Miss Shen ran away after finishing her meal, which angered her short-lived uncle to the point of res

Shen Feiwan was awakened by the glaring light at some point.

She squinted and reached for her phone on the pillow to see what time it was, only to find that the phone was switched off.

Press and hold the power button, and the screen lights up instantly, displaying the time: a little after 3 a.m.

A dull hangover throbbed in her temples, and she had no recollection of when she had fallen asleep the night before.

After unlocking, she discovered she had two missed calls, both from Bo Junxing.

Prior to these two missed calls, she and Bo Junxing had a 47-second phone call record.

The records show that it was Bo Junxing who initiated the call.

Shen Feiwan rubbed her head and began to recall.

Memories slowly returned, and the conversation with Bo Junxing last night gradually became clearer in my mind.

The more Shen Feiwan recalled, the more speechless she became about herself.

She actually told Bo Junxing that she was getting married on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year and even invited him to her wedding banquet.

this is too scary.

Shen Feiwan decided that she would never drink alcohol again, no matter what the circumstances.

She rubbed her sore arms and opened her text message to send a message to Bo Junxing.

The date isn't set yet, and the inflammation isn't under control. Don't worry, I'll definitely get it treated.

After sending the message, Shen Feiwan ignored it. She put down her phone and went to the bathroom to wash up. After taking a shower, she went back to sleep and slept until 10 a.m. the next day.

When she checked her phone again, the message she sent to Bo Junxing in the early hours of the morning had changed from unread to read.

However, aside from this change in status, the other party did not respond.

-

When Shen Feiwan went downstairs, she found the house empty.

However, breakfast was laid out on the table, and there was a note under the cup next to it, which Shen Mo had left for her.

Heat up your breakfast in the microwave yourself. I've gone to the hospital with your mother.

Shen Feiwan touched the corn on her plate; it was still edible, so she didn't bother to heat it up.

I had just sat down when the doorbell rang.

Chen Youen stood at the door carrying a fruit basket, her black coat still covered in unmelted snowflakes.

Shen Feiwan then realized that it was snowing again outside, and the white snow was dazzling.

Seeing Shen Feiwan squinting, Chen Youen couldn't help but widen her eyes and ask, "What's wrong? Does seeing snow remind you of your ex-husband again? The suspension bridge effect is still there."

“No,” Shen Feiwan stepped aside to let Chen Youen in, “I drank a little last night and I felt dizzy and my eyes hurt. Suddenly I saw a white blur on the ground and it made me feel uncomfortable.”

"You were drinking too?" Chen Youen said casually as she changed her shoes. "You had a great time last night, didn't you?"

"Yes, my mom is back, and our whole family is very happy."

"Is Auntie not home right now?" Chen Youen looked around and found that there seemed to be no one else at home except Shen Feiwan.

"Yes, they're not home. My dad went to the hospital with my mom. Have you had breakfast yet? Would you like to eat something together?"

"No need, I've already eaten. By the way, why was your phone off when I called you last night? I couldn't get through for ages."

Shen Feiwan tilted her head back and drank her milk, mumbling, "Someone kept calling me, it was too noisy so I turned off my phone."

"Who?"

"...I don't know, I didn't notice." Because Chen Youen didn't know she was pregnant, she didn't want to tell the truth.

After thinking for a moment, she suddenly said, "Come to think of it, I seem to have become desensitized to Bo Junxing; the suspension bridge effect has disappeared."

“You’ve been busy with family matters lately, so it’s normal for your attention to be diverted. But…” Chen You’en said with surprise, “Why did you specifically mention him? I didn’t even ask.”

“…………” Shen Feiwan paused for a moment, “There’s nothing special about it, I just feel like I have one less thing on my mind.”

However, what she said was true; Bo Junxing had hardly come to mind lately.