In November, the smog in Capital wasn't too bad yet. The warm morning sunlight streamed through the windows into the bright room, creating a pleasant and lazy atmosphere.
But even in such a beautiful scene, Shen Sixian was a little angry, genuinely angry, but he couldn't vent his anger.
"It seems the young master stayed up late again; we really couldn't wake him up for breakfast." The maid's words still seemed to echo in his ears. Shen Sixian stood by the bed, helplessly touching his brow with his finger.
Yesterday at dinner, I was picky about what I ate and couldn't eat anything. No matter how much I tried to persuade me, I just kept saying I was sleepy. But when I got back to my room, I was so engrossed in watching a movie that I didn't even care about sleeping.
Shen Sixian never imagined that one day he would use words like "disobedient" and "difficult" to describe Shen Shuangjian.
Even though Shen Shuangjian too quiet and reserved, Shen Sixian still hoped that he could have a rich lifestyle like other people his age.
But now that it's actually happening, Shen Sixian feels utterly helpless.
" Shen Zhizhi, is the movie really that good?"
Perhaps Shen Sixian's words disturbed his sleep. In the soft, fluffy quilt, Shen Shuangjian was curled up, finally moved slightly, but only for a moment.
Soon, overwhelmed by headache and fatigue, Shen Shuangjian fell asleep again with a frown.
Perhaps it was because the environment made him feel at ease, but Shen Shuangjian the hand that he often hid under the covers was now hanging limply by the bedside, its thin, pale end like jade.
Because Shen Shuangjian had suffered from malnutrition and anemia, Shen Sixian had been trying to cultivate his habit of eating three regular meals a day for several months.
Don't skip a meal just because you're tired, sleepy, or simply too lazy to move.
After all, his already weak constitution couldn't withstand the addition of stomach problems or a lack of nutrients to maintain his health.
"You're making me really angry." Shen Sixian leaned against the bedside, grabbed one of his wrists, and tucked his arm back under the covers.
"Can't you eat breakfast first, relax a bit, and then take a nap?"
Shen Sixian still didn't want to give up. He tried to persuade Shen Shuangjian and negotiate with her to maintain his bottom line of requiring Shen Shuangjian regular meals.
But reality is always cruel.
Shen Shuangjian struggled to open his eyes; his confused consciousness made his perception of the outside world very dull.
He tried to prop himself up, but found that jet lag and fatigue dragged him down, leaving him feeling weak and listless even in his bones.
"Hmm..."
With no reason to force herself to get up, Shen Shuangjian covered her eyes and then lay back down.
The movement was very small, and the process from trying to support himself to giving up and falling back was very quick. So quick that Shen Sixian had just reached out to pull him up when he had already sunk back into the soft bed.
"My head... Shen Shuangjian said softly.
Her long hair, which had been in bed all night, was a little messy and fluffy. Shen Shuangjian at Shen Sixian with her face turned to the side, her eyes half-closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. She didn't even need to make any aggrieved expressions; she already looked incredibly pitiful.
Shen Sixian: "..."
If she doesn't get enough sleep, Shen Shuangjian's head will ache.
Whether to force him to get up and eat despite his headache, or to wait until he wakes up and then have a freshly prepared breakfast, Shen Sixian had already made his choice.
As Shen Sixian left his home and was on his way to the company, his face remained somber.
This situation didn't improve even after they arrived at the company. The assistant spent the entire morning in Shen Sixian's oppressive silence.
Before lunch, he came to deliver the company's quarterly report to Shen Sixian. When he knocked and entered, Shen Sixian was frowning, looking anxious and sullen as he stared at the computer.
"Boss."
The assistant tightened his grip on the report, his previously calm mood instantly turning into one of serious readiness.
After all, he had been by Shen Sixian's side for so long, and apart from a few major projects that ran into problems, he had rarely seen Shen Sixian show such an expression at work.
At the desk, Shen Sixian tapped on the surface, gesturing for him to put the things down, without saying a word.
The assistant immediately understood and leaned closer, his eyes unable to contain their curiosity as he glanced at the screen on the computer.
On the clear screen, the terms from the browser's search history are prominently displayed.
My younger brother has suddenly become addicted to the internet. How can I control it?
My younger brother is disobedient; how should I communicate with him?
How harmful is playing computer games to the eyes?
At what age does adolescent rebellion typically begin?
How should I communicate with my rebellious younger brother?
How harmful is a delayed rebellious phase?
Having seen something she shouldn't have, the assistant's initial heavy mood, triggered by Shen Sixian's expression, instantly returned to numb indifference.
He nodded and said in a businesslike tone, "Boss, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."
Upon hearing Shen Sixian nodded somewhat perfunctorily. Seeing this, the assistant turned around to leave, but was unexpectedly stopped by Shen Sixian.
"Wait a minute."
The assistant turned around and stood still, somewhat puzzled.
Then, he saw Shen Sixian, who had seemed somewhat anxious all morning, finally turn to look at him and ask, "Do you have a younger brother?"
assistant. "..."
Is it too late for him to switch jobs now?
Shen Shuangjian ended up eating breakfast together with lunch.
He slept a lot during the day yesterday, and after dinner he went straight upstairs to wash up and go to bed. This resulted in him sleeping for a few hours, but waking up again around 10 p. m.
The tablet was on the bedside table, and the popular TV series was about to end. Shen Shuangjian watched many episodes in a row, and by the time she felt sleepy again, it was already past 3 a. m.
The sudden jet lag caused Shen Shuangjian to sleep until noon before her throbbing headache subsided, and she went downstairs for her first meal of the day.
Today, Shen Shuangjian had a long-awaited appointment to attend.
When we can't meet in person, talking through a screen can still be a way to express our longing, albeit in a superficial way.
At 8:50, Xie Jinghui, who knew Shen Shuangjian's early rising time, sent the first message.
[Good morning.]
9:20.
Are you having breakfast?
10:04 AM.
I'm sorry I can't come to your house to pick you up in person.
10:23.
[ Zhizhi, if you don't want to talk, you can just tell me. I'll understand everything and give you space.]
10:54 AM.
[ Shen Shuangjian, I miss you so much.]
Shen Shuangjian, Shen Shuangjian didn't wake up until noon, didn't see any of these messages. It wasn't until 11:30 a. m., after washing up and going downstairs for lunch, that she replied to the first message.
Because she needed to eat, and her mind was still a bit sluggish after just waking up, Shen Shuangjian it difficult to think anything deeply even while looking at the words.
Therefore, Shen Shuangjian's reply contained only one word.
[Um.]
Even though it was just that one word, Shen Shuangjian, who hadn't been paying much attention to the screen, didn't realize that she hadn't actually clicked send at all.
After that, Shen Shuangjian put down her phone and slowly began to eat her meal.
Xie Jinghui, left on the other side of the screen, stared at the message "The other party is typing..." above the message bar and fell into a long silence.