"Mr. Sheng..."

When the phone was connected, the voice that came through was very charming.

The joy on Sheng Huai's face disappeared instantly, and he frowned impatiently.

"What's up?"

"Why...can't I look for you if there's nothing wrong?"

He was too lazy to listen anymore and just turned off the phone!

The Rolls-Royce slowly stopped at the door of Sheng’s house.

The driver respectfully opened the door and said, "Mr. Sheng, are you going out later?"

"You go down."

He ordered in a cold voice, striding through the door with his long legs.

It was already late at night, and because he had not returned for a long time, the servants and the housekeeper no longer waited for him to come home and went to bed early.

He stood in the empty yard, staring at a few dim lights.

Su Yun was afraid of the dark, so the villa was always brightly lit.

Every time, no matter how late she came back, she would run downstairs with a smile on her face to greet him with a cold face.

Sheng Huai looked at the empty staircase and felt his eyes start to feel sore for no reason.

No one greeted me anymore.

The rain is still falling.

He suddenly thought of something and walked quickly to the back garden.

The roses climbing all over the trellis have become wilted under the attacks of cold wind and rain for days, with withered flowers and dead leaves, devoid of any vitality.

Sheng Huai stared at it for a while, then raised his head and looked towards the window on the second floor.

It was pitch black.

He took a deep breath, went upstairs step by step and opened the door.

Luxurious French crystal lamps break the darkness.

Su Yun's cosmetics were neatly arranged on the white and gold-embellished dressing table.

Her favorite purple blanket was draped over the couch.

The magazine was half open.

Nothing seems to have changed.

It seemed that in the next second, Su Yun would come out from the balcony or dressing room and smile at him foolishly: "Honey, why did you come back just now?... Are you busy today? I made soup for you."

He didn't dare to stay any longer and turned to go to the study.

A thin layer of dust had accumulated on the large desk.

Staring at the dust with his dark eyes, Sheng Huai suddenly felt very annoyed.

"Someone come!"

"Someone come!"

The servant who was awakened ran up tremblingly: "Sir, you are back!"

Sheng Huai didn't even raise his head and started to curse: "You can't even clean the sanitation properly! If you can't do it, get out!"

The servant followed his gaze, speechless.

But he could only carefully explain in a low voice: "Sir, you have instructed before that no one is allowed to enter the study except my wife."

He was stunned for a moment.

I remembered that there were a lot of company documents in the study, and I did have this order.

No one can come in except Su Yun.

"Got it, let's go down!"

The poor worker looked at his face and lowered his voice: "Do you want to prepare a midnight snack?"

He took off his muddy windbreaker and threw it over, loosened his tie, and said in a cold voice: "The soup that Madam cooked before was good, go and make arrangements."

"yes."

The servant came downstairs with a sad face.

The study became quiet again.

He walked to the bookshelf, looked around blankly, and found it boring again.

In the past, Su Yun was the one who tidied the study, but now it was covered with dust, which made Sheng Huai feel very upset.

There is a photo frame in the corner of the table.

His eyes were locked on it for a long time.

Su Yun was wearing a white ballet costume, standing on tiptoe like a rose petal.

Light and beautiful.

He picked up the silk handkerchief and carefully wiped the dust off it bit by bit, as if he was protecting the most precious gift.

The rain kept hitting the glass. Sheng Huai sank into the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another with a numb expression.

If it were in the past.

When I stayed up late in the study, Su Yun would definitely come in with soup or snacks.

There was a flattering look on the pale little face.

Then he was driven out by his own impatient and cold words.

Sheng Huai couldn't think any further!

He felt like his headache was about to explode.

The memories of almost four years and every bit of Su Yun at this moment are like fireworks, blooming wildly in my mind and then quickly dissipating.

He is getting more and more out of control!

Now every pore and every nerve is beating violently, missing, roaring, and finally all transformed into one name -

Su Yun!

He crossed his fingers, hugged his head, leaned over the table and growled hoarsely, like a trapped beast on the verge of death.

There is no exit, no hope.

"Someone come!"

"Someone come!"

Sheng Huai suddenly stood up and shouted loudly towards the people downstairs, with a strong impatience on his face.

The servant hurried up, rubbing her apron tremblingly: "Sir."

He was as cold as a tyrant, looking towards the door with chill in his eyes.

"Where's the soup?"

"Where's the soup my wife made?"

The servant was in tears.

How can I make the soup my wife makes?

He stammered, "I'll be ready soon. I'll bring it to you."

"No!"

Sheng Huai waved his hand!

He can't stay in the study for even half a minute now!

He walked quickly to the restaurant with his long legs and sat down, with a cold look on his face.

Now all the servants in the villa have been woken up. The butler stands beside the dining table with his back hunched, winking at everyone.

Everyone lowered their heads and dared not breathe.

The soup, served in exquisite tableware, was soon placed in front of Sheng Huai.

"Mr. Sheng...try it."

The servant stood by with his hands hanging down and carefully observed his expression.

Sheng Huai frowned and took a bite.

The silver spoon clattered loudly as it fell on the dining table!

"Who taught you to make soup like this?"

“It doesn’t taste like that at all!”

"Take it away now! Get out!"

The servant took the dishes off the table with a pale face.

The housekeeper looked at Sheng Huai, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then spoke cautiously: "How about calling Madam to ask for the recipe?"

"Sir, the servants can never learn the perfect craftsmanship like your wife's by imagination..."

Sheng Huai's expression eased a lot.

He only caught six words from the butler's words:

Call the wife!

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the housekeeper immediately understood, took out his cell phone and called Su Yun.

As soon as the phone rang, he raised his hand and hung up forcefully.

"Fight again!"

"Press speakerphone!"

Sheng Huai glanced at the unfortunate servant beside him: "How can he learn if we don't press the hands-free button?!"

“Okay, okay…”

The housekeeper smiled apologetically and called Su Yun again.

The night is dark and the rain outside the window continues to fall.

The whole villa was shrouded in hazy mist.

Everyone in the restaurant held their breath, waiting for the wife to answer the phone.

But as soon as the first syllable of the ring sounded, he hung up the phone forcefully.

"What time is it!"

"Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

Butler: (⊙_⊙)?

Maid: o(╥﹏╥)o

The whole villa was in a state of unrest the whole night. The usually aloof President Sheng walked around the villa as if he was possessed. He complained that the flower stand was not strong enough, and then complained that the lawn was not neatly trimmed.

In the end, I simply put on rain boots, carried the toolbox and climbed up the ladder to reinforce the rose rack.

It was not until dawn that I curled up on the sofa in the living room and fell asleep contentedly.

By the next morning, the rain had subsided a little.

The butler walked in cautiously and reported——

"Mr. Sheng, there is a young lady outside who wants to see you."