After a busy day, Song Jihuai was covered in the smell of disinfectant. He frowned and glanced casually in the direction of the servants behind him. Suddenly, everyone lowered their heads and left in a hurry, leaving no one behind.
"...Oh." Su Wanyu nodded: "Do you need me to serve you?"
She held her head high, her chin was white and round, and her eyes were clear.
The young nurse in her twenties next to her blushed suddenly and looked at Su Wanyu with an injured hand with her mouth wide open.
Serve...will you serve me?
Should she remind Miss Su that she is in no condition to serve anyone?
Song Jihuai felt a pain in his brow, and he grabbed Su Wanyu's shoulders and said in a deep voice: "Either sit and wait for me to come out, or go upstairs and rest."
"oh."
Su Wanyu sat obediently on the sofa, eagerly waiting for Song Jihuai, who had gone upstairs to take a shower, to come down. Her hands were placed neatly on her knees, with her green fingers placed neatly, looking beautiful and elegant.
She leaned slightly to one side, her knees tilted to the left, and a faint smile played habitually on the corner of her mouth. From a distance, she looked like a stunning lady in a traditional Chinese painting.
When Song Minyuan came in, he saw her, smiled sarcastically, walked up to her in a few steps, and called out, "Sister-in-law."
Su Wanyu didn't even look at him, just nodded slightly.
Song Minyuan raised his eyebrows: "Is the wound healed?"
He sat down next to Su Wanyu. The distance between them was very close, and his arm touched her shoulder. Su Wanyu, who was distracted, stood up from the sofa and glared at him.
"Who told you to sit down?"
Does this person know that men and women should not touch each other? Why is he sitting so close?
Song Minyuan was stunned. What's wrong with this woman? She became so chaste just because she went to the hospital?
Who said she liked him?
Song Minyuan's narrow, peach-shaped eyes suddenly sank, and his already somewhat feminine face became even more sinister. He stared at Su Wanyu: "Su Wanyu, did you forget that I was your sweetheart after going to the hospital?"
The three words "sweetheart" sounded particularly long and ambiguous when spoken by Song Min-yeon.
Su Wanyu's face darkened.
"Nonsense, complete nonsense." She folded her hands in front of her and looked directly at Song Minyuan: "How can you compare to your brother? Am I blind? How could I fall for you?!"
She was not panicked at all. As far as she could remember, she had nothing to do with this man, so she was particularly tough and even waved to the housekeeper standing at the door.
The housekeeper came over immediately, ignoring Song Minyuan's ugly expression, and called out lightly, "Young Madam."
"Kick this man out and don't let him in again."
Su Wanyu's voice was light and soft, yet carried an irresistible majesty.
The housekeeper suddenly looked up and looked at Su Wanyu in disbelief. Song Minyuan, who was sitting on the sofa, was also shocked.
Is this woman really crazy?
Want to kick him out?
"Yes, young lady."
It was the housekeeper who came to his senses first. He walked up to Song Minyuan politely and said, "Young Master, please come in. The young lady is not feeling well today and is not convenient to see guests."
Song Min-yeon stood up suddenly, and his gray suit was slightly wrinkled from sitting down.
"What are you up to?"
He came to Song Jihuai's villa just to see how Su Wanyu was doing.
The more violently she made a fuss, the better it was for him. Therefore, even though he hated Su Wanyu's liking for him, he still maintained an ambiguous relationship with her, making Su Wanyu think that he was also interested in her.
She became more determined to divorce Song Jihuai.
As long as Song Jihuai divorces her, he will find a way to squeeze him out of the company and take sole power.
But today, Su Wanyu actually said that he was not as good as Song Jihuai. What kind of nonsense is this?
Could it be that she has also learned to play hard to get?
"Young Master Tang, don't you want to leave?" Su Wanyu followed the housekeeper's address, calling Song Minyuan "Young Master Tang," with a strange and distant feeling. "If you don't want to leave, let the housekeeper take you downstairs to rest. Brother Ji Huai should have finished his bath. I have to go and serve him."
She glanced at the housekeeper, who turned calmly and greeted Song Minyuan with a smile, "Master Tang, this way please?"
Song Minyuan watched Su Wanyu turn around and go upstairs neatly. She didn't even look at him, as if her previous devotion was all an illusion.
A cold smile appeared on the feminine face: "Then, I'll trouble you, butler."
He followed the housekeeper to the guest room, still thinking about what Su Wanyu said about serving Song Jihuai.
Has her relationship with Song Jihuai reached this level?
Didn’t you cry and threaten to commit suicide before?
So, what the hell is she doing?
Su Wanyu went upstairs and walked straight into her room. Although she was married to Song Jihuai, they did not sleep together after marriage.
She leaned back on the sofa and held her forehead.
Although she was very sure that she had nothing to do with Song Minyuan, she knew clearly that many people in this house were Song Minyuan's people, and she could not let Song Minyuan plant people to monitor her husband.
She asked someone to call the butler up, and in less than three minutes, the butler appeared at her door.
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