For Zhuang Yibo, this night was actually not that difficult.
As early as the first day she came to this house, she knew that this day would come sooner or later. She had done all the mental construction early in the morning. Now, she finally waited until the other boot fell. Although it was painful, she was relieved.
.
When there is no way to take the initiative, it is probably a kind of luck that things develop as expected. At least you no longer have to endure the torment and fear day and night. At least, you can get a little direction.
But she still couldn't help curling up, wishing she could shrink a little tighter, and a little tighter.
However, every time she shrinks, Shen Wangjin opens up a little for her. In the end, in this repeated entanglement and tearing, she falls into boundless darkness...
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The next day, when Zhuang Yibo opened his eyes, it was already bright.
She was alone on the bed, and there was no other movement in the room.
Shen Wangjin is not here.
She lay there quietly for a long time before finally sitting up a little bit and walked into the bathroom.
After filling a tub of hot water, she soaked herself in it, rested her head on the edge of the tub, and slowly closed her eyes.
In the mist, her mind gradually became faint, but she suddenly woke up when she noticed a completely different temperature.
When she opened her eyes, she didn't know when Shen Wangjin appeared, sitting on the edge of the bathtub and looking at her, his fingers slowly caressing her neck.
"I thought you would sleep a little longer." Shen Wangjin said, "Isn't everything fine today?"
She only responded "Yeah" in a low voice without saying anything else. She turned her head slightly, and her body under the water curled up slightly uncontrollably.
Under the rippling water, Shen Wangjin watched every move she made without any hesitation.
With a "swish" sound, Zhuang Yibo stood up from the water, grabbed the bathrobe next to him with one hand and was about to wrap it up when he was suddenly taken into his arms from behind.
She was still wet all over, and the towel unfolded could only cover the front of her body, which was futile and unnecessary.
Shen Wangjin's trousers and shirt were instantly soaked, but he didn't care, he just held her in his arms and slowly slid into the bathtub.
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At noon, Zhuang Yibo finally walked out of the room and went downstairs.
The servant had already prepared a sumptuous meal, and when he saw her coming downstairs, he smiled happily and prepared to serve the meal.
Two minutes later, Shen Wangjin also came downstairs. The two of them sat at the same dining table to eat as usual. It seemed that there was no difference, but Shen Wangjin's mood and condition were obviously much better than before. Not only did he add more rice, but he also noticed that Zhuang Yibo's appetite
When he still wasn't feeling very good, he didn't change his expression very much and just said, "Is that all you need to eat?"
"Yes." Zhuang Yibo replied in a low voice, "I'm full."
Shen Wangjin didn't say much, he just said: "Want another bowl of soup?"
So Zhuang Yibo drank another bowl of soup cooperatively.
After dinner, Shen Wangjin went back to his business as usual, while Zhuang Yibo went back to her room, and soon played the piano again.
At around two o'clock, the servant brought her tea. Seeing that she was still the same as those days, she couldn't help but feel a little startled.
She didn't understand music, and she didn't know whether the cello required such diligent practice, but she still vaguely felt that Zhuang Yibo didn't seem to be practicing when he was practicing. Looking at her state, it was more like being in a trance, and playing the piano was just a routine.
The action of transformation.
"Miss Zhuang, Mr. Shen is back. You can find something else to do." The servant couldn't help but said to her cautiously, "Will it disturb Mr. Shen if you keep playing like this?"
After a while, Zhuang Yibo finally regained consciousness, turned to look at her and said, "What did you just say?"
The servant then repeated what he had just said. Zhuang Yibo listened, but just smiled lightly, and then said: "Look at Mr. Shen's state, does he seem to be disturbed?"
The servant recalled Shen Wangjin's appearance when he brought him coffee earlier. It did not seem like he was disturbed, but rather, he was vaguely enjoying it.
"It turns out that Miss Zhuang is playing for Mr. Shen." The servant said quickly, "No wonder Mr. Shen likes to listen so much..."
Zhuang Yibo's gaze fell on the distance outside the window with some absent-mindedness, but when he heard this, he smiled again unconsciously.
"Yes." She said, "A canary in a cage only needs to stay in the cage and sing to make its owner happy. What else does it need to do?"
The servant was shocked when he heard this and said quickly: "How could it be possible? Mr. Shen just wants Miss Zhuang to be happy..."
She said this, but Zhuang Yibo turned a deaf ear and lowered his head and played another piece of music.
The servant did not dare to say anything more and quietly withdrew again.
That night, Shen Wangjin still spent time in Zhuang Yibo's room.
In the next few days, except for going to Huo's house once, Zhuang Yibo stayed in the villa the rest of the time, playing the piano and playing music every day, as if there was nothing else to do.
Under such circumstances, Shen Wangjin's mood seemed to be getting better day by day, and he did not return to his room for many days in a row.
After all, she had never experienced too many such things, and coupled with her weak body, there were always times when she was exhausted, but she didn't say anything.
Unexpectedly, Shen Ruiwen first expressed his opinion to Shen Wangjin and expressed his concern: "Mr. Shen, you have been very busy since you came back from the UK. You still need to relax and recuperate when you have time."
After hearing this, Shen Wangjin slowly raised his head and looked at him, "What do you want to say?"
"Although the results of this examination are very optimistic, after all, it is still within the five-year observation period..." Shen Ruiwen said, "Nothing is more important than your body. The doctor has also told you about daily maintenance, but... you should not overwork yourself."
Shen Wangjin curled up his lips when he heard this, and then said: "Don't worry, I still know this in my heart. I cherish the life I finally snatched back from the god of death."
After hearing this, Shen Ruiwen couldn't help but give any more advice.
After all, after returning this time, Shen Wangjin's condition has improved significantly to the naked eye. The test results are certainly on the one hand, but on the other hand, the fact that he finally got what he wanted after a long period of restraint may also be the main reason.
only……
Shen Ruiwen thought of Zhuang Yibo's condition, but another layer of worry appeared in his heart.
A week after returning, Shen Wangjin finally found time to take Zhuang Yibo to the dealer's appointment.
Zhuang Zhonghong has been trying to contact him since he was abroad, but he always got no response. On the other hand, Zhuang Yibo also talked to Zhuang Yibo and got no response. They were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.
When I finally made an appointment with Shen Wangjin, and saw that he had Zhuang Yibo with him, I breathed a long sigh of relief.