So much happened to Xie Jinghui during his two weeks in Russia.
First came the joy of receiving Shen Shuangjian's favor, then the triumphant feeling of finally getting what he wanted, from the self-satisfaction of secretly plotting to the frustration of having his scheme exposed.
In just fifteen days, Xie Jinghui experienced all the joys and sorrows of love.
The day she returned to China was in early November, and Capital was gradually entering winter. When she got off the plane, even though Shen Shuangjian n't dressed lightly, she still shivered from the wind on the tarmac.
The weather in Moscow is colder than in Capital, but in the past two weeks, Shen Shuangjian hasn't even stepped out of the manor's main hall once.
The actions and filming process were all irrelevant to him. After being in a warm environment for a long time, he gradually lost the ability to distinguish the changing seasons.
Are you cold?
Shen Sixian lowered his head to ask, and when he grasped Shen Shuangjian's hand and felt its coolness, he couldn't help but frown.
The expensive coat was very effective at keeping warm; once you get past the initial discomfort, things would get much better. Shen Shuangjian shook her head slightly, indicating that the other person didn't need to worry about her anymore.
Even though Shen Shuangjian slept the whole way during the several-hour flight, she was still inevitably tired.
So when they were on their way back to the Shen Residence, Shen Shuangjian completely listless, and Shen Sixian felt a little sorry for her.
Even the most expensive luxury car can't have much space. Whenever Shen Shuangjian wanted to lie down, she would inevitably have to rest her head on Shen Sixian's lap.
If we go back six months, the butterfly and the lion, who hadn't yet repaired their relationship, would hardly be able to get along so naturally and intimately.
Even if Shen Sixian were willing, Shen Shuangjian would still feel uncomfortable.
But now, Shen Sixian no longer needs to worry about that fluctuating brotherly relationship.
Shen Shuangjian's head rested peacefully on his lap, while Shen Sixian's hand stroked the top of Shen Shuangjian's head, gently rubbing it from time to time.
"The New Year is almost here." Shen Sixian suddenly brought it up out of the blue. Looking out the car window at the bustling traffic, he couldn't help but sigh. "Time really flies."
Shen Sixian suddenly remembered that since his parents passed away, he had never properly celebrated a New Year.
He was domineering and difficult to get along with. When he was young, he would still go with his parents to pay New Year's respects to his grandfather, who was still alive at the time.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, we would visit my maternal grandmother's house, and relatives from other branches of the family would also visit occasionally, making it a rare occasion for us to get together.
However, as Shen Sixian was destined to inherit the family business, he shed his youthful naiveté. With changes occurring in his family, he naturally became increasingly cold and difficult to get along with.
He still remembers that last Spring Festival, he went to another place for an inspection and was busy for two months. When he returned home, all the excitement had faded away.
As time went on, Shen Sixian even felt that this day of family reunion under the bright lights of every household was no different from any other day.
But now...
Shen Sixian's hand gently pinched Shen Shuangjian's neck. The skin there was very soft and delicate. If Shen Sixian lingered there for too long, the skin would even flinch in dissatisfaction.
And at times like these, Shen Sixian would truly feel that life really is a verb.
It turns out that the warmth and comfort of everyday life are what truly soothe the human heart.
When they returned to the Shen Residence, it was almost dinnertime. Since not all the dishes had been served yet, Shen Shuangjian sat down on the sofa and watched TV for a while.
Shen Sixian, having work to attend to, couldn't watch the video with Shen Shuangjian as usual, and thus failed to notice Xie Jinghui's message to Shen Shuangjian.
Xie: [We're going on a date tomorrow.]
Xie: [I've already bought the movie tickets. They didn't clear the theater, but we'll use a private entrance so we won't be recognized by passersby or fans; it'll be very quiet.]
Shen Shuangjian had never really defined the word "dating" before, but now that it had entered his life and was now urging Shen Shuangjian to respond, he belatedly realized its reality.
Shen Shuangjian gently typed two words on the screen, replying, "Xie Jinghui [Hmm.]"
After Xie Jinghui sent another message, Shen Shuangjian didn't reply. Since dinner was ready, Shen Sixian paused the TV and "forcibly" pulled away what he saw as his "internet addict."
Shen Sixian has been feeling quite helpless lately. Over the past year, he has experienced firsthand the difficulties of raising a child, especially in the last two months, when it has become particularly severe.
He discovered that Shen Shuangjian not only a picky eater, but also seemed to have recently developed a habit of staying up late to watch movies.
The incident began in Moscow when Shen Sixian forgot to put away his tablet. When he woke up the next day, he found that Shen Shuangjian was impossible to wake up no matter how hard he tried.
The person huddled in bed, responding with soft sobs, but couldn't open their eyes. If forced to get up, they would complain of a headache.
At the time, Shen Sixian thought he was sick and hadn't had time to worry when she saw the movie on the bedside table, which had been paused and was waiting to be replayed.
Since her heart attack, Shen Shuangjian has developed a habit of watching TV at home, and now she watches it almost every day.
So, in addition to worrying about his frail health, anemia, hypoglycemia, and heart problems, Shen Sixian now has to worry even more about his eyes.
Exhausted from her travels, Shen Shuangjian's already poor appetite worsened.
Shen Sixian put many foods he didn't particularly like on his plate, but he didn't touch them at all.
Halfway through the meal, Shen Shuangjian was still eating like a cat, only a little bit, and even spaced out halfway through her meal.
As Shen Sixian watched, a hint of helplessness rose within him, clearly indicating his dissatisfaction with Shen Shuangjian's picky eating.
" Zhizhi?"
His voice rang out along with the movements of his hands, and the expensive wristwatch flashed with phosphorescence, dazzling Shen Shuangjian's eyes and bringing Shen Shuangjian back to her senses from her numb chewing.
"Ah..." Shen Shuangjian at him and saw that Shen Sixian had handed him a peeled shrimp on his plate. While slowly wiping his hands, Shen Sixian said to him, "Don't be picky about food. It's bad for your health."
Having eaten so many meals together, Shen Sixian had long since gained a deep understanding of Shen Shuangjian's eating habits.
He was always troubled by Shen Shuangjian's poor appetite and picky eating habits.
It's as if there's no food that Shen Shuangjian likes to eat.
He was indifferent to everything. If he didn't think something tasted bad, he would pick a few things that he thought were easy to chew and had a decent flavor.
But unfortunately, he doesn't like most foods and can always find something about them that he finds unpalatable.
Just like things in water, Shen Shuangjian them troublesome and had a strong taste, so he didn't like to eat them.
She's quite delicate, but she doesn't throw tantrums, which gives Shen Sixian headache, but not to the point of helplessness.