Daily life of working as a substitute bride for a wealthy family

Xiang Ran poured him another half bowl of soup.

"Did you make it yourself?"

"Well, how do you know?"

"Because...it's very sweet. My mom doesn't like sweet things, so Xiaofu usually uses less sugar in everything she makes."

"Oh, you don't like it too sweet?"

"No, well—you're doing alright." He drank the red bean soup in his bowl in one gulp and stood up. "I'll try to come back for Mid-Autumn Festival."

Xiang Ran put the bowl into the pool and turned around: "How about I give you a walk?"

Thinking that the one-month period was about to expire, anything could happen. She might even run away before he came back.

Sheng Yang hesitated slightly: "Okay, I'll go upstairs and change my shirt first."

"Shall I go up with you?"

"Ah."

-

When she got to the room and waited for Sheng Yang to take off his clothes, she saw the wounds on his shoulders and back that were covered with wet compresses.

It looked better than she had imagined.

It was covered with gauze, so it wasn't so shocking.

It's just that the shirt I took off was a little dirty.

It looked like it was stained with blood and iodine.

"Is there some bleeding from the wound?" Xiang Ran asked with a frown.

Seeing the worried look on her face, Sheng Yang was a little dazed.

He didn't turn around, but only asked in a low voice: "A little bit of blood, would you... be worried?"

It seemed like he was asking her, but also like he was muttering to himself.

"Hmm?" She leaned forward and tried to tear off the gauze. "Do you want to—"

"No, it's too late. I have a plane to catch. Let's check in at the hotel first." As he spoke, Sheng Yang had already put on his suit jacket.

"Why do you have to work so hard? Can't you wait a few days before going?" Xiang Ran asked him, holding the shirt in her hand.

Sheng Yang turned around, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "What should I do? From the entire Yixing family, including the Sheng family... how many eyes are staring at me? Yiqing, in my position... sometimes I have to suffer and feel helpless."

-

The business car is parked outside the door.

Xiao Chen saw Sheng Yang and his wife coming in from afar, and quickly put out his cigarette and got into the driver's seat.

"Let's go back. It's windy outside." Sheng Yang held her shoulders. "Don't go down the stairs. The ground is a little damp."

Xiang Ran stopped and watched him walk to the front of the car, open the door, and look up at her.

Under the slightly swaying streetlights, Xiang Ran saw his narrow double eyelids twitching.

Those were a pair of extremely restrained eyes.

She stood on tiptoe and waved at him: "Goodbye... Sheng Yang!"

An expression of relief.

Sheng Yang suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and he didn't know why.

Maybe it was because she was disobedient and called his name again.

Maybe it’s because hearing a wife say “goodbye” to her husband…..something feels awkward?

My feet seem to be glued.

But in the end, Sheng Yang got into the car and closed the door.

Sitting in the car, Sheng Yang felt unprecedented boredom and anxiety.

The car window was opened, and the night wind blew in...

It’s okay—at worst, I can just come back early to spend Mid-Autumn Festival with her.

It's fine.

The night wind blows through the window slits.

It also took away his gentle sigh.

-

The day after Sheng Yang left, Xiang Ran received a call from Su Yue saying that Su Yiqing would be returning to China the next day and they wanted to arrange a meeting.

That’s really great!

Xiang Ran asked Su Yue on the phone: "Is the handover coming? Are you sure I'm leaving by the end of the month? The day after tomorrow is the last day of the month. When can I go and collect my commission?"