Chapter 30. There's a kind of coldness called "your husband thinks you're cold."
Song Huai stayed home to recuperate for another two weeks. During this time, Bai Xiao was worried that he would catch a cold if he stayed outside for too long, and also worried that he would get bored if he stayed indoors all the time. So, as an expedient measure, she simply had a glass greenhouse built for him.
Inside the greenhouse, it was warm as spring. Under the careful cultivation of the florist, even in the cold winter, the flowers bloomed with smiles, a riot of colors, vying for beauty.
Every day, Song Huai enjoyed the snowy scenery, smelled the fragrance of flowers, and composed music in the greenhouse, living a long-lost and pleasant life.
Bai Xiao had carpeted almost every corner of the house, leaving no stone unturned, afraid that Song Huai might get even a little cold. If Song Huai hadn't stopped her, Bai Xiao probably would have carpeted the bathroom too. At the time, Song Huai joked with Bai Xiao, "I'm not made of porcelain, how could I be so fragile?"
Bai Xiao glanced at him with a mixture of anger and reproach, without saying a word.
But Song Huai's good days were about to end, and by the third week, he had to return to work.
Bai Xiao was quite dissatisfied. He felt that Song Huai's body hadn't fully recovered, and with the freezing weather outside, Song Huai could easily catch a cold. Plus, work inevitably involves fatigue, so he hoped Song Huai would rest at home for a while longer. However, the doctor assured him that Song Huai could go back to work now, and that keeping him cooped up at home all the time wasn't good.
Therefore, even though Bai Xiao felt extremely uncomfortable, he really couldn't hinder Song Huai's career development.
On Monday morning, Song Huai put on the thermal underwear that Bai Xiao had prepared for him, and then put on a thick down jacket. He was wrapped up like a rice dumpling. Bai Xiao still wasn't satisfied, so she magically pulled out a scarf and wrapped it around Song Huai's neck again and again.
He first wrapped the scarf around Song Huai's neck twice, then tucked the remaining scarf back into the two wrapped scarves. This large scarf surrounded Song Huai's neck like a fortress, making Song Huai's head appear extremely small. His face was almost entirely covered by his eyes.
Song Huai's large eyes revealed a hint of sorrow as he couldn't help but complain, "Bai Xiao, isn't this scarf a bit too thick?"
"Where is it too thick?" Bai Xiao felt that the scarf he had carefully chosen was perfect. He looked at Song Huai, who was covered up completely, and only then did he feel somewhat satisfied.
Wearing layer upon layer of clothes, Song Huai felt a little stuffy, but his heart was still filled with sweetness.
Before leaving, Song Huai wanted to take the scarf that Liu Weitian had given him last time with him so he could return it to him today, but he searched for a long time and couldn't find it.
"That's strange, I remember it was placed here last time..." Song Huai muttered to himself.
Bai Xiao's voice suddenly rang out: "What are you looking for?"
"Bai Xiao, have you seen the blue scarf I put in the closet last time? That's Xiao Tian's scarf. I'm going to return it to him today."
Upon hearing the name "Xiao Tian," Bai Xiao barely managed to suppress his eye-roll. He paused for a moment before saying, "I didn't see it."
"Well, what a pity..."
Bai Xiao thought to herself, "That tattered scarf is so ugly. It's nowhere near as nice as my bright red scarf. What's there to regret?"
Afterwards, Bai Xiao saw Song Huai off to his car and said goodbye to him with reluctance. He had originally wanted to drive Song Huai to work himself, but unfortunately, the company had a meeting today, and he was the acting chairman, so he couldn't miss it.
Bai Xiao watched Song Huaiyuan leave, stood in the cold wind for a long time, and then went back inside.
He had originally intended to tell Song Huai about Ji Xia framing him yesterday, but when he looked into Song Huai's pure and innocent eyes, he inexplicably chose to remain silent.
Enough. Let Song Huai not know about the filth and chaos of this world.
As long as he is there, Song Huai will never need to know these things. He wants Song Huai to live a pure, happy, and healthy life, doing what he likes, without being tainted by the darkness of this world.
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The New Year's bell is about to ring. Red lanterns are hanging high everywhere in the streets, parks, and alleys, creating a festive atmosphere. The winter chill cannot dispel people's enthusiasm for the holiday.
On New Year's Eve, Song Huai's first solo concert will be staged.
Although Bai Xiao had already obtained SSVIP tickets to the concert from the theater manager, she was still bothered by the fact that Song Huai hadn't personally invited her.
These past few days, Bai Xiao had tried to subtly probe Song Huai several times, but Song Huai showed no intention of letting her go to the concert, which made Bai Xiao so angry that her teeth itched.
Just a few days before New Year's Eve—
Bai Xiao asked eagerly, "Song Huai, do you have anything planned for New Year's Eve?"
Song Huaizhao answered Bai Xiao's question as usual: "I have a performance on New Year's Eve."
Bai Xiao looked at Song Huai with anticipation in her eyes, waiting for Song Huai to continue.
Song Huai was puzzled by Bai Xiao's gaze. "W-what's wrong? Did something happen to you that day?"
Bai Xiao pursed her lips and looked at Song Huai with a resentful expression.
Seeing that Bai Xiao didn't answer, Song Huai cautiously probed, "Bai Xiao, did something happen that day? Did you want me to participate in some activity with you? By the way, should I go with you to visit your father?"
“But…” Song Huai scratched his head, “My work that day is quite important, I can’t be absent. Can your matter be rescheduled for another day?”
Bai Xiao roared inwardly, "Nonsense! That was your first concert, a concert that so many people were looking forward to, a concert that sold out in seconds, a concert that even I couldn't get a ticket for! How could it not be important?!"
Song Huai said a lot of things, but not a single word was what Bai Xiao wanted to hear!
Bai Xiao finally couldn't hold back and blurted out, "Then how about I come see you..."
"No need, no need," Bai Xiao said, but Song Huai refused before she could finish her sentence. "You can go about your business. You don't need to cancel your work to come see my performance."
What a joke! Of course Song Huai wanted Bai Xiao to come and watch him perform on stage. He dreamed of playing his beloved piano for his beloved, especially since it was his first solo concert, which he had been preparing for a long time.
However, this concert was very important to him, but it was dispensable to Bai Xiao. He did not want to cause trouble for Bai Xiao, who had been extremely busy since becoming the acting chairman. The two hours of his performance were enough for him to handle a lot of work.
And... he was afraid that if Bai Xiao really came to see his performance, he would have more unrealistic fantasies about Bai Xiao, and he would not be able to control his love for Bai Xiao.
After being rejected by Song Huai once, Bai Xiao felt as if his throat was filled with pebbles, making it impossible for him to speak.
After a long pause, Bai Xiao only said sullenly, "Okay."
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