Chapter 278 It’s time to be independent at the age of five
Mu Nanyan has always been a light sleeper. When Chenchen gently closed the door, she had already woken up in a daze.
A strong sense of sleepiness swept over her like a tide, making it impossible for her to even open her eyes. She had no choice but to turn over, bury her face in the soft pillow, and try to fall asleep again.
But this time, Mu Nanyan slept particularly restlessly.
She always felt empty inside, as if she had forgotten something important, or as if a thin thread was gently pulling at her nerves.
Every time I fall into a light sleep, I am awakened by inexplicable anxiety.
After repeating this several times, she finally gave up struggling and sat up suddenly on the bed, her messy long hair draped over her shoulders.
Mu Nanyan rubbed her sore eyes and reached for the phone on the bedside table.
When the screen lit up and displayed "08:12", she suddenly lost all sleepiness and froze.
"Why is it so late?"
She exclaimed in her heart, and her fingertips tightened unconsciously. Usually at this time, Chenchen would have finished his meal and gone to school.
She jumped out of bed in a hurry and ran to the kitchen barefoot.
It was not until she saw the empty living room and heard the faint sound of the door closing in the early morning that Mu Nanyan remembered that Chenchen seemed to have gone out.
Mu Nanyan was still unsure, so she walked towards Chenchen's room. She saw that the quilt was neatly made on the bed and there was no book of Chenchen on the desk. Only then did Mu Nanyan dare to be sure that Chenchen had really left on his own.
Mu Nanyan held onto the door frame and sighed helplessly: "This child doesn't want to wake me up..."
Mu Nanyan didn’t have time to sigh anymore, because... she was going to be late for work!
She returned to her bedroom, quickly washed, put on makeup, and changed her clothes, all done in twenty minutes.
The woman in the mirror has delicate makeup, but it can't hide the fatigue in her eyes.
Since Chenchen was not around, she didn't even have the energy to make breakfast, not to mention that there was no time at all.
She picked up her bag and went out.
The elevator went all the way down. In the enclosed space, she unconsciously tightened the strap of her bag until there was a "ding" sound and the cold air from the underground garage hit her face.
The moment I opened the car door and got in, a faint smell of alcohol mixed with tobacco lingered at the tip of my nose. This was left by Lu Yiran last night.
Mu Nanyan's fingers paused slightly, then she turned the key expressionlessly. The roar of the engine was particularly harsh in the silent garage.
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Lu Yiran frowned and opened his sore eyes. The dazzling morning light came in through the gap in the curtains and fell on his face.
After a hangover, my temples were throbbing and my throat was dry as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.
He subconsciously tried to move his stiff neck, but suddenly gasped and felt a piercing pain in the back of his neck.
He subconsciously reached out to touch his neck, and when his elbow touched the backrest of the leather sofa, Lu Yiran realized that he was actually sleeping on the sofa.
After Mu Nanyan left last night, Lu Yiran sat on the sofa all night, the cigarette between his fingers burned out and lit again until the ashtray was filled with twisted cigarette butts.
The night outside the window gradually lightened, and he remained in that stiff posture, as if he had been cast under a spell of immobilization.
He no longer remembered how he fell asleep.
The dull pain of a hangover spread from his temples to his entire body. He struggled to stand up, every joint protesting.
His throat was dry as if it had been burned by fire, and he subconsciously reached for the water glass on the coffee table.
When his fingertips touched the cold wall of the glass, his movements suddenly stopped.
It was a cup of cold honey water that Mu Nanyan had made for him last night...
Memories suddenly flooded back:
He grabbed her wrist like a scoundrel; he confessed to her but she ignored him; he hugged Mu Nanyan stubbornly and refused to let go; he rubbed his snot and tears on her shoulders like a coward; and that extremely humble "please"... Every scene made Lu Yiran feel very uncomfortable.
As the fragmented details gradually came together, his face turned pale.
His heartbeat suddenly quickened, and his usual calmness and composure disappeared.
"Hold!"
Lu Yiran suddenly jumped up from the sofa, but fell back down with a thud because of his hangover.
He now wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, or explode on the spot.
If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have drunk so much last night. He had calculated everything except himself...
He had never imagined that drinking too much would lead to this... He actually cried like an abandoned dog in front of Mu Nanyan...
Does he still want his face???
Lu Yiran mechanically took out his cell phone, swiped the screen mechanically, and his fingertips hovered over Mu Nanyan's chat interface for a long time.
The last message clearly showed the other party's cold reply:
[I'm working overtime today. If Mr. Lu wants to pick up Chenchen, please feel free to do so. Thank you for your help.]
He subconsciously glanced at the time and his eyebrows suddenly jumped. At this time of the day, he should have been waiting at Mu Nanyan's door in a suit and tie.
Lu Yiran's slender fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the phone, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line.
If he went out now and ran into Mu Nanyan... just imagining the expression she might make, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
"Five years old should be independent."
He spoke coldly to the air, as if this could alleviate the guilt of standing his son up.
At this moment, Lu Yiran suddenly heard the sound of a door opening next door.
Lu Yiran's body reacted faster than his brain. He rushed to the entrance in two steps and inexplicably put his eyes to the cat's eye.
Suddenly, a little face making a face appeared in his field of vision, and Chenchen was sticking out his tongue in his direction.
Lu Yiran's breathing stagnated, and he took a half step back reflexively.
Why did he suddenly feel a little guilty? Did Chenchen know he was standing at the door?
Lu Yiran thought about it and felt that it was impossible. Chenchen didn't use his X-ray vision, so how could he know he was there? It must be a coincidence.
Lu Yiran continued to look outside and saw Chenchen walking towards the elevator alone.
Lu Yiran suddenly felt a little guilty, but it only lasted for three seconds, not a second more.
Lu Yiran consoled himself in his heart, "I can't spoil him too much. My son needs to be independent...at worst, I can compensate him later."
After seeing Chenchen leave, Lu Yiran returned to the living room. Thinking about what happened last night, Lu Yiran began to feel embarrassed again. Although he didn't see Mu Nanyan today, what should he do next?
He couldn't possibly be hiding from her forever.
Lu Yiran thought desperately: "Is it too late to say that I was bewitched last night?"
But that didn't seem very realistic. How about pretending to have lost my memory? Just saying I was drunk and had a blackout?
Lu Yiran thought this was a good choice, and he began to seriously consider the feasibility of this plan.
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