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After dinner, Aunt Rong and Uncle Zhao wanted to keep them for a chat, but it was already getting dark, and light snowflakes began to fall from the sky. Therefore, they felt it was best not to keep them any longer and escorted the two to the door.
After bidding farewell, Aunt Rong watched them drive away smoothly until they disappeared at the end of the road.
She sighed deeply and remarked, "I have been waiting day and night, and finally, Qin Xian has found someone by his side. She seems quite sensible and understanding; I believe Xinyi Shen can finally rest in peace."
Uncle Zhao patted her shoulder and comforted her, "Xinyi Shen must be able to see this from above. We need not worry any longer. Come on, it's windy outside; be careful not to catch a cold."
"Mm." Aunt Rong nodded but turned back for one last look into the distance, her eyes dimming slightly.
The elderly couple, both over fifty, supported each other as they slowly walked back inside, leaving behind a few large footprints in the snow. As the wind picked up, the snow fell more heavily, quickly covering all traces.
Qin Xian drove slowly through the not-so-busy city streets. The small woman beside him had already fallen asleep, wrapped in his suit jacket for warmth. Her head leaned against the back of the seat, swaying slightly with the movement of the car.
Worried that she might be uncomfortable while sleeping, Qin Xian stopped the car to adjust her seat's recline so she could lie down comfortably.
Sure enough, he soon heard her familiar breathing sound as she slept peacefully. He smiled quietly and leaned down to kiss her delicate red lips gently and slowly, careful not to wake her.
After kissing her, he straightened up with a satisfied smile and continued driving.
Before long, the car traveled steadily from west to north through the falling snowflakes and finally arrived safely at Qin Residence.
As soon as the car stopped, a servant hurried over to open the door. The sound of crunching snow stirred Shu Ran from her drowsiness.
She heard the servant say, "Qin Shao, you’re back," followed by Qin Xian's soft response, "Mm."
For a moment, she remembered that she had fallen asleep in the car. Turning over, she sat up and saw Qin Xian opening the car door, seemingly intending to carry her out.
Now that she was awake, Qin Xian carefully held the door, extending a hand to help her up.
"Have we arrived?" Shu Ran asked, still a bit dazed from just waking up. She took his hand and lightly stepped out of the car.
"Yes." The weather was slightly cold, and snow continued to fall. Qin Xian was worried she might catch a chill, so he wrapped her scarf tighter around her. After closing the car door, he handed the keys to a nearby servant and quickened his pace, not wanting her to linger in the snow.
Inside the house, Aunt Chen had already prepared ginger soup and was waiting for them. As soon as they entered, she urged them both to drink it. Qin Xian usually disliked it, but seeing Shu Ran obediently drinking it with a silly smile in response to Aunt Chen's kindness, he could only frown slightly and finish his own bowl.
Aunt Chen was naturally delighted by this situation. She noticed that ever since Shu Ran moved into the Qin Residence, the young master had become much more agreeable and willing to do many things.
For instance, he used to hardly eat at all, almost avoiding meals like a petulant child. However, with Shu Ran sitting beside him and coaxing him softly, he became willing to eat anything. Even fish, which he usually disliked the most, he would now eat a few bites when she was around.
Aunt Chen was certainly pleased to see such changes.
She thought to herself that she no longer had to witness the young master suffering from stomach issues; this was all thanks to the Young Mistress.
With that thought, her fondness for the Young Mistress grew even more.
Unable to stop her hands from moving, she considered going to the market tomorrow to buy two fresh chickens and make some chicken soup for both of them to nourish their bodies.
Lost in thought as they both went upstairs, Aunt Chen felt good and hummed a tune while washing the dishes before happily returning to her room to rest.
As soon as the two of them went upstairs, Qin Xian's phone rang, seemingly with some work-related matters to discuss. Shu Ran didn't dare to interrupt and returned to her room first.
Having just woken up from a nap, she felt a bit dazed but not sleepy, so she didn't think about going to bed. Instead, she searched through the wardrobe for a set of pajamas and decided to take a shower.
Before entering the bathroom, she glanced at her phone and realized it was already past nine in the evening. Time really flies in winter.
With that thought, she shook her head helplessly and took her pajamas into the bathroom.
When Qin Xian finished his call and entered the room, he couldn't find her anywhere; all he could hear was the sound of running water from the bathroom.
She took a long shower, or perhaps women generally take longer showers; it often takes more than half an hour. Without any work to attend to and without her there to tease, Qin Xian naturally felt a bit bored.
He casually sat on the edge of the bed, his hands resting idly when he accidentally bumped into something. Qin Xian picked it up and realized it was her phone.
He knew her phone password; it was her birthday, which he later forced her to change to his birthday.
Qin Xian entered four digits, and sure enough, despite her initial reluctance, she hadn't changed it after all.
Thinking about this made him feel better.
Unlocking the screen, he found her phone still had just a few empty social media apps along with three music players.
Qin Xian randomly opened one and discovered that she had recently downloaded a new song and had listened to it over twenty times.
Wang Jiazhi's Theme
Qin Xian had a very good memory; he would retain an impression of things he had seen in his mind. If he concentrated, he could recall them in no time.
He remembered that Wang Jiazhi seemed to be the name of the female lead in a movie.
That movie... Qin Xian frowned...
That movie was called Lust, Caution.
Shu Ran watched Lust, Caution?
Qin Xian slowly pressed the play button, and the sound of cello music began to flow softly, followed by piano notes. The melody was heavy and oppressive, unlike the cheerful and light pieces she usually listened to.
Especially as it progressed, the low and gloomy atmosphere became more pronounced, making it easy for one to feel down.
Qin Xian's expression turned slightly cold. He knew she loved watching movies, and he wouldn't stop her. But he didn't like how deeply she immersed herself in them, simply because he knew she had once suffered from mental health issues.
She had listened to this song more than twenty times in a day; it was likely on repeat. What was she thinking during that time?
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