After Song Qingchun filled the tub with warm water, she shed her clothes, and as she placed one foot into the tub, she could hear the sound of a car coming from outside.
After a short hesitation, she pulled her leg out of the tub, wrapped herself with a towel, walked to the balcony, and looked down.
As she'd guessed, Su Zhinian was home.
The car deposited him by the gate. It did not come into the compound. When he got out of the car, he leaned into the front window, probably to thank the driver. After less than a minute, Su Zhinian turned and walked into the compound.
Song Qingchun waited until Su Zhinian had reached the front door and was keying in the password before she realized what she was doing and rushed back into the bathroom.
The bathroom was quiet because Song Qingchun did not turn on the tap. Song Qingchun, who was soaking in the bath, could hear Su Zhinian change into the house slippers and walk into the study.
What is he doing in the study so late at night? Catching up on work?
After the study door closed, the whole bungalow fell silent.
Through the mist created by the warm bath, Song Qingchun stared at the ceiling, and her mind went through the events that had happened that night at City Clubhouse.
Her rivalry with Tang Nuan had started five years ago, but this was the most vicious she had been since this whole thing started.
A few days ago, she was just mocking her about her ability to fake a sprained ankle to swindle Qin Yinan.
Who would have thought, just several days later, Tang Nuan would go to such an extent to bring her down? She was risking her own life in an attempt to beat Song Qingchun!
Actually, from the moment Tang Nuan jumped into the lake, Song Qingchun had lost. This was because Tang Nuan was crazy enough to commit to such a ludicrous plan. Everyone pitied the weaker party. Even if she had a million mouths, she would not have been able to talk her way out of that one.
It was not that she had not prayed for someone to step up to help her. It was already shocking enough that her wish was heeded, but more than that, her savior was Su Zhinian, the person who she least expected.
In her mind, Su Zhinian hated her guts, and the feeling was supposed to be mutual.
Even though he was willing to help Song Empire, it was because she traded herself for it. In truth, she had more hope that a stranger would help her than Su Zhinian.
So, it was really surprising that when she was at her most helpless and desperate, the person that came to help her was the person she had the least faith in.
Even as she soaked in the bath, she still found that to be quite hard to believe.
Song Qingchun thought about it for a long time. It wasn't until the bath water had turned cold that she returned to reality.
She washed away the bubbles that stuck to her body. Standing before the counter, as she blow-dried her hair, her thoughts wandered back to Su Zhinian, who had arrived like a godsend to help her that night.
Perhaps because she'd spent a bit too long in the bath, Song Qingchun felt mighty thirsty. When she went downstairs to pour herself a glass of water, she was reminded of Su Zhinian in the study. She stared at the coffee machine for a while before walking over to it to brew a cup of coffee following his usual formula. Then, she headed upstairs with the cup in her hands.
Song Qingchun knocked on the study door, but no one answered. She knocked again and called out, "Mr. Su?"
Still, there was no answer. Song Qingchun bit her lower lips and collected all her courage to push the door open.
To her surprise, the sound of music drifted out from within.
No wonder there was no response; he's listening to music… Song Qingchun thought about it, pushed a sliver open from the door, and poked her head in.