After leaving the small miscellaneous room, Su Shijie did not leave immediately. Instead, he sat on a chair in the backyard and stared blankly at the warm light coming from the small miscellaneous room.
A certain impulse arose in my heart, an impulse to hold her tightly in my arms and love her fiercely.
But soon, this impulse was suppressed by his pride and reason.
He sat there, his face ashen, and for the first time he felt confused. He didn't know whether what he was doing was a punishment for Chanel or a punishment for himself.
Because every second he spent like this was more difficult for him than Shanel.
He began to expect that the door of the small side room would suddenly open, and Chanel would stand in front of the door, inviting him to come over.
Even if she didn't say anything and just gave her a look, he would forgive her.
If she told him that she and Mu Xicheng really just met by chance, he would be willing to believe her...
Because questioning will only make him tired.
But what Su Shijie was waiting for was the lights extinguished in the miscellaneous room. For a long time, until there was no more movement from inside, she seemed to have fallen asleep...
Su Shijie slowly put out the cigarette butt and gave a low smile. The smile disappeared in an instant, and his eyes became cold and emotionless again.
He stepped on the cigar butts on the ground and left.
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The cold air is coming, and it has suddenly become cold these days.
Especially in the morning and night, the humidity is very heavy. The servants in Suzhai have all changed into employee uniforms, black skirts, white lace, and big white bellybands, a bit like maid uniforms.
Only Chanel only has a few summer clothes.
All her autumn and winter clothes are at home, and right now, she is not allowed to go out. She can neither take her clothes back, nor go out to buy new ones.
It was a fantasy for her to get her passport and go abroad. Even the study door was tightly closed, let alone entering Xia Xiner's room occupied by Wen Wanrou. When Wen Wanrou was not in the room, the door was closed.
Locked.
She had to find a way... she couldn't just sit back and wait for death.
The heater was turned on in Su's house. Chanel often woke up from the cold in the morning and went to the living room of Su's house.
What's annoying is that I always bump into Wen Wanrou here!
"Miss Wen, are you back?"
Those servants were like her lackeys, they would greet her every time they saw her, eager to beg for mercy.
Wen Wanrou usually either plays the music loudly or goes out shopping, and her life is going smoothly.
This time, she came back with large and small bags of things, and the two servants who followed her also had their hands full.
Wen Wanrou raised her eyebrows and deliberately piled shopping bags on Chanel's sofa, making it so crowded that Chanel couldn't sit down.
There were three big sofas, but she just couldn't get along with Chanel.
Chanel only glanced at her lightly, endured it, and watched TV.
I heard the servants exclaiming in my ears: "Miss Wen, you bought so many more today! I can't even fit them in the closet!"
"Then clean out all the original clothes in the closet and throw them away."
"This..." The servants were a little embarrassed. After all, many of Chanel's clothes were purchased by Su Shijie, and they were expensive.
"What, you can't bear to leave?"
"I don't know that the young master knows..."
"How could he have any objection?" Wen Wanrou interrupted arrogantly, "He bought so many clothes for me. What objection would he have if I throw away some old clothes?"
The servants immediately went to the second floor to do it.