Chapter 85 Baby Mr. Rose

Pei Yuning couldn't explain what he was really feeling at the moment.

Before going into the bathroom to do her skin care, she pretended to look down at her phone. When she walked past Shang Yanci, she didn't want to say a word to him.

But when he really didn't come in to accompany her, she felt that she was being ignored, and she didn't like this feeling.

When she came out after finishing the skin care, she saw Shang Yanci standing by the bathroom door waiting for her, accompanying her in silence.

Shang Yanci walked slowly to her, one step away, and reached out to hold her hand. When his fingertips were about to touch the back of her hand, he stopped and asked in a gentle and affectionate tone: "Madam, will you hold my hand?"

Pei Yuning's eyelashes trembled, the tip of her nose felt sore, and she nodded silently.

Shang Yanci took her hand and asked, "Would you like me to hold you?"

He was testing her level of calmness and anger and adjusting his measures accordingly.

Pei Yuning nodded again.

From this, Shang Yanci could be sure that the main point of her anger was not herself, otherwise she would not allow him to hug her so much.

Shang Yanci held her in his arms, holding her hand without letting go, and asked gently: "What happened tonight? Madam seems reluctant to talk to me. If I did something wrong, please tell me, I will definitely correct it actively and never make the same mistake again, okay?"

To be fair, if you think about it carefully, Shang Yanci did nothing wrong tonight.

From the moment she entered the banquet hall and Mr. Gu offered her the wine, Shang Yanci strictly abided by her promise, bluntly refused the wine, and stated the reason frankly without any concealment.

Socializing is inevitable at a banquet. Although Shang Yanci has been listening to the men talking, he can immediately notice if she feels uncomfortable and let her sit on the sofa to relieve the slight soreness in her ankles.

What really made her uncomfortable was what those young ladies said. On the surface, those words seemed to be flattering her, but in fact the central theme of every sentence was Shang Yanci. Coupled with the chat records she had taken screenshots of before, she felt bored and disgusted, and at the same time, she hated others coveting her exclusive items, which involuntarily affected her feelings towards Shang Yanci.

In addition, the woman who followed him to the men's restroom, although she acted calm and indifferent at first, as time went by, she gradually felt uncomfortable, or uneasy.

She didn't like Shang Yanci chatting with other women where she couldn't see him. She didn't like it, even though the possibility was extremely low, which meant it existed, however slim.

Shang Yanci is like the roses in the flower garden she carefully nurtured, blooming wildly and fragrantly. The flower garden is open on the roadside, separated by a faint iron fence, and many pedestrians come and go. Some admire her roses, some reach their hands through the iron fence to touch her roses, and some not only touch them, but also want to pick her roses.

She hated it when these things happened, so she criticized the passers-by for their rudeness and scolded the roses for their fragrance and beauty.

In the end, I put all the blame on myself.

If she hadn't planted her flower bed on the roadside, passers-by wouldn't have seen her roses and grown greedy for them.

If she had not planted the rose seeds in the barren soil and had not patiently watered and nourished them, the roses would not have bloomed so gorgeously, would not have had a light and pleasant fragrance, and would not have seduced her soul day by day and moistened her heart night by night.

Shang Yanci lowered his eyes and looked at Pei Yuning who was silent at the moment, then picked her up like a princess, put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, reached in, grasped her ankles and kneaded them gently.

Pei Yuning raised her eyes and looked at him. Shang Yanci was sitting beside her. He used his warm and broad hands to gently massage her ankles, giving her a silent and gentle caress.

Faced with his sudden indifference, he accepted it all and tolerated everything.

Pei Yuning felt as if her heart was trapped, oppressed, and tightened by invisible shackles. She felt uncomfortable and she didn't know how to explain it to Shang Yanci.

Shang Yanci raised his eyes inadvertently and saw Pei Yuning crying. His breathing stopped. How could he describe this feeling?

She shed tears silently, with her long, wet eyelashes drooping, like a butterfly with wet wings in the rain. The weight of the raindrops was too much for her to bear, so she fell quietly on an early summer night.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Shang Yanci held her in his arms, kissed the salty and burning tears on her face with his thin lips, and patted her back with his palms, extremely gently.

Pei Yuning sobbed in grievance, with a pitiful voice: "My rose... my rose... was stolen... stolen."

Listening to her intermittent voice, Shang Yanci felt so distressed that he didn't delve into the meaning of her words. He coaxed her softly, "I'll buy you lots of roses. Don't cry, okay?"

Pei Yuning's tears fell: "I...I want...my own."

Shang Yanci said gently, "Okay, we only want our own. Baby, do you know who stole the rose? I'll go get the rose back."

When Shang Yanci called "baby" for the third time, Pei Yuning stopped crying for a moment, perhaps because of his new name for her, or perhaps because she didn't know who was the thief who stole the rose.

Pei Yuning raised her hands and placed them on the back of his neck. She said in a coquettish and unreasonable tone: "Anyway... it was... stolen by someone."

Shang Yanci couldn't do anything to her. Pei Yuning was now like a child in a nightmare. Although she was awake, her consciousness was still asleep in the dream. She spoke incoherently, without any clear organization or specific direction.

Picking her up from the bed, Shang Yanci coaxed her in a low voice: "Baby, stop crying. Let's go have some snacks, okay? You haven't had any snacks in a long time. I don't care about you tonight. Eat as much as you want. Everything is up to you, okay?"

Pei Yuning rested her chin on his shoulder, sobbing softly, her tears soaking his nightgown, and the water marks spread out, her waist was firmly supported by his palm. She didn't respond a word, still immersed in the sad mood of the rose being stolen.

Before I reached the stairs, the door to the room next door opened from the inside.

Grandpa was just about to go get some water when he saw the two of them and asked, "Xiaoci, Ningning, why haven't you rested yet?"

Hearing this, Pei Yuning's body stiffened and she was forced to stop crying, but the inertial sobbing that followed made her tremble from time to time.

Shang Yanci patted Pei Yuning's back to comfort her, and said softly to her grandfather: "Ningning has a nightmare, I will comfort her and she will rest in a while. Grandpa, you go to sleep."

Grandpa nodded silently and closed the door. The noise he just made must have scared Ningning. It was really wrong.

Shang Yanci carried her downstairs, laughing and teasing, "You're not crying anymore? I should have taken you to your grandparents' room and let them comfort you, so that I wouldn't feel distressed and at a loss as to what to do."

After crying, Pei Yuning's emotions had mostly dissipated. After hearing Shang Yanci's words, she pursed her red lips and returned to her usual coquettish and whiny little drama queen mode: "I was planning to kiss you because you worked so hard to coax me, but now it seems that forget it."

Shang Yanci stepped onto the flat ground on the first floor, gently twisted the palm on her waist, and coaxed in a doting tone: "I said the wrong thing, baby, kiss her."

"No." Pei Yuning raised her hand and covered her red lips. Her voice was muffled as if in the bubbles spit out by a small fish. "Take me to eat snacks, or you will keep crying."

Shang Yan said to her, "Okay, I'll take you to eat some snacks. Don't cry, never cry again."

After putting Pei Yuning on the sofa, Shang Yanci walked into the side hall, took out two large bags of snacks from the cupboard and put them on the sofa.

Pei Yuning tore open a few packets of snacks and ate them with great satisfaction. She really missed the taste of garbage.

Shang Yanci sat down beside her, tucked the hair on the side of her cheek behind her ear, and asked with a smile in a gentle voice: "Baby, who stole your rose?"

Pei Yuning leaned in and kissed him, her voice sweet and delicate: "Mr. Rose."