"Aunt Yang, is he still unwilling to come down for dinner? Or has he locked himself in his room?"
Su Wanwan had already prepared the meal and was waiting for Jiang Shengjun to come down.
"Young Madam, please eat first. If you can't wait for the young master, he rarely gets angry, but when he does, it won't be over for at least ten days or half a month."
She went to call him, but he wouldn't come down. Yang Ma went to call him, but he still wouldn't come down.
Su Wanwan was truly impressed.
"This man is so hard to please!"
Unable to resist making a complaint, Su Wanwan started eating by herself. It was already 8 p.m., and she was going to starve if she didn't eat soon.
She can't stop someone from getting so angry that they'll die.
After dinner, Yang Ma asked Su Wanwan, "Young Madam, what you just said probably hurt the young master. He loves you so much and considers you in everything. If you suddenly said you would give him to Miss Ouyang, I would be angry too."
Su Wanwan hugged the teddy bear pillow on the sofa and let out a long sigh.
"Sigh, sometimes I don't know why I say those things. Maybe I'm just too uncontrollable, too young, and have low emotional intelligence. I need to change."
Looking up at the spiral staircase, Su Wanwan put down her cushion and went to the study to read.
But I couldn't concentrate on my book; Jiang Shengjun was all I could think about, and I was really frustrated.
She took the elevator to knock on the bedroom door.
"Jiang Shengjun, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have said those things and hurt you. I'll apologize to you, okay?"
There was no movement inside.
She waited at the door for half an hour, trying her best to coax him, but to no avail.
She ignored him, thinking he would be fine the next day, so she slept in the guest room.
When Su Wanwan woke up the next day, Jiang Shengjun was no longer in the room and had locked the bedroom door.
When he got back that night, he quietly locked himself in his bedroom when Su Wanwan wasn't looking.
Su Wanwan called him from outside, but he didn't answer.
It seems he's really angry.
When he gets angry, he likes to give the silent treatment, and the silent treatment period can last a long time.
Since that's the case, she had to find another way to make him laugh.
From the sixth floor of the bedroom, you can see the Ferris wheel. Su Wanwan found Yang Ma and said, "Give the order that the Ferris wheel has 52 carriages. Yang Ma, prepare 52 sheets of paper for me, find 52 servants, and also glue and 52 pens. I want to use the power of the Ferris wheel to apologize to him."
"Yes, young mistress!"
At nine o'clock in the evening, everyone helped her write and trace the characters, started the Ferris wheel, and everyone pasted warm white paper, one and a half meters long and one and a half meters short, on the Ferris wheel car doors.
A large character was written on a piece of paper.
Everyone should glue the paper in advance, and then stick the paper with the writing on it when the Ferris wheel starts to turn.
“Mr. Jiang, as the saying goes, to err is human, to forgive divine. I have already admitted my mistake. I wonder if you, Mr. Jiang, could be so magnanimous as to forgive me. I miss you terribly if I don’t see you for a day.”
Each carriage had a small, warm-light desk lamp, and these 52 characters quickly appeared before my eyes.
Su Wanwan was afraid that Jiang Shengjun didn't know, so when she saw that it was only 9:30, she ordered someone to bring in a large speaker and held a microphone, shouting, "Jiang Shengjun, come to the window quickly."
After shouting, she took out her binoculars to look out the window for Jiang Shengjun.
The first time, no.
The second time, no.
The third time, she connected via Bluetooth and started singing.
"Jiang Shengjun, if you don't forgive me today, I'll keep singing until dawn!"
The words behind her rotated with the Ferris wheel. Su Wanwan held binoculars in her left hand, observing Jiang Shengjun by the window, while holding a microphone in her right hand.
As the background music drew closer, Su Wanwan's sweet and gentle voice rang out.
"Help help help help help, tutu tutu tutu... The wind is gentle, I hear your voice..."
The servants in the villa all praised it.
"The young mistress sings so well."
"Yes, it's a waste of her talent to be a live streamer."
...
Seeing that Jiang Shengjun didn't come out, Su Wanwan continued singing.
"If I were young and successful, I wouldn't be insecure... I'm not used to quitting smoking... My sister says purple has a lot of charm... I want to have a child with you, someone who will revolve around you, my love under the hawthorn tree..."
Su Wanwan sang along to the rhythm of the music, and when she sang about the love under the hawthorn tree, Jiang Shengjun's figure finally appeared by the window.
At a glance, the large characters Su Wanwan had posted on the Ferris wheel were easily visible, but she herself was not very clear.
Jiang Shengjun took out binoculars from the room and saw Su Wanwan wearing a pretty tutu and cute fluffy bunny ears on her head, singing and dancing to the rhythm of the music.
The corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.
That's interesting.
Su Wanwan even winked at him and blew a kiss to Jiang Shengjun through the window.
A gentle breeze lifted the hem of her skirt, like ripples on a calm lake.
until……
"Fate is always unpredictable..."
The scene abruptly changed; Jiang Shengjun put down his binoculars and left the window.
Su Wanwan stopped singing.
"Hey... Jiang Shengjun... why did you leave?"
Jiang Shengjun couldn't bear to look at it.
This Su Wanwan has completely ruined her idol's song.
Sitting on the small sofa, Jiang Shengjun couldn't help but laugh as he listened.
Her Cantonese is really bad.
It was almost unbearable to listen to.
Jiang Shengjun called Yang Ma, "Unplug Su Wanwan's speaker and microphone, they're so noisy."
At that moment, Su Wanwan was singing her heart out when the sound system and microphone suddenly went dead.
"Huh? The power's dead?" Su Wanwan asked in confusion.
She gets so engrossed in singing that she gets upset if someone suddenly interrupts her.
"Who pulled the cord?!"
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