The Big Shot is Also Crazy About Me Today

Chapter 550 She’s Having a Hard Time Coping

One dry pot of chicken wings, one eggplant with minced meat, plus scrambled eggs with tomatoes, paired with vegetable tofu soup!

But this time with the scrambled eggs and tomatoes, Shi Nuan wasn’t so foolish; she added salt, and the result was a more typical flavor.

Obviously, this led to Song Yansheng’s dissatisfaction.

He frowned at Shi Nuan and said blandly, "Nuannuan’s not being good!"

Shi Nuan bit her lip and said, "Second Uncle, everyone makes mistakes sometimes!"

The implication was that putting sugar last time was my mistake, and I don’t want to make the same mistake again!

Song Yansheng nodded thoughtfully, "Hmm, so this time I forgive you, but next time remember to make it sweet!"

When he finished speaking, he took a bit of the scrambled eggs with tomatoes and put it in his mouth, but his eyebrows furrowed as if it didn’t taste good!

Shi Nuan: "..."

Could it be that this man really has peculiar tastes? Does he just love what others dislike?

Shi Nuan said no more; she just wanted to finish her meal quickly.

Since Song Yansheng didn’t like the normal way of cooking scrambled eggs with tomatoes, she would eat more of it herself.

But her appetite couldn’t compare to Song Yansheng’s; despite his dislike, he still ate most of the scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

After the plate was empty, he remarked meaningfully, "Although it’s not as tasty as the sweet one, since it’s made by Nuannuan, I love to eat it all the same!"

Shi Nuan: "..."

Didn’t know what to say!

The meal ended in this awkward atmosphere. Afterward, Shi Nuan volunteered to wash the dishes, and Song Yansheng did not object.

Today was rather warm; he had sweated a bit while cooking, so he wanted to take a shower.

Otherwise, he was afraid the little girl would come over later and feel disgusted by him.

Shi Nuan washed the dishes slowly, partly because she was afraid of what she would face after the meal.

In truth, it wasn’t exactly fear; it was just a bit of embarrassment.

Everyone has desires, Shi Nuan acknowledged this, and Song Yansheng was twenty-nine, the prime age for a man’s vigor.

As his wife, it was only right that she should satisfy him.

But sometimes, she truly couldn’t bear it; her physical stamina was really lacking!

Shi Nuan spent almost twenty minutes washing this bowl, then slowly tidied up the kitchen before dawdling out.

As soon as she reached the living room, she saw Song Yansheng sitting on the sofa.

Having just showered, he changed into more relaxed, loose-fitting clothes, leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed, as if asleep.

Shi Nuan’s eyes flickered, and a wave of heartache flashed through her chest.

Song Yansheng worked hard during the day and even cooked for her at night; she really was failing as a wife.

She walked over, looking at the man’s sculpted features in the lamplight and his long lashes that trembled slightly in the air...

Song Yansheng did indeed have long eyelashes; for a man, they were enviably long.

But when he opened his eyes to look at you, his gaze was deep and captivating, carrying a persuasive charm.

Shi Nuan sighed and planned to go upstairs to fetch a blanket for Song Yansheng; although it was late June, there was still a chill in the evening air.

Song Yansheng had just showered and was dressed lightly; if he caught a cold sleeping like this, it wouldn’t be good.

But she never got the chance to leave because just as she was about to stand, her wrist was gently grasped by someone.

She froze and looked up, only to meet the man’s eyes, dark as the deep sea at night. In a calm, slightly hoarse voice, he asked, "Where are you going?"

Shi Nuan’s eyes trembled; she was momentarily startled, and she said, "... Upstairs!"

Song Yansheng frowned, reached out to pull her over, and as Shi Nuan lost her balance, she was deftly drawn into his embrace.

He held her, looking at Shi Nuan’s face, so close at hand.

"Second Uncle..."

"Hmm... Good Nuannuan, call me ’husband,’ hmm?"

"..." Shi Nuan bit her lip. Despite her affection for Song Yansheng, this word was indeed somewhat difficult for her to say.

It didn’t feel natural, and it was embarrassing.

She hoped to have a little more time to sort things out.

And also to let him, in turn, sort some things out.

Two months were still too short; this brevity made it hard for her to quickly commit to a relationship.

She even thought that if it was someone other than Song Yansheng, she wouldn’t have fallen so quickly and irreversibly.

Her silence made Song Yansheng sigh a bit, but it didn’t affect his good mood.

He smiled, his eyes gentle, his expression softening like spring.

He said, "It’s okay, I’ll give Nuannuan more time, won’t force Nuannuan, never will force Nuannuan..."

His voice was thin, weak, very light.

Like the strings of a zither being plucked, it hovered low in Shi Nuan’s ears, and in her heart.

Shi Nuan’s body trembled slightly, and a tinge of guilt naturally arose in her chest.

But she couldn’t bring herself to apologize.

Song Yansheng kissed her lightly on the lips and said, "Nuannuan also need not feel guilty; we have plenty of time, let’s take it slow, no rush..."

Shi Nuan lightly pressed her lips together, hummed in agreement, and then said, "Thank you, Second Uncle..."

Song Yansheng chuckled softly, his smile dazzling, enchanting Shi Nuan’s eyes.

She couldn’t help but lean over and kiss Song Yansheng’s lips, a gesture of gratitude and involuntary affection.

Song Yansheng was visibly startled, then followed with a gentle laugh, "Is Nuannuan trying to thank me?"

Shi Nuan was stunned, just about to say "No," but Song Yansheng gave her no chance, covering all her words with his manner.

The ultimate outcome was that Song Yansheng carried an exhaustedly spent Shi Nuan upstairs to bathe, and as soon as she hit the big bed after bathing, she was already dozing off.

In her haze, she seemed to hear Song Yansheng speaking.

But she couldn’t quite catch what he said.

She vaguely remembered her name being called and a soft "Goodnight!"

The next morning, Shi Nuan woke up to find Song Yansheng wasn’t on the bed.

She sat up abruptly.

Rubbing her temples, she hadn’t lost her memory; she knew what had happened.

Well, no need to overthink, it was already anticipated.

She turned her eyes to the window; the sky was already bright, the weather quite nice, just the sort of weather that lifts one’s mood.

She chuckled softly, like self-mockery, or perhaps not.

Whether it was or wasn’t probably didn’t matter to O, nor would it be of concern anymore.

Sighing lightly, she got off the bed and walked towards the bathroom.

It’s getting late; she should wash up and go downstairs.