Shen Sixian couldn't do anything about him, he could only silently Shen Shuangjian.
In the dead of night, the clock at Shen Residence had already struck eleven, yet the Shen Residence remained brightly lit and bustling with people.
Every time Shen Shuangjian her luggage, there's always a commotion at the Shen Residence.
The servants were constantly going up and down the stairs to fetch things, which inevitably disturbed him. Shen Sixian worried that he wouldn't get enough rest, so he let Shen Shuangjian sleep in his bedroom.
"Sir, could you please take another look at the form and see if there's anything else you need to add?" The assistant held up a tablet and handed it to Shen Sixian, who was personally organizing the medicine kits.
The man, dressed casually, looked very focused and meticulous. His long, slender fingers tirelessly lifted the medicine bottles again and again, then carefully sorted and put them away.
He had been following Shen Sixian for a long time, and every time he saw this situation, he always felt it was unreal and full of questions.
"Sir," he couldn't help but speak up, "Actually, if you talked to him properly, the young master would listen. Why bother..."
Why make such a fuss and worry?
Shen Sixian understood the second half of his sentence, but didn't care much. He finally pulled up the medicine bottle he had checked more than a dozen times and reached out to take the tablet.
You don't understand.
Shen Sixian's gaze fell on the bright, dazzling screen of the tablet, and he slowly flipped through it.
"He'll rarely have the chance to fit into large groups of people again. I know even if he doesn't say it, he actually enjoys watching those people laughing and joking around."
Shen Sixian ticked off each of the neatly organized items with her fingertips, her expression softening.
Can you imagine that there are actually people in this world who would shed tears over a few letters?
Isn't it cute?
Shen Sixian kept scrolling down the tablet, but as he spoke, his hand stopped.
"Although those people may not be good people, nor may they have pure intentions, if a few months can leave him without regrets, how can I stop them?"
"Whether he wants excitement and chaos or quiet and seclusion, it's fine. If he wants to be the center of attention, I'll be there to support him. If he wants to be undisturbed, I'll be there to protect him."
"What can anyone do about him? He's Shen Shuangjian."
The assistant had never seen Shen Sixian like this before. He had never imagined that the things Shen Sixian talked about most were not stock analysis or contract loopholes.
Instead, he described just how adorable and gentle his younger brother was.
After reviewing the remaining forms and confirming that nothing had been missed, Shen Sixian began to confirm the details regarding the Russia side with him.
"Let the production team set the meeting point at our temporary airport. Also, the medical team should accompany us throughout the trip, and we need to make arrangements with the hospital there as well."
"Also, where has the production team arranged for the accommodations?"
Upon hearing this, the assistant immediately replied, "It's an overseas estate purchased by the Xie Family in Russia, registered under Xie Jinghui's name."
The mere mention of Xie Jinghui's name evoked a physical aversion in Shen Sixian, who had been bothered by him for months. He frowned but remained silent.
"Load these bags onto the truck and take them away in advance. You handle the rest; I'm going upstairs now."
Shen Sixian put down the tablet and turned to walk towards the other guest rooms upstairs.
Shen Shuangjian always sleeps very lightly, and if he were to carry him back to his bedroom at this time, it would disturb his rest.
After all, Shen Shuangjian was worried that Shen Sixian would be tired since he was flying to Russia the next day.
The flight from Capital to Russia wasn't long, but it wasn't short either; it was a seven-hour journey, Shen Shuangjian slept through the entire flight.
Having already experienced flying, Shen Shuangjian his resistance and unease had gradually decreased, and this time he was not so afraid that he turned pale.
The flight crew squatted down next to him, and Shen Shuangjian even closed his eyes and waited for a while before the plane took off smoothly.
Heart rate and blood pressure did not show a significant increase or decrease.
After a long seven hours of sleep, Shen Shuangjian when she landed in Russia, it was already getting dark; it was 5 p. m. in Russia.
His departure time was adjusted based on the departure time, unlike the other passengers on the private jet, whose landing time was an hour and a half earlier than his.
When the cabin door opened, even though Shen Shuangjian roughly knew that the Russia wind was cold and fierce, her long hair was still inevitably blown into disarray, and she couldn't help but shiver.
October in Moscow is about to see its first snowfall, which is clearly not suitable for someone like Shen Shuangjian who is afraid of the cold.
The convoy was quite far away, and the production crew hadn't even had time to arrive yet, but when he finally recovered from the chill and looked up, a figure in a black coat suddenly appeared in front of him.
Xie Jinghui seemed to have lost some weight; his once-fitting coat no longer looked so comfortable. He wore a high-quality scarf, and beneath his deep-set eyes, the tip of his nose was slightly red.
No one knows how long he stood there in the biting cold wind.
Shen Shuangjian was never a person who was good with words. He got off the plane and slowly walked a few steps away from Xie Jinghui.
Actually, all that's needed to welcome Shen Shuangjian is the production crew's car and the recording crew.
The rest of the people just need to wait quietly on the bus, warmly and joyfully Shen Shuangjian to appear, and then enthusiastically go to greet her.
Xie Jinghui silently got out of the car and stood in the cold wind, waiting for one hour and thirteen minutes.
He wasn't torturing himself, nor did he want to play the victim.
He was just a little worried that Shen Shuangjian, intimidated by the oppressive atmosphere, would become weak and powerless, and that after a few hours of anxious curling up, no one would be there to hold his hand and walk slowly with him.
What I fear even more is that the white peony, accustomed to warmth, will suddenly descend upon the cold earth, and no one will be there to shield it from the wind and snow.
The car that came to pick her up soon came into view; it had only been about three minutes since Shen Shuangjian the plane.
It was only three minutes, three minutes that no one paid attention to, but Xie Jinghui had to wait for an hour.
The cold wind here was unpredictable, sometimes strong and sometimes weak. Shen Shuangjian instinctively tucked her hands into her sleeves and couldn't help but bury her head in her scarf.
Just then, a strong and biting wind blew by. Shen Shuangjian closed her eyes, and the strands of hair on her forehead were blown up for a moment, but then suddenly fell back down.
The familiar yet unfamiliar scent of sandalwood, mingled with the aroma of expensive perfume, slowly wafted into Shen Shuangjian's nostrils. Her eyelashes fluttered, and when she slowly raised her eyes, the first thing she saw was Xie Jinghui's broad shoulders and back.
He had somehow appeared before her, before the gust of wind blew, and before Shen Shuangjian could shiver from the cold.
It quietly shielded them from the biting cold wind.