Young lady?

Sheng Huai's eyes flashed with surprise for a moment, "Madam?"

But it soon dimmed.

It can’t be Su Yun. If it was Su Yun, the housekeeper would say that Mrs. Sheng is back.

He waved his hand impatiently and told the butler to send them away. He didn't want to see anyone now.

The butler took the order and left.

The autumn rain that had fallen all night had stopped, and a few rays of sunlight shone through the window onto his face. His eyelashes were drooping, and his handsome eyebrows were still wrinkled. His pale skin and cold, thin lips outlined the image of a cold and ruthless nobleman.

Sheng Huai opened his eyes and lay on the sofa but didn't want to move.

He just lay there, staring at the few rays of sunlight coming in through the window.

His pajamas were wrinkled on his body, his hair was disheveled and covered his eyebrows, and he held a cigarette between his slender fingers, puffing on it slowly.

Decadent and silent.

It seemed as if he was no longer the president of the Sheng family who had the final say in Li City.

"Someone come!"

After finishing a cigarette, he suddenly frowned and looked impatient.

The butler came in: "Sir, what do you want?"

"Draw all the curtains!"

Sheng Huai covered his eyebrows with his fingers, "Don't leave any of them!"

"yes."

The old butler who had served the Sheng family for many years nodded in acceptance.

instantly.

This magnificent villa located in the city center fell into darkness.

All the places in the room where sunlight could reach were blocked by thick curtains, and only a few dim corridor lights were emitting faint light.

On the sofa, Sheng Huai's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly loosened his fingers that were covering his eyebrows.

His gloomy eyes slowly adjusted to the light in the room.

Without Su Yun, the sunshine only makes people feel more impatient and lonely.

alone?

Sheng Huai sneered.

But my eyes started to feel sore.

He never thought that the word loneliness would appear in his thoughts one day.

At the same time there is another word -

regret!

"Someone come!"

He sat up straight, tugged at his black robe, and shook his broad shoulders and long legs, but he only felt restrained all over!

The poor housekeeper could only walk in again, hunched over.

"gentlemen."

Sheng Huai glanced at him.

"Let the driver wait at the door!"

"yes."

The butler nodded, looked at his expression again, and chose his words carefully: "Sir, the lady is still waiting at the door."

"who?"

Sheng Huai paused as he was heading towards the stairs, turned around, and seemed to be thinking about something.

The housekeeper said cautiously: "The lady only said that she had a business to discuss with you, but did not reveal her name, and said that she must see you today."

Business?

Sheng Huai frowned and thought for a moment.

He gave a cold order: "Let her wait in the living room!"

"yes!"

He turned and went upstairs to the dressing room.

The large and luxurious dressing room is located inside the bedroom suite. There are more than a dozen rows of dress suits all classified by color and style, which look neat and exquisite at a glance.

Bow ties, cufflinks, brooches, and tie clips are all put in their proper places, separated by small boxes and placed in display cabinets.

The air was filled with the scent of perfume.

Sheng Huai stood quietly, looking at the heart-shaped sticky note on the wall.

Each one is marked with a date.

[August 13/moderate rain/ Tip: Black suit, silver striped bow tie already matched, royal blue diamond cuffs, in a champagne box/? Love you]

He brushed across the densely packed wall of sticky notes bit by bit, his face was calm, but his fingers were trembling slightly.

In the past, Su Yun would get up early every day to help him choose clothes, prepare breakfast personally, and send him to the door.

At first, she always liked to hang on like a koala.

Sheng Huai didn't like this very much.

He even scolded her in front of the servants.

After a few times, she stopped giving herself gifts, stopped writing sticky notes, and stopped matching...

Now that I think about it, everything has a traceable origin.

"Yun'er."

Sheng Huai whispered softly and stretched out his arms woodenly, wanting to hug the fragile and silent shadow.

But it only embraces a wisp of air.

He came back to his senses, smiled at himself, changed into a black suit, and tied a striped tie in front of the mirror.

Still handsome and elegant.

But there was less arrogance in his eyes.

He went downstairs with a gloomy face.

A slightly plump figure was already sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The woman was wearing a blue business suit and had big brown wavy hair. Even as she stood at the stairs, one could smell the strong scent of her brand-name perfume.

Sheng Huai frowned.

Suddenly I missed that fruity scent.

The woman on the sofa heard the noise behind her and raised her head.

His eyes lit up.

"Mr. Sheng!"

Liu Mei is as her name suggests, with a charming voice, graceful figure, and charming manner in every move.

Sheng Huai just found it an eyesore.

He stopped at the stairs, looked down at her, and said in a very cold tone: "What's the matter?"

"Why, can't I come to see you if I have nothing to do?...Mr. Sheng, we were once partners after all!"

Sheng Huai turned around and left, "See you out."

"Why!"

"Don't go, I have something to discuss about cooperation this time! You must be interested!"

Liu Mei hurriedly ran upstairs and handed over the folder in her hand: "Mr. Sheng, take a look first, the profit from this cooperation is not small!"

"I'm not interested!"

Sheng Huai glanced at her coldly, then threw the document back.

"Just go!"

"Ha ha……"

Liu Mei suddenly laughed out loud in a charming way.

She raised her beautiful peach blossom eyes to look at Sheng Huai, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Now the whole Li City shopping mall is saying that you, Mr. Sheng, are so sad because Miss Jiang was arrested that you can't do anything! The entire Sheng family is going to shut down!"

“I thought it was fake.”

"Today, I saw that it was indeed the case!"

She bent down to pick up the documents on the ground and waved at him: "In that case, I won't bother you anymore... Speaking of which, Mrs. Sheng will also participate in this competition, so you should be even less interested!"

"stop!"

"What game are you talking about?"

Liu Mei paused, turned around and leaned her graceful figure against the door frame, looking at him with her beautiful eyes: "Mr. Sheng, didn't you say you were not interested just now..."

"Show me the file!"

Sheng Huai looked at her gloomily, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"...Can you please stop looking at me like that?!"

Liu Mei turned around, sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, and bent down to light a slender ladies' cigarette.

He took a deep breath and then threw the document on the table in the smoke.

The sun was setting outside the window, but inside the house there were only a few dim lights flickering.

Liu Mei stood up and casually toured the living room in her high heels, her slender eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Boss Sheng, why is there no light in your house? It's so stuffy!"

Sheng Huai didn't even raise his head.

He half leaned on the sofa, his dark eyes staring at the big words on the cover of the document -

【R Luxury Brand Designer Competition】

Before I even opened the title page, the housekeeper came in in a hurry.

The old butler rubbed his hands awkwardly, glanced at Liu Mei who was still in the living room, and moved closer to Sheng Huai and lowered his voice.

"Sir, the wife is back!"