Chapter 142 - : Is It All Too Late?
“He’s really gone mad.” Shen Rou said, “He actually didn’t inform his family about something as important as a marriage?”
“Rou Rou.” Yan Shaoqing sounded serious now. “Ah Si isn’t like us. He’s someone who has a very clear idea of his life and plans. He’s never done anything out of impulse, nor has he made decisions without putting thought into it.
“I believe he has his own considerations for doing this.
“And…” Yan Shaoqing kept quiet for a few moments before saying again, “I can sense that the woman means a lot to Ah Si. So, if you see her tomorrow and you don’t like her, it’s best you don’t show it.”
Shen Rou pursed her lips in anger.
Yan Shaoqing sighed. “I’d told you before, that if you really had a thing for Ah Si, you should let him know as soon as possible. Now… he’s already married, what are you thinking?”
Shen Rou felt heartache when she heard Yan Shaoqing’s sigh.
Her eyes went foggy and she couldn’t find any words to say.
Was it all too late?
She had liked him for 20 years.
1From the moment she saw him…
She liked him so much and was so afraid of losing him.
She was afraid that if she were to confess, she would lose him as a friend as well.
But now…
She had lost that chance entirely. She had completely lost… this love.
1…
Qiao Mianmian had thought that she would have trouble sleeping with him in the room.
But she ended up falling asleep pretty quickly.
The lights were turned off and the surrounding was dark.
In the pitch blackness, the sounds of their breathing were amplified.
She lay on the bed, feeling secure because of the steady breathing from his side.
She felt better than usual.
But the thought of making him sleep on the floor caused her some guilt.
She thought… this might be the first time in his life that he was sleeping on the ground.
Was he comfortable…
It was summer, so it wasn’t too bad to be sleeping on the ground. But he was Young Master Mo, it didn’t feel right.
“Mo Yesi…”
She inched towards the side of the bed and asked softly, “Are you asleep?”
The man instantly replied, “Not yet.”
Qiao Mianmian was speechless.
A while later, the man asked, “Baby, are you?”
Qiao Mianmian responded immediately as well, “No.”
Mo Yesi quietly asked, “You’ve something to say to me?”
Qiao Mianmian grabbed her blanket and hesitated for a while. “Is it uncomfortable down there? You’re not used to sleeping on the ground, right?”
He didn’t respond immediately.
After a moment of silence, he said, “Mm, I’m not.”
Qiao Mianmian was a little taken aback.
She knew it.
She bit her lip and asked, “Is this your first time sleeping on the ground?”
“Mm.”
Although she had guessed it, his response still made her feel bad.
“Actually, I can sleep on the couch.”
The small couch in the living room wasn’t suitable for him, but it was alright for her.