Many people, after growing up and slowly coming into contact with society, will gradually suppress their temper and show a false face to others. They are unwilling to show their true emotions on their faces for fear of hurting the harmony.
Shan Qihuan has always been this kind of person. He rarely shows his emotions, and most of the time he would rather keep a blank expression than show whether he is happy or unhappy.
But Shan Qihuan was furious at the moment. He didn't want to suppress his emotions, so he woke Shen Yuhan up and asked him in a deep voice, "Shen Yuhan, who am I?"
Shen Yuhan might be really sleepy, his eyes were slightly opened, he grabbed Shan Qihuan's hand that was pushing his shoulder, put his own hand in his palm, and rested his forehead on the edge of his palm.
"Husband?" He said vaguely, "You're back?"
After he shouted at him like that, Shan Qihuan's anger subsided little by little.
What does it have to do with him now who Shen Yuhan called out? That's all in the past.
Forget it, he has no right to care. There is also Shan Qiyun hanging around, it has nothing to do with him.
"Yeah." Listening to Shen Yuhan's soft tone, Shan Qihuan couldn't get angry at all.
In fact, Shen Yuhan had just fallen asleep and was still a little sleepy. He asked Shan Qihuan: "Can you sleep with me for a while? I'm still a little sleepy."
Shan Qihuan calculated the time and reluctantly agreed to the request to sleep with him: "Move a little to the side."
Shen Yuhan closed his eyes and moved to the side. He vaguely felt Shan Qihuan getting on the bed. He immediately leaned towards him. He felt more secure sleeping with the scent of his husband.
As soon as I came up, I met the soft and fragrant Shan Qihuan: “…” Okay, let’s sleep.
Shan Qihuan, who seldom took a nap, fell asleep after smelling the faint fragrance on his body. When he woke up, Shen Yuhan had already put on his shoes and socks by himself and was rummaging through the drawers in the house, not knowing what he was going to do.
Shan Qihuan woke up and asked him, "Are you looking for me?"
Shen Yuhan just opened a drawer and said disappointedly: "I want to drink water, but there is no cup. I'm looking for a cup."
Shan Qihuan rubbed his lips until they were dry and chapped: "There is no cup in the room. Let me find it for you."
Shen Yuhan followed him out, but there was also Dan Qihuan's water cup on the table outside, and there was no extra one.
It was windy and dry these days. Shen Yuhan felt a dry throat when he woke up, which was very uncomfortable.
Shan Qihuan certainly didn't find the other cup. He played inside, but no one answered the ball, so maybe they were taking a break.
"There are no cups for now, but I have my cup now."
"Do you mind if I use your cup?" Shen Yuhan said with his voice a little hoarse. He would probably feel more uncomfortable if he didn't drink water.
Shan Qihuan felt uncomfortable after listening to this. He didn't have a very strong mysophobia. The two of them lived together now, and Shen Yuhan washed himself clean every day. He had no physical aversion to him.
"Don't mind. The water in the cup is from this morning. I'll pour it out and fill it with new water for you."
Shen Yuhan pressed his throat and coughed: "Yeah."
Shan Qihuan usually has someone make coffee for him. He doesn't use his cup very often and doesn't spend too much time in the office. It was only recently when Shen Yuhan came over for lunch and rest that he stayed there relatively longer.
Shan Qihuan poured a cup of warm water from the water dispenser and handed it to Shen Yuhan.
After drinking the water, Shan Qihuan played inside again, and this time there was someone there.
Qu Zhu asked him if he had any instructions.
"I remember I had an unused thermos cup. Where did I put it?"
"Boss, last time you said that using that white water cup was too childish, so I put it away. Do you want it now?"
"Bring it in, and bring it to Shen Yuhan for drinking in the training room."
After a while, Qu Zhu brought out a new white thermos cup and boiled it in water from the tea room before bringing it in.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Shen Yuhan holding his boss's water cup and drinking water in small sips. He was so shocked that his pupils probably popped out.
Shen Yuhan is drinking water from the boss's cup!
Although the boss's mysophobia is not very serious, I have always seen him drink from a bottle of water with others. He would rather be thirsty than drink water that others have drunk, and he would never give his cup to others.
Does this mean that Shen Yuhan successfully became a real boss lady in just one week
Qu Zhu couldn't understand the relationship between his boss and his wife. It was so complicated. He should just do his job obediently.
After Shen Yuhan finished drinking the water, his throat felt moistened and he said that it sounded the same as before.
When it was time to go out for class, Shen Yuhan put the cup back on Shan Qihuan's desk.
"Honey, I'm going to class. Will you pick me up in the evening?"
"I'm not going out this afternoon, so I can pick it up."
"Then I'm leaving."
Shen Yuhan just put on his small backpack and left without thinking of taking his thermos.
After he left, Shan Qihuan noticed the thermos cup filled with hot water was still on the table: "You careless guy, you didn't even remember to take the thermos cup." He took the thermos cup and chased after him.
The moment the elevator closed, Shan Qihuan squeezed into the elevator.
Shen Yuhan was startled by him: "How did you get in?"
"You didn't take the cup." Shan Qihuan stuffed the cup into his hand.
"Thank you, husband." Shen Yuhan smiled while holding the white thermos cup, proving once again that her husband was not saying one thing and thinking another.
Shan Qihuan was attracted by his smile again. The elevator kept going down and he didn't remember to get off. Then it reached the first floor. He simply sent Shen Yuhan to the car and left.
Now there is no need for employees to spread the word, they all know that the big boss is a complete wife slave. If the boss's wife comes to the company, the boss will send her downstairs when she leaves. He protects her very tightly.
Of course, Shen Yuhan also liked Shan Qihuan to send him to the car, which satisfied his little vanity. He naturally hoped that Shan Qihuan's attention would be on him.
In the afternoon's Chinese painting class, Shen Yuhan met the girl who came back to teach him how to use the mobile phone. The girl was wearing a pair of holey jeans today. Shen Yuhan felt cold just wearing them and wanted to take out his sewing kit to sew for her, but he didn't have a sewing kit at the moment.
"Aren't you cold?" Shen Yuhan pointed at her pants intentionally, "The temperature is very low today."
"It's OK. I can handle the cold. This temperature can't beat me down. You're wearing more clothes than me."
"I'm afraid of the cold." Shen Yuhan has been afraid of the cold since he was a child, and he wraps himself up like a dumpling every winter.
Her physical condition now seems to be the same as before. The lower the temperature, the more afraid of the cold he becomes. She envies her husband's warm hands and wants to be held by him whenever she goes out.
Lin Meng was a nice person. She recommended several commonly used software to Shen Yuhan in the afternoon. Shen Yuhan was not willing to accept other people's advice unilaterally. In return, she taught her how to paint landscapes.
The Chinese painting teacher liked Shen Yuhan very much, and asked him privately whether he had submitted his calligraphy and painting manuscripts for the competition. Shen Yuhan said that he had, and the teacher said it was very good, and the front desk would summarize the results and give them to the dean and other more authoritative teachers for evaluation.
Shen Yuhan admired the paintings hanging outside the corridor and thought that his level should be better than theirs and he should be able to win a prize. He hoped that he could make money, but how much he made was secondary, as long as he could prove that he was useful.
Drinking the warm water that Shan Qihuan filled for him, he felt warm in his heart. If he got a bonus, he could buy a small gift for his husband.
However, he had still kept this matter a secret. What if he didn't get it the first time? Wouldn't it be a false alarm
The afternoon Chinese painting class passed quickly, and Shen Yuhan quickly said goodbye to Lin Meng and got in the car to go home.
Shan Qihuan came to pick up Shen Yuhan after class as instructed.
It was windy outside, and Shen Yuhan wrapped his coat tightly and got into the car. In just a short while, his nose was blown red, and he sneezed as soon as he sat down.
Shan Qihuan habitually put away his phone in front of Shen Yuhan: "Very cold?"
Shen Yuhan rubbed his itchy nose: "Yeah, it's cold outside."
"The temperature will be lower tomorrow, so wear a down jacket." Shan Qihuan advised him.
"Down jacket? Do I have one?" Shen Yuhan's mind was a little confused and he couldn't remember which one was the down jacket.
"Yes, I bought you a white one the day before yesterday." Shan Qihuan remembered every piece of clothing and pants Shen Yuhan took that day.
In fact, Shen Yuhan didn't remember what a down jacket looked like. He wanted to go back and compare them to find out which one was thicker. But when Shan Qihuan pointed it out directly, he remembered that there was such a down jacket.
On the way home, Shan Qihuan didn't say anything while Shen Yuhan was admiring the world outside the car window. He was shivering in his heart when he saw girls with bare legs in the middle of winter.
Shan Qihuan shuddered and asked the driver to turn up the air conditioner.
After arriving home, Shen Yuhan took off his coat because it was warmer at home than outside.
He was in a very good mood today, and even Shan Qihuan could feel his joy.
After dinner, Shen Yuhan was watching his TV series. His aunt cut a plate of fruit for them. Shan Qihuan sat next to him and asked, "Are you happy today?"
Shen Yuhan touched his face: "Really?" He showed it very obviously
Shan Qihuan asked him back: "No?"
Since her husband had discovered it, Shen Yuhan simply admitted: "Yes, I have, but I can't tell you now."
"Is there anything I can't say?"
"secret."
Shan Qihuan had no intention of exploring other people's secrets. He thought of Mo Zhu, whom Shen Yuhan had called twice, and got up and went upstairs, feeling annoyed.
He couldn't calm down and think when Shen Yuhan was around.
He returned to his room tonight and did not go to the study or even glance at the room next door.
The room that hadn't been slept in for a week was surprisingly more deserted than the room next door. The faint scent of flowers without a bouquet of flowers made his previous style, which was very dull, seem very much his own.
Recently he has been too influenced by Shen Yuhan. He needs to calm down and not be led astray by others. They should all return to their respective positions. No matter what kind of drama he plays, he will not be interested in it. He will make things clear with him tonight.
Today's drama about poverty alleviation is very attractive. The hero sets an example for the people by carrying sandbags to prevent floods. After two episodes, Shen Yuhan returned to his room. After he blew his hair, he waited for a while, but Shan Qihuan did not return to his room to rest.
She didn't quite understand her husband's thoughts.
It’s not true that he is cold. I even prepared a thermos cup for him today, but he was a little strange tonight and didn’t talk much to me.
Shen Yuhan opened the door and heard some noise after a while. She knew that her husband was coming back to sleep.
When he was looking forward to it very much, Shan Qihuan entered the next room, and then Shen Yuhan heard the sound of him closing the door.
Isn't he sleeping with me tonight
Shen Yuhan sat on the edge of the bed a little dazed. After sitting for a while, he stood up and knocked on the door next door.
Shan Qihuan had just finished taking a shower and was wearing a bathrobe with the belt tied casually around his waist. There were some light red marks of hot water on his sturdy upper body. Shen Yuhan had never seen his husband dressed like this. He usually went to bed in pajamas. His face turned red.
It was too, too explicit, but it caught his eye a few more times.
She had imagined what her future husband would look like before, but she had never imagined his figure. Her husband was not only handsome, but also had a perfect figure.
He half lowered his head and asked Shan Qihuan: "Husband, where are you sleeping tonight?"
Shan Qihuan lowered his head and stood on tiptoe, and saw a faint red on the tip of his ear. He asked him with some evil interest, "Where do you want me to sleep?"
Shen Yuhan half bowed his head and said softly: "Just, just like usual."
Shan Qihuan thought that he couldn't say any more. He took his eyes off Shen Yuhan's earlobe and forced his voice to become cold and hard: "Come in, we need to talk in person."
Shen Yuhan didn't know that her husband was in a relationship with her. Aren't they getting along pretty well recently
After following Shan Qihuan in, Shen Yuhan finally had a clear picture of the whole room. He had rarely been here before, so this should be the bedroom where his husband used to sleep.
The interior style is cold everywhere, and it feels very similar to his office. It is deserted and seems like just a place to sleep.
"Sit down." Shan Qihuan pointed to the single sofa in the room, next to which was a small coffee table.
Shen Yuhan felt very uncomfortable with Shan Qihuan's unfamiliar attitude, but she still sat down as she was told. She looked up at her husband with confusion in her eyes.
His sixth sense told him that what Shan Qihuan was going to talk to him about next was going to be very bad, and a chill ran through his heart.
"Do you want to talk to me?"
Shan Qihuan sat down opposite him and thought about the words he had organized an hour ago: "Shen Yuhan, you know, we got married because my father wanted us to get married, not because we were in love or anything else."
Of course Shen Yuhan didn't know. He looked at Shan Qihuan and said, "Well, what next?"
Shan Qihuan continued, "We don't need to act out our love scenes every day. We didn't have any feelings for each other before we got married, and everyone knows that you pursued Shan Qiyun. Although we are married, the best way to deal with it is to live our own lives and have nothing to do with each other."
The more Shen Yuhan listened, the paler his face became, and the chill in his heart grew stronger and stronger. His whole body was cold, as if he had walked into an ice cellar.
He struggled and asked, "But aren't we, quite good?"
Shan Qihuan's eyes fell on the ashtray on the coffee table. He avoided Shen Yuhan's clear and innocent eyes and said, "You know who you have in your heart. I can also tell you clearly that I didn't like you before, and I won't like you in the future. I am also tired of acting with you these days. I can be responsible for your daily expenses in the future, but we will live our own lives and have nothing to do with each other."
"Unrelated? Are you serious?" Shen Yuhan felt that the discomfort he had in the afternoon came back again.
"I'm serious. Let's stop pretending and you don't have to call me husband. I don't want to hear it."
"I… "
Shen Yuhan opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time. When he looked directly at Shan Qihuan, there was a look of indifference in his eyes.
Indifference is the cruelest harm.
He thought Shan Qihuan wanted to spend his whole life with him, but it turned out not to be the case.
It turned out that Shan Qihuan had always thought he was acting.
Shen Yuhan's throat tightened and he couldn't say anything.
He is not "Shen Yuhan" and does not understand the previous grudges and right and wrong. Everything that happened is a fact.
Shan Qihuan cares about the past, and it is a fact that he would not like someone who has had emotional experience.
It is also a fact that Shen Yuhan married him.
Before she burst into tears, Shen Yuhan lowered her head with red eyes and said, "I'm going back to my room."
The obvious crying tone almost made Shan Qihuan chase out, but he forced himself to sit on the sofa and not move.
It would be good for everyone if we talk about it, wouldn't it
He is a businessman and he knows how to cut losses in time.