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In the next few days, Song Yan was still locked up in a small space, with her movement limited to the tables, chairs, bed and the small area in front of the window.

These days, only Shu's mother comes over, and Song Yan doesn't even have anyone else to talk to. How can she not be depressed?

He was really feeling suffocated.

"Shu Changyu!"

"I'm fully recovered now. When can I go out? If you don't let me go out, I'm going to grow mushrooms!" Song Yan was going crazy.

"You know what it means to grow mushrooms. Now I am a dark, twisted, crawling mushroom." Song Yan wanted to demonstrate on the spot what "dark crawling" meant.

Shu Changyu patted his messy head and said, "I want to eat mushrooms. I'll ask the kitchen to make a mushroom feast later, fried mushrooms, mushroom soup..."

"I don't want to eat mushrooms!" Song Yan sat cross-legged on the bed. "I just want to go out and get some fresh air. How long are you going to keep me locked up?"

Shu Changyu raised his eyes nonchalantly: "No, you can only go out after the doctor says there is no problem."

When Song Yan heard this, her face fell immediately. What kind of doctor is that? Don't think he doesn't know that An Liu is Shu Changyu's subordinate. Whatever Shu Changyu says is the truth.

"Shu Changyu, you can't be so unreasonable!" Song Yan said, holding her breath.

Shu Changyu remained unmoved: "This is for your own good."

"Do you want to eat some melon seeds? Or do you want to read some storybooks?" Shu Changyu handed over a book.

Song Yan took the book and flipped through a few pages with gritted teeth. She had not originally been in the mood to read the storybook, but after reading a few pages, she was actually drawn into it.

Seeing that he had finally calmed down, Shu Changyu curled his lips slightly and continued to deal with the matters at hand.

Before I knew it, the afternoon had passed.

Song Yan saw the most exciting part and was about to read on, but she found that there were a few pages missing at the back.

"What's going on?" Song Yan was so angry that she almost threw the book away.

Shu Changyu looked up at him and gave a brief, vague laugh: "Maybe something went wrong when binding."

Song Yan glared at him: "Did you do this on purpose?"

Shu Changyu looked innocent: "I don't have any, don't accuse me."

Song Yan threw the book aside: "I won't read it anymore. It's so boring."

Then, Song Yan supported his chin and turned his head to look at the window that was only slightly open. His eyes rolled around, and he suddenly jumped out of bed and walked straight to the window.

He walked to the window and pushed hard with both hands, opening it completely.

While Shu Changyu was still not able to react, he grabbed the window frame with both hands and kicked out, trying to flip out.

But just as he leaned half of his body out of the window, he felt a tightening around his waist, and a strong arm held him tightly like an iron clamp.

"What do you want to do?" Shu Changyu's voice sounded behind him, with a hint of anger that was not too obvious.

"I want to get out!" Song Yan struggled, kicking her feet in the air, "If you don't let me out, I'll find a way myself!"

Shu Changyu pulled Song Yan back into the house, turned around, and pushed him against the wall.

"No." Shu Changyu said in a light tone.

Song Yan tried to negotiate: "I'll just walk around the yard and get some sun. Just fifteen minutes, or even fifteen minutes is fine."

"Not even half a minute." Shu Changyu had no room for bargaining.

"Don't even think about it. If I say you can't go, then you can't go. If you want to sunbathe, I'll have someone move the lounge chair to the window and you can sunbathe here."

"If I really want to go out, can you stop me?" Song Yan glared at Shu Changyu with a frown.

Shu Changyu picked up Song Yan by the waist and walked towards the bed.

Song Yan fluttered in his arms: "Shu Changyu, let me go! You are illegally imprisoning me, I want to get out!"

"Illegal imprisonment?" Shu Changyu looked disdainful.

He supported himself on the edge of the bed with one hand, then leaned forward slightly, trapping Song Yan between himself and the bed in an almost domineering manner.

The other hand was still tightly holding Song Yan's chin, forcing Song Yan to look at him.

"If you don't behave, I will punish you."

"I'm still angry..." Before Song Yan could finish his words, Shu Changyu's lips fell heavily on him, blocking his next words.

His kiss moved from Song Yan's lips to her chin, and then down along her neck, leaving a series of wet and hot marks.

Song Yan raised her head slightly, revealing her graceful neck, and panted softly: "Shu Changyu...you bastard..."

Having said that, there was no hint of accusation in the words, but rather it sounded like the whispers between lovers.

Shu Changyu paused, staring into Song Yan's blurry eyes, stroking his red lower lip with his thumb, and said in a hoarse voice: "Are you still angry?"

Song Yan gritted her teeth, the blush on her face still not fading: "Angry, of course I'm angry! You're keeping me locked up like this."

Shu Changyu chuckled and whispered in his ear, "Then I'll coax you again." As she spoke, she gently kissed Song Yan's earlobe.

......

Song Yan was so exhausted that she almost didn't have the strength to speak. She could only curl up in the quilt and stare at Shu Changyu with a condemning look.

Shu Changyu, however, looked very satisfied, and from time to time he would come over to kiss Song Yan's forehead and cheeks, causing Song Yan to push him away helplessly: "Stop it, I'm tired."

Towards evening, Shu's mother knocked on the door again and asked if the two wanted to eat anything.

Shu Changyu put on his coat, tidied his clothes, and then went to open the door. He calmly said to Shu's mother, "Mom, don't bother me. You should go to bed early."

Shu's mother looked at her son's energetic appearance, and then saw Song Yan, who was wrapped in a quilt on the bed with only a pair of eyes exposed, and smiled knowingly.

She warned, "Okay, if you're hungry, tell the kitchen. Xiao Song is in good health, don't tire him out."

Shu Changyu nodded slightly and then closed the door.

Returning to the bedside, looking at Song Yan's pitiful appearance, he stretched out his hand to pinch his face and coaxed him, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."

Song Yan said in a muffled voice: "I don't want to eat. It's all your fault. I can't even move now."

Shu Changyu smiled and hugged him in his arms, patting his back gently, like coaxing a child: "Okay, it's all my fault. Then sleep for a while, and eat when you're hungry."

"I'm not going to sleep anymore." Song Yan had been lying down for five or six days and was in high spirits.

"Let's talk." Song Yan raised the pillow a little higher and found a comfortable position to lean on it.

Shu Changyu lay sideways beside him, propping up his head with one hand, and replied lazily, "Okay, what do you want to say?"

Song Yan reflected on himself these days and felt that he was indeed too careless before. He went out even though he knew there was a heavy snow outside.

He apologized honestly: "I'm sorry."

After this illness, Song Yan also realized that nothing is more important than good health, and all money is just external things.

He has countless money-making ideas in his mind, and he can make more money at any time, but if his health collapses, everything will be gone.

"I will always take care of my health first in the future," Song Yan promised.

Shu Changyu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Song Yan, and said meaningfully: "I hope you can do what you said, and don't forget the pain after the scar has healed."

Song Yan retorted: "I'm not that unreliable."

Shu Changyu raised the corner of his mouth: "I'll trust you for once."