The Big Shot is Also Crazy About Me Today

Chapter 1260 - 1183: Initiating a Kiss

A pampering yet slightly helpless male voice came through: "A little punishment, to help you remember!"

Shi Nuan’s eyes flickered, and she heard Song Yansheng say again, "Little girl, how many times do I have to tell you? With me, you neither need to thank me nor apologize, because whatever I do or endure for you, it’s only right. We are husband and wife, we are family, not outsiders, understand?"

Shi Nuan bit her lip, one hand involuntarily reaching out to hold Song Yansheng’s hand.

Song Yansheng’s hand was very beautiful, with long fingers and distinct joints, but when pressed against his palm, it felt solid and warm.

Shi Nuan felt the lines and warmth of his palm, said nothing, and gently leaned into Song Yansheng’s embrace.

She finally understood that in this world, the only person she could truly trust and rely on was Song Yansheng, only him.

The two quickly arrived at Nuan Residence, where Uncle Wu had been waiting for some time. Since it had been a while since they last visited, Uncle Wu was very happy to see them.

He even greeted them with a smile.

You should know, Uncle Wu used to be expressionless and looked very stern.

Actually, most of Song Yansheng’s people were like this, but upon closer contact, they were all cold on the outside and warm on the inside.

Uncle Wu helped carry the vegetables Shi Nuan bought into the house, then Song Yansheng sent Uncle Wu away. When Shi Nuan wanted to sort the vegetables, Song Yansheng stopped her.

Song Yansheng said: "Did you forget? The doctor advised you to rest well. Even though I’m happy you want to cook for me, I can’t neglect the doctor’s advice... You go upstairs and rest for a while, I’ll cook tonight!"

Shi Nuan’s eyes flickered as she looked at Song Yansheng, feeling a bit uneasy inside.

No, it wasn’t just unease; she felt very sad, extremely sad.

Her hand involuntarily brushed over her belly, where there used to be a small life, but now, it’s gone.

And Song Yansheng still doesn’t know about all this.

Shi Nuan didn’t want to hide it from him, but she also didn’t want to transfer the pain to Song Yansheng.

The child is gone, already gone, knowing it just adds more sadness.

Song Yansheng has already done too much for her, and she couldn’t be so cruel.

Moreover, Father was right about one thing - if Song Yansheng knew, Shi Jiaojiao, the Shi Family, and even the entire Shi Family could be implicated.

Even though she harbored hatred, she understood the significance of it, knowing that no matter what they did, the child couldn’t come back.

Song Yansheng saw Shi Nuan remain silent, feeling a bit surprised, and asked, "What’s wrong? What are you thinking about?"

Shi Nuan didn’t speak, she simply stood on her tiptoes and took the initiative to kiss Song Yansheng’s lips.

Song Yansheng was evidently stunned, hardly able to believe it, but it was just a brief moment of distraction, then he immediately embraced Shi Nuan’s slender body and kissed her back.

With each other’s response, the kiss became increasingly tangled and intense.

Shi Nuan’s body was tightly held in his arms, her soft lips being taken over relentlessly.

He loved kissing Shi Nuan, loved even more how she responded to him during kisses. Her whole body was light and fragile, her lips extremely soft, feeling like jelly in his mouth, very comfortable.

Her body also exuded fragrance.

Shi Nuan didn’t use perfume, so the fragrance was due to her shampoo and body wash.

But on Shi Nuan, it seemed sweeter and richer than just simple shampoo or body wash.

Their lips and tongues were entangled fiercely, from a light taste at first to later feeling each other’s changes.

At that moment, Shi Nuan felt a sense of indifference towards life and death, so one hand reached for Song Yansheng’s pocket.

She felt that there, in Song Yansheng, there had been a strong, very strong change.

But just as she undid the belt, her arm was grabbed by Song Yansheng.

Song Yansheng looked at her swollen lips and moist, bright eyes, gasping as he said, "...Forgot what the doctor said? Little girl, don’t tempt me!"

Shi Nuan’s fingers trembled and let go.

Yes, how could she forget? She had just had a miscarriage not long ago; at this time, how could she think of such things?

Losing a child meant she couldn’t just spoil her body like that. In the future, she would still have children.

She would still have children with Song Yansheng.

Song Yansheng saw Shi Nuan’s somewhat dumbfounded and dazed eyes, smiled lightly: "Alright, go upstairs and rest, when the food is ready, I’ll call you down to eat!"

Shi Nuan pursed her lips, and after a while, she gently said "Okay".

Song Yansheng took the vegetables to the kitchen, reminding Shi Nuan to rest upstairs before he turned and left.

Shi Nuan didn’t stay long in the living room, she went upstairs.

She had too many emotions she couldn’t let go of, she couldn’t let Song Yansheng see them.

She needed a quiet, personal space.

She also needed, as Song Yansheng said, to rest well.

Shi Nuan lay on the bed, gazing at the gradually thinning sunlight outside the window, her mind swirling for a long time.

She felt as if she had thought a lot, but on closer inspection, it seemed like she hadn’t thought of anything at all.

Later, Shi Nuan unknowingly fell asleep.

After such great sorrow, her body was indeed weak.

When she opened her eyes again, she was awakened by Song Yansheng’s kisses.

Though one said kisses, Song Yansheng merely teased her lips, playfully pecking them again and again.

After a few pecks, Shi Nuan woke up.

She opened her eyes, noticing the light inside had dimmed, though not entirely dark.

She could still see the handsome outline of the man clearly.

Shi Nuan’s hand reached for the man’s face, softly asking, "Second Uncle... is dinner ready?"

Song Yansheng smiled, automatically brushing aside Shi Nuan’s long hair, "It’s ready, so Nuannuan, have you slept well?"

Shi Nuan murmured "Mm," Song Yansheng then asked, "Do you want me to carry you up?"

Under normal circumstances, Shi Nuan would probably refuse, and Song Yansheng was prepared for the little girl to reject him.

But unexpectedly, Shi Nuan’s thin lips moved slightly, and she softly said, "Okay!"

Song Yansheng carried Shi Nuan downstairs, she clung to Song Yansheng’s neck, their posture indeed intimate.

Song Yansheng placed Shi Nuan at the dining table in the dining room. Sitting there, Shi Nuan saw the table was already set, all covered with insulating lids.

Song Yansheng said, "Nuannuan, wait a moment, there’s still the soup, I’ll serve it now!"

Shi Nuan responded, and Song Yansheng walked away again.

Shi Nuan sat there, watching the increasingly late sky through the floor-to-ceiling window glass, the street lights at Nuan Residence already lit.

She thought her nap must have been a long one; by now, it was almost eight o’clock.

Song Yansheng quickly came back out, carrying a bowl of soup.

Shi Nuan noticed it was fish soup, but she remembered she hadn’t bought any fish at the supermarket.