Chapter 18: Could It Be...
“...” Lin Nanxun felt a little wronged, but could only obediently close her mouth and shut her eyes as well.
She carefully nestled against his side, his scent filling her nose, bringing a sense of security that quickly lulled her into a peaceful sleep.
Shen Hanzhi turned his head and saw the girl’s quiet, gentle sleeping face.
She was closer to him than yesterday, her small nose breathing warm air onto his neck.
It did not disturb him; instead, he felt a certain warmth, his entire body gradually relaxing.
Even the headache he’d had today seemed to ease, as if soothed.
He slowly furrowed his brows, suddenly recalling the restful sleep he’d had last night.
Could it be...
Just as Shen Hanzhi lowered his gaze to watch her sleep, the phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated.
He quickly stretched out his long arm, picked up the phone, slid to answer, and held it to his ear.
Afterwards, he glanced at Lin Nanxun sleeping beside him. She was still in a deep, undisturbed slumber.
“I’ve taken what you wanted from the Shen family. Come pick it up tomorrow morning.” A man’s voice sounded through the phone.
Shen Hanzhi held the phone, his handsome face showing little emotion, only his lips moving as he replied.
“All right.”
With that, he hung up, placed the phone back on the bedside table, his eyes deepening with complexity.
...
Morning.
The intermittent rain that had lasted two days finally stopped.
A beam of sunlight slipped through the gap in the floor-to-ceiling curtain, spilling into the quiet, spacious room.
Sensitive to sunlight, Shen Hanzhi woke up, opened his eyes, and instinctively reached for his phone to check the time.
Eight o’clock in the morning.
Another restful night—just like yesterday.
He frowned, set the phone down, and instinctively turned to look beside him.
The girl lay on her side, nestled close, sleeping soundly, her long lashes resting on her eyelids, her pink lips slightly pouting.
His gaze lingered.
After a moment, he finally got up.
...
When Lin Nanxun woke, she was still clutching the bathrobe that carried Shen Hanzhi’s scent, just as she had the day before.
Shen Hanzhi had already risen. She rolled contentedly in the warm bed, then climbed out and headed to her own room.
Just as she reached the doorway, she heard Aunt Xu’s anxious voice inside.
“Where has she gone again? Quickly, have someone look for her.”
“Aunt Xu, Miss Lin is back.” Another servant spotted Lin Nanxun standing at the door in her plush nightdress and hurried to inform Aunt Xu.
“Oh dear, where did you run off to so early!” Aunt Xu turned and, seeing her, quickly pulled her over.
Without waiting for Lin Nanxun to explain, she pushed her toward the bathroom and said,
“Hurry up and wash up. Your clothes are inside, change and come out when you’re ready.”
Lin Nanxun obediently nodded and entered the bathroom.
...
Downstairs, it was the weekend, so Shen Hanzhi hadn’t gone to the company. He sat in the dining room having breakfast.
As he drank coffee, he reviewed the medical report handed to him by Lin Zhenghe, which detailed Lin Nanxun’s condition.
She had been treated repeatedly for years, but her situation had never improved.
After a long while, he closed the report and pursed his lips, instructing Zhou Bei beside him,
“Have Lu Yuanchong come over.”