Chapter 352: A Bad Feeling (4)
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Her already bad mood worsened . She stopped pacing about the room and curled up on the sofa, staring directly at her phone .
Time trickled by . There was still nothing from Su Zhinian at 10 pm . The whole bungalow was quiet; there was no sound of a car pulling up to the house .
Perhaps Song Qingchun's period amplified her emotions because her eyes started to get red when she was staring at Su Zhinian's profile picture on WhatsApp .
She took a deep breath, placed her phone down, and looked out the window . Staring at the darkness outside, a tear fell out of the corner of her eyes .
It was not until 11 pm that a car rolled up to the house . There was the sound of a car engine, and the headlights piercing through the windows .
Song Qingchun jumped up off the sofa immediately, put her slippers on, and rushed toward the front door . As she pushed the door open, Su Zhinian was coming out of his car .
She was only wearing a simple shirt, and the chilliness outside made her voice shake . "Su Zhinian, welcome home . "
Su Zhinian didn't answer as he closed the car door and headed toward the front door . Song Qingchun closed the door behind him and asked Su Zhinian, who was changing his shoes, "Are you hungry? Do you wish to eat something? I can help you…"
Before Song Qingchun could continue to say 'heat dinner up', Su Zhinian cut her off coldly . "No need . "
"How about coffee?"
Su Zhinian tossed his keys on the table, and without even turning to look at her, he replied, "No need . "
After a pause, he continued in a similarly cold and toneless manner . "A bit tired, going to bed . "
Then, he headed upstairs without a backward glance .
It was when Song Qingchun heard the door to his bedroom slam shut that she slowly removed her gaze away from the staircase that Su Zhinian had disappeared up on .
The joy she experienced from his return dispersed like the wind . She stood for a long time by the front door before walking into the dining room . The girl, who had not had her dinner, stared at the tableful of dishes with zero appetite .
She wrapped them up in plastic wrap and placed them in the fridge before heading upstairs .
Even though she only had two hours of sleep the night before, Song Qingchun stared at the ceiling for a very long, spacing out before she eventually fell asleep .
When she woke up the next morning, Su Zhinian had already left home . Song Qingchun stood at the door to his empty bedroom for a very long time before returning to her own room to change and head toward TW Station .
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The anxiousness from yesterday returned with a vengeance, causing Su Zhinian's eyelids to jump uncontrollably .
The bad feeling was even more pronounced, causing his anxiousness to turn into irritation . He had scolded practically everyone at the company before it was even noon . In the end, he was left fuming in his room for the whole day because no one dared visit him .
Su Zhinian slammed the proposal on the table, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes trying to relax .
Perhaps because he hadn't had a good night sleep for two consecutive nights, he fell asleep at work .
He had a wonderful dream where he was holding hands with Song Qingchun, sitting on top of a sunny grass field .
There was no conversation between them, but they would turn to each other at the same time and share a meaningful smile; it was enough to warm his heart fully .
Chapter 352 A Bad Feeling 4 Translator Lonelytree Editor Millman97Her already bad mood worsened . She stopped pacing about the room and curled up on the sofa, staring directly at her phone . Time trickled by . There was still nothing from Su Zhinian at 10 pm . The whole bungalow was quiet there was no sound of a car pulling up to the house . Perhaps Song Qingchun s period amplified her emotions because her eyes started to get red when she was staring at Su Zhinian s profile picture on WhatsApp . She took a deep breath, placed her phone down, and looked out the window . Staring at the darkness outside, a tear fell out of the corner of her eyes . It was not until 11 pm that a car rolled up to the house . There was the sound of a car engine, and the headlights piercing through the windows . Song Qingchun jumped up off the sofa immediately, put her slippers on, and rushed toward the front door . As she pushed the door open, Su Zhinian was coming out of his car . She was only wearing a simple shirt, and the chilliness outside made her voice shake . Su Zhinian, welcome home . Su Zhinian didn t answer as he closed the car door and headed toward the front door . Song Qingchun closed the door behind him and asked Su Zhinian, who was changing his shoes, Are you hungry Do you wish to eat something I can help you Before Song Qingchun could continue to say heat dinner up , Su Zhinian cut her off coldly . No need . How about coffee Su Zhinian tossed his keys on the table, and without even turning to look at her, he replied, No need . After a pause, he continued in a similarly cold and toneless manner . A bit tired, going to bed . Then, he headed upstairs without a backward glance . It was when Song Qingchun heard the door to his bedroom slam shut that she slowly removed her gaze away from the staircase that Su Zhinian had disappeared up on . The joy she experienced from his return dispersed like the wind . She stood for a long time by the front door before walking into the dining room . The girl, who had not had her dinner, stared at the tableful of dishes with zero appetite . She wrapped them up in plastic wrap and placed them in the fridge before heading upstairs . Even though she only had two hours of sleep the night before, Song Qingchun stared at the ceiling for a very long, spacing out before she eventually fell asleep . When she woke up the next morning, Su Zhinian had already left home . Song Qingchun stood at the door to his empty bedroom for a very long time before returning to her own room to change and head toward TW Station . The anxiousness from yesterday returned with a vengeance, causing Su Zhinian s eyelids to jump uncontrollably . The bad feeling was even more pronounced, causing his anxiousness to turn into irritation . He had scolded practically everyone at the company before it was even noon . In the end, he was left fuming in his room for the whole day because no one dared visit him . Su Zhinian slammed the proposal on the table, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes trying to relax . Perhaps because he hadn t had a good night sleep for two consecutive nights, he fell asleep at work . He had a wonderful dream where he was holding hands with Song Qingchun, sitting on top of a sunny grass field . There was no conversation between them, but they would turn to each other at the same time and share a meaningful smile it was enough to warm his heart fully .