Shi Lan curled the corners of her lips, secretly chuckling to herself.
They're good at putting on airs.
The other day when he was working, the doors were always kept tightly closed.
After taking the things back to her room, Shi Lan changed into some comfortable clothes and went to the study to ask him when lunch was.
Ning Yuze glanced at her with a cold expression, not replying, but instead asking her, "What job did you take? Let me see it."
Shi Lan felt it was inappropriate to bring over the embroidery work during working hours.
Seeing her hesitation, Ning Yuze assumed she was deliberately avoiding him, so he pouted and said, "What, is it that the work you've taken on can't be seen by others?"
Ning Yuze leaned back in his chair, his smooth neck slightly raised, his small Adam's apple bobbing slightly, which further accentuated the rounded shape of his chin.
Shi Lan couldn't help but laugh. That arrogant expression on her face, as if she would grant me a glance if I gave it to her, was just too funny.
"No, not at all," Shi Lan turned around and went back into the house to bring him the blueprints.
Ning Yuze glanced at her briefly and said with disdain, "How much does she love flowers? She's covered in flowers. Doesn't she care if people call her 'Flower Sister'?"
Shi Lan...
This dress is a modernized cheongsam with a long skirt. The floral pattern starts from the hem, with abundant blooming flowers gradually thinning out from bottom to top. The finishing touch is at the neck, where a few bright and vibrant petals are scattered lazily, perfectly set at the collarbone, highlighting the wearer's beautiful shoulder and neck lines and creating an unconventional aesthetic.
It was a perfectly good piece of clothing, but in his mouth, it was transformed into something completely different.
Shi Lan couldn't help but think of Hao Ze, such a cold and noble person. She never expected that his clone would have such an awkward personality. With a sly smile, Shi Lan went to the kitchen and brought up lunch, secretly pleased with herself for accidentally discovering a secret.
After dinner, Shi Lan cleaned the third floor as usual. When she got to the study, Ning Yuze suddenly frowned and said, "Why are you still here?"
Shi Lan was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "If not here, where?"
Ning Yuze lowered his eyes, remained silent, and gently stroked the edge of the computer screen with his fingers.
Having been here for so long, Shi Lan had gotten a general idea of this young master's temperament. With a hopeful mindset, she guessed that perhaps he just wanted to ask her why she wasn't doing her embroidery.
“That embroidery work only looks difficult. I asked the clothing store owner for a month. As long as I squeeze out a little time every night, I can finish the work.”
Ning Yuze glanced at her quickly, "The lighting is bad tonight."
Hearing him say that, Shi Lan smiled to herself. It seemed that she had guessed correctly. Could this be what they call telepathy?
"How could that be? The light in my room is very bright; it won't affect anything."
Ning Yuze pursed his lips, his fingers idly tracing patterns on the table, the stray hairs on his forehead swaying gently with his movements.
Shi Lan couldn't figure out why he was suddenly unhappy again. She thought to herself that his personality was really difficult to deal with, always making people guess. She wasn't a mind reader, so how could she possibly know everything every time?
Ning Yuze paused, and seeing that she didn't speak, he emphasized, "This room on this floor has the best lighting."
Shi Lan's heart stirred slightly, and she suddenly understood the meaning behind his seemingly nonsensical words, as well as his unusually awkward behavior.
"Then shall I set up the embroidery frame here?"
Ning Yuze did not answer, and his fingers returned to the keyboard, clattering away.
Shi Lan finally couldn't help but grin and laughed.
Honestly, Ning Yuze is so proud yet so reserved; she really wanted to rush over and pat his head, ruffling his thick, black hair.
On a late autumn afternoon, the warm sunlight streamed into the room. At the largest table, a handsome man stared intently at his computer. Two steps away, in front of a small embroidery frame, a serene young woman, facing the sunlight, patiently and meticulously separated the embroidery threads.
When the butler came up, he happened to see this scene, and in an instant he suddenly remembered the scene when the master and madam were alive.
On a similar afternoon, bathed in sunlight, the master and mistress sat on opposite sides of the study, one working and the other reading. When they got tired, they would exchange a smile, have some tea or snacks, or chat for a while. Even to an outsider like him, those moments seemed exceptionally warm and cozy.
It's just a pity...
The butler sighed silently and gently knocked twice on the door. The two people inside looked up at the same time.
Ning Yuze frowned, somewhat displeased. Only then did Shi Lan realize that when she was moving the embroidery frame, she had been careless and forgotten to close the door.
The butler stepped forward and said, "Young Master, the Old Master has sent someone to ask when you will be returning."
Ning Yuze frowned even more. "If I go back like this, it will only make Grandpa worry. Just tell him that I'll go back when I have time."
The butler nodded and was about to turn around when Ning Yuze's voice came: "Is something wrong at the old house? Why does Grandpa suddenly want me to go back?"
The butler paused for a moment, then said, "I heard that Zhou Tang invited Ma Tan to the old house, probably to act as a persuader."
Ning Yuze's handsome face turned cold, and the atmosphere in the room instantly became much more oppressive. "I will destroy Zhou Tang and the Zhou family sooner or later. Tell Grandpa not to worry so much and just enjoy his retirement."
The butler knew the inside story. The young master's injury was caused by Zhou Tang. To be fair, Zhou Tang was unlucky. He was living a good life. If it weren't for his unfortunate daughter, his men wouldn't have ended up scattering like birds and beasts.
That Zhou Lisha is the same; there are so many men in this world, yet she insists on taking advantage of the young master.
Do you think it's easy to take advantage of a young master?
The butler shook his head; it seemed he should consider who should take over that piece of land.
The study door closed silently. Shi Lan glanced at Ning Yuze, who exuded a chilling aura, and said, "Would you like some fruit and snacks?"
Ning Yuze glanced sideways, somewhat surprised that she wasn't frightened by his appearance.
Even Xiao Mufan, who had been with her for over ten years, would always back down when she got angry, but Xiao Mufan dared to brave the cold wind and ask her if she wanted afternoon tea as if nothing had happened.
"The persimmons we had yesterday were quite good, how about we have those again today?"
Shi Lan got up and walked out onto the sidewalk.
Ning Yuze thought about it and felt that the thing was too sweet. He wouldn't have wanted to eat it if Shi Lan hadn't forced him to.
"Give me a cup of green tea."
Shi Lan tilted her head and glanced at him. "Let's eat the persimmons first. It's better to drink the tea later."
Ning Yuze pursed his lips slightly.
So why ask him? He already has an idea.
Shi Lan walked out briskly, and when she came back, she had a plate of persimmons cut into small pieces in her hand.
She picked up a small fork, forked a piece of food, and held it to his lips.
Ning Yuze frowned in disgust and reluctantly opened his mouth.
Ignoring his expression, Shi Lan forced the persimmon flesh into her mouth, mumbled "This is high in vitamins," and then forked another piece into her own mouth.
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