Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online

Chapter 626 - 629: He’s Going to Have a Wedding. Let’s See Who Dares to Interfere 6_1

She tried to move a couple of times, but there was no reaction from him, it seemed he was in a deep sleep.

"Shaocheng, are you asleep?"

But no one responded to her.

The butler walked in carrying tea. Chen Xing signaled for him to be quiet. The butler tipped-toed in and asked in a low voice, "Is the master asleep?"

"Mmm, he seems to be. He’s been too tired, too stressed these past few days." She felt distressed just thinking about it. Even an iron body couldn’t withstand such torment.

"Master should not sleep in a chair, wake him up and let him sleep in his bed."

"But if we wake Shaocheng up, he probably will force himself to be busy again," Chen Xing replied in frustration. "He doesn’t take care of his health. It’s not clear how far this will go."

The butler sighed, "I’ll get him a blanket. This chair can be adjusted in height. It looks like the master will have to make do and sleep in it."

Chen Xing agreed with this plan.

She felt that Gu Shaocheng was pushing himself too hard, but there was no use in advising him. He didn’t listen, perhaps his inner sorrow had no outlet. Kneeling for three days didn’t relieve the repression inside him, so he kept pushing himself so hard, trying not to think about those things.

A sour feeling welled up in her nose.

Tears rolled down her face.

"Shaocheng, have a peaceful sleep. I’m here to watch over you. Whatever you have left unfinished, I’ll do it for you."

Although she didn’t know what kind of mourning rites he had in mind, although she knew he didn’t want anybody else’s help, Chen Xing couldn’t resist deciding to share his burden.

Under the light, the scene looked like this:

A man held a woman by the waist, his head resting on her left shoulder, sleeping peacefully. The woman sat on his lap, leaning on the desk, reviewing several mourning ceremonies, sieving through the details, making notes in her book.

The butler came in several times.

Once bringing food, but by the time he came in again, the food sat untouched on the table.

He smirking thought to himself, Miss Chen Xing, it is interesting that when it is your turn to work, you also work so hard it feels like life or death.

For the fifth time, he set the reheated food down next to her, "Miss Chen Xing, have something to eat before you continue."

"Alright, yes." Every time she responded like this, but she never pulled herself away from her work.

Helpless, the butler tapped her on the shoulder, "Eat first. The food has been reheated five times, if it’s heated again, there won’t be any flavor left. Miss Chen Xing, just now you were advising the master, saying his body is not made of iron. What about you?"

"Oh, I forgot while I was busy." Chen Xing giggles awkwardly, scratching her head. She printed out her ideal vision of the most splendid and grand mourning ceremony, and passed it to the butler, "Butler, could you take a look at this for me, is it alright?"

The butler pushed the food in front of her, "Yes, I’ll look, and you eat."

"Sure!"

Once this is set, it would lighten Shaocheng’s burden a little. However, she wasn’t sure if he would accept her version of the mourning ceremony that she carefully put together.

After a few bites of her meal, "Butler, what do you think?"

"Not bad, Miss Chen Xing, you are very impressive. I think the master will be pleased. But, there are a few small details that need attention, some old customs that young people may not understand," the butler advised.