Wherever those hands touched, they would make her tremble involuntarily.
Therefore, compared to friendship, Shen Wangshu still felt that men were more important. Otherwise, why would people say that women are valued more than friends? This can be seen from Shen Wangshu's case.
She spoke softly and gently to the girl on the other end of the line, "You're still up so late. You'll be tired from school tomorrow. No matter who it is for, you should take care of yourself first." She added gently, "Tomorrow, I'll listen to your troubles, okay? Whatever it is, I'll help you resolve them." She seemed to hear the girl give a hesitant reply, but there was only breathing on the other end of the phone; nothing else. Suddenly, she felt a pang of pity for the girl. She was born into a wealthy family, but her mother had passed away.
No one can play the role of a mother in her upbringing and give her the right guidance.
A child's growth is not simply a matter of providing enough money.
"I'll go to class tomorrow," Nangong Xiang said with a hum, refusing to admit that she wanted to confide in her son.
But her voice became more relaxed.
It's unbelievable, she hated her stepmother and the child so much, but when she was feeling down, the first thing she did was call the child.
Although she was about to hang up, she still warned Shen Wangshu, "Don't do anything intimate with Dongfang Xuan. These CEOs are all bad guys!" Before she could finish speaking, she found that the call had been disconnected.
Shen Wangshu looked helplessly at the boy who reached out from behind her and cut off the phone call.
"She's still very upset," she said helplessly.
"So what? She calls you a burden, and you actually care about her?" Dongfang Xuan disliked Nangong Xiang quite a bit. In his eyes, the two siblings from the Nangong family were born to bring him misfortune. Nangong Yao harbored ill intentions, and Nangong Xiang was equally annoying. He leaned close to Shu Shu's back, slowly pressing his chin against her bare shoulder, and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, saying softly, "Have you forgotten how she bullied you? That girl's reach is so long, she's really an eyesore." He didn't even care whose bed his Shu Shu was sleeping in.
Isn't it only natural to sleep in his bed?
He buried his head in his mouth and gnawed at Shen Wangshu's rounded shoulder as if venting his anger.
Shen Wangshu looked up and touched his soft hair.
"She should be going back to the Nangong family today, all to seek justice for me," Shen Wangshu said gently. "For that alone, I am grateful to her."
Not everyone has that kind of sense of justice; they would scold their own brother for the sake of a burden they don't like.
“She definitely didn’t see Nangong Yao.” A faint smile appeared on the boy’s lips.
President Nangong probably won't be able to go home to sleep for the next few days.
Shen Wangshu found the boy's gloating endearing. She lowered her head and kissed his lips, but her smile vanished abruptly when his gaze suddenly turned intense. She quickly dressed herself and grumbled, "Go to sleep!" She coldly pulled the stunned boy away, pulled the blanket over her head, and mumbled, "When you're eighteen!" Eating a boy who wasn't even an adult was too much pressure for Shen Wangshu, whose mental age was already that of an old aunt. She felt like an old cow eating young grass.
"Shushu." The boy realized he had been rejected and immediately started to cry.
Shen Wangshu ignored him.
"Shushu." If we don't give her anything to eat, what will happen to the boy's coming-of-age ceremony?
After calling her name several times, the young man realized that his lover was a cold and heartless person. He hung his head dejectedly, hugged his pajamas, and silently shed tears.
He looked pitiful, stealing glances at his lover's retreating figure every now and then, only to find her heart as hard as iron, completely unyielding. He had no choice but to compromise, reluctantly lying down beside the girl and obediently embracing her. Since there were no further moves, the boy didn't push her away. However, having been woken up in the middle of the night and unable to have his beloved girl, Dongfang Xuan lay awake until dawn. With dark circles under his eyes, weak and haggard, he got up with the still-spirited Shen Wangshu to have dinner with his grandfather. At the table, the old man, dressed in a very ordinary Tang suit, was stunned.
The grandson looked... like he'd been completely drained.
Seeing her looking so tired makes me so happy!
The old man hurriedly whispered to A-Ye, who was standing to the side, "Go, tell someone to make some kidney tonics!"
The number one assassin stared speechlessly at the old man.
He didn't move.
"How was yesterday?" The old man, disregarding his godson's disrespect and ignoring his own grandson, looked at Shen Wangshu, who in his eyes was as beautiful as a fairy from heaven, with the most loving expression. At this moment, Shen Wangshu was absolutely his precious treasure. He wished he could pat the child's face and say, "You're so efficient!" Hearing the girl's gentle greeting, the old man felt a surge of affection and asked Shen Wangshu with a smile, "Xiao Chun, right?" He coughed and asked, "Are you getting married tomorrow?"
Shen Wangshu was holding a heavy bronze bowl, wanting to drink some porridge, when he heard this, he silently placed the bronze bowl on the bronze table.
The servants on both sides, dressed in Tang Dynasty palace maid attire, stood with cold faces, some fanning themselves, others pouring wine.
She stared speechlessly at the old man who had emerged from the snow-covered penguin costume and traveled to the Tang Dynasty.
This illness is quite serious.
"marry?"
"You..." The old man winked mysteriously, gave Shen Wangshu a knowing eight-tooth smile, and said tactfully, "This brat did something bad, so he has to take responsibility, right?"
"Responsible?"
"You guys yesterday, didn't you... umm?" The old man continued to blink, and then excitedly pointed to his fingers as he said, "Our first grandson, we can call him A-Xi, and actually, your granddaughter can be your son too..." He laughed loudly.
This time, Shen Wangshu understood.
She looked at Dongfang Xuan.
Dongfang Xuan also felt that this annoying grandfather must be a terrible teammate who was hitting him where it hurt. He knew what the old man was thinking, so he snorted and gave Shen Wangshu a resentful look.
"Grandpa, we're just sleeping in the same bed."
To be able to describe sleeping in the same bed in such a pure way, this young man is truly extraordinary.
Just chatting under the covers? Who would believe that?
However, Old Master Dongfang's laughter abruptly stopped, and he said somewhat stiffly, "A-Ye said you..."
"Just sleeping." The boy looked at Shen Wangshu with an even more resentful expression, his face filled with a deep, tearful grievance.
Old Master Dong's gaze slowly moved down, down, down along his beloved grandson's body...
Is his only son... hmm?
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