After Song Qinian took Shen Yushu to the hospital, she also went to see his grandmother.
Shen Yushu and his family lived in an old residential area without an elevator.
The elderly woman was not careful when coming down from upstairs and rolled down the stairs.
Fortunately, she protected her head when she fell, but she still had several fractures and needed to be hospitalized.
After handling the admission procedures for the elderly woman, Shen Yushu saw Song Qinian off at the hospital entrance.
"Niannian, thank you so much today. Without you, I wouldn't have known when I would have been able to get a taxi."
Song Qinian smiled faintly, "Everyone has difficult times. We are friends, and we should help each other."
"Yes, I'll treat you to a meal another day."
Song Qinian rode away on her bike, and Shen Yushu smiled, watching her retreating figure.
Although Song Qinian was mute, she worked harder than anyone else.
She worked positively, loved life, and never complained about life's injustices.
When Song Qinian returned home, it was already dark.
"Young Madam, you're finally back."
Song Qinian smiled and nodded, taking off her helmet.
Zhang Qiaoqiao took the helmet and whispered to Song Qinian, "Young Master is at home. He told you to go to the study to find him after you've eaten and showered."
Knowing that Shen Chiye was waiting, Song Qinian dared not delay. She quickly finished her meal, showered, and went to Shen Chiye's room.
Song Qinian had never been to Shen Chiye's study before. She knocked a few times, and when there was no response, she pushed the door open and cautiously stepped inside.
No matter how lightly Song Qinian walked, the bells on her ankle still made a considerable noise when they collided.
Shen Chiye was standing at his desk, practicing calligraphy. When he heard the jingle of bells, his eyes did not leave the tabletop. His handsome eyebrows, however, rose slightly, and the strokes of his brush became a little disordered.
After the last stroke was completed, Shen Chiye put down his brush and cast his dark eyes toward Song Qinian's ankle.
"You are quite sensible."
Song Qinian was afraid that Shen Chiye would trouble her about taking off the bells, so she quickly put them back on after her shower.
Shen Chiye was unpredictable. If he were to punish her, she wouldn't be able to go to work tomorrow.
Seeing Song Qinian standing not too far away, Shen Chiye beckoned to her. "Come here."
Song Qinian walked over and saw the calligraphy Shen Chiye had written.
"Snow presses the pine and osmanthus bushes before the courtyard, and at the corridor, hanging lanterns dot the night."
Shen Chiye must have practiced calligraphy frequently, as his strokes were powerful and deeply imprinted on the paper.
Song Qinian's phone suddenly rang. Just as she was about to look down, Shen Chiye's voice rang out, "Hand it over."
Song Qinian was startled. What did Shen Chiye want her phone for?
Was he checking up on her?
Song Qinian handed her phone to Shen Chiye. After taking it, Shen Chiye did not open it but placed it on the desk.
Then, he pulled Song Qinian over and pressed her onto the desk.
Calligraphy with ink that had not yet dried was still on the desk. The scent of ink was intoxicating. Shen Chiye held Song Qinian's chin and leaned over her.
Song Qinian held her breath nervously, not daring to make a sound.
"I heard you've started a small side hustle at the company recently, drawing portraits for money?"
Song Qinian's heart sank.
How did Shen Chiye know about that?
Would he use this as an excuse to fire her?
No!
She couldn't afford to lose this job over something so trivial!
Just as Song Qinian was about to gesture, Shen Chiye raised her hands above her head.
"I heard you've been getting many new WeChat contacts lately. How about this: for every person who adds you on WeChat, we will do it once. If ten people add you, we will do it ten times."
Shen Chiye said it casually, but Song Qinian listened with a pounding heart.
Even before anything happened, she felt a pain in her waist.
"Someone just added you, so... let's begin."
Song Qinian had no room to resist. She could only hope that no one else would add her tonight.
However, before they had even finished the first time, her phone rang...
"Twice..."
"Thrice..."
"Five times..."
"Seven times..."
Each time Shen Chiye counted, Song Qinian's heart trembled.
Enjoying Song Qinian's flustered and helpless state, Shen Chiye was in a very good mood.
Morning.
When Song Qinian was woken by her phone alarm, she felt as if she had been run over by a truck, her whole body sore and weak.
She reached out to turn off the alarm and struggled to get up. A strong arm wrapped around her slender waist.
Song Qinian's body stiffened, and memories of the chaotic and wild night before flashed through her mind.
They had gone from the study to the bathroom, and then somehow ended up in Shen Chiye's room...
And she had actually woken up in Shen Chiye's bed.
Shen Chiye had made the first move yesterday. Would he blame her for climbing into his bed again?
Turning her head and seeing that Shen Chiye was still asleep, she tried to sneak away. But the man, who was still in deep sleep, suddenly rolled over and pinned her to the bed.
Song Qinian looked at Shen Chiye incredulously, her small hands gesturing anxiously, "I'm going to be late for work..."
"After you fell asleep last night, your phone rang one more time."
Song Qinian: "..."
"Everything must be done thoroughly, understand?"
She understood, but if she was late, she would lose her full attendance bonus!
"Can we save it for next time...?"
Shen Chiye curved his lips slightly. "No, today's work must be finished today."
Song Qinian: "..."
After being tossed around by Shen Chiye again early in the morning, Song Qinian was physically and mentally exhausted. With only half an hour left, she couldn't care about anything else. She quickly got up, splashed some water on her face, and rushed to the company.
When Shen Chiye went downstairs and didn't see Song Qinian, he asked, "Where is she?"
"Young Madam has already left."
Zhang Qiaoqiao was sharp-witted. She immediately took the packed breakfast and said to Shen Chiye, "Young Master, Young Madam left in a hurry and didn't have breakfast. She's also weak. Could you please take this breakfast to Young Madam for me?"
"Do I look like someone who delivers breakfast?"
Zhang Qiaoqiao: "I'm sorry, I overstepped."
Song Qinian rushed to the company in a panic and was still late.
Standing in front of the time clock, she was like a wilted eggplant, with no energy at all. She felt as if she had lost hundreds of millions.
"Niannian, it's okay. The full attendance bonus is only five thousand yuan. You've been earning quite a lot from drawing portraits lately, right? Just consider that as your bonus."
Miao Zi'ai's attempt at comfort was worse than no comfort. As Song Qinian turned to return to her workstation, her vision suddenly darkened...
After being worn out all night and not having breakfast, the combination of anemia, low blood sugar, and hunger was too much for her slender body.
"Niannian... what's wrong?"
Miao Zi'ai held Song Qinian up. Shen Yushu also rushed over upon hearing the commotion.
Seeing Song Qinian's pale and bloodless face, Shen Yushu worriedly said, "It's probably low blood sugar. Xiao Ai, go and prepare some glucose water."
"Okay, okay..."
As Miao Zi'ai ran off to get the glucose water, Shen Yushu helped Song Qinian to a chair. After they gave her a little water, Shen Yushu took out a bread from her bag.
"Here, eat this bread."
Song Qinian was so dizzy from hunger that she didn't care about anything else. She picked up the bread and started eating.
When Shen Chiye arrived at the company, he saw Song Qinian sitting with Shen Yushu. She was eating bread, and Shen Yushu was occasionally handing her a bottle of milk, urging her to drink.
Song Qinian would occasionally smile at him, and the atmosphere was incredibly warm and harmonious.
"Bang..."
The breakfast box in Shen Chiye's hand was mercilessly and coldly thrown into the nearby trash can.