Dear Mr. Shi

Chapter 190 - 190 190. Hint a different kind of confession

?Chapter 190: 190. Hint, a different kind of confession Chapter 190: 190. Hint, a different kind of confession In order to celebrate Shi Yuhuan’s birthday, Song Qinghuan took time off from work and finished an hour earlier than usual.

She bought a cake and even cooked a meal with Aunt He.

However, Shi Yuhuan did not come home for dinner. Although she felt a bit disappointed, she kept waiting, considering that he was alone, running a vast business empire and must be very busy, and she did not schedule a meeting with him in advance.

Song Qinghuan patiently waited, warming the dishes every half an hour.

Unsure of how many times she had done so, she finally heard the sound of a car outside. She quickly stood up.

Just as she expected, Shi Yuhuan walked in through the door in a short while.

With the cake in hand, Song Qinghuan immediately greeted him with a bright smile, “Shi Yuhuan, happy birthday!”

Shi Yuhuan’s expression did not change. He just stared at Song Qinghuan as his hand, hanging by his side, clenched tightly.

Since he always had a poker face, Song Qinghuan did not notice that something was off about him.

Still jovially, she turned around to place the cake back on the dining table in the living room, and chuckled, “Your grandfather came to see me at the banquet the other day. He told me that today’s your birthday.”

Turning back and seeing Shi Yuhuan still standing at the doorway, she returned to take his arm and dragged him to sit by the cake, and solemnly said, “Shi Yuhuan, I think we need to have a good talk.”

As soon as Shi Yuhuan sat down, all the deliberately buried memories seemed to surge towards him like a tide, making him feel as though breathing was becoming somewhat difficult.

And yet Song Qinghuan remained oblivious.

This unfathomable man showed no expression whether he was happy or sad. A cold and indifferent person, she was not a worm in his stomach, how could she possibly know?

Moreover, after spending some time together, his attitude towards Song Qinghuan was not as cold as before. Sometimes, Song Qinghuan felt that Shi Yuhuan was quite a nice person, just seemingly cold on the outside.

Therefore, being with him, she no longer felt as cautious as before.

Looking at him, she chuckled again, “I feel that we’re different from what we agreed upon initially.”

Shi Yuhuan remained silent, he was always a man of few words.

Suddenly, Song Qinghuan felt a bit nervous. She chuckled awkwardly, swallowed her saliva and said, “Today I read something very interesting. One day, the Chinese character ‘?’ (I or me) lost a stroke and became ‘?’ (to look for). The character ‘?’ asked many people what the missing stroke represents? A businessman said it was money; a politician said it was power; a celebrity said it was fame; a soldier said it was honor; a worker said it was wage; a student said it was grade. Finally, life told character ‘?’ that it was health and happiness. Without them, everything else is fleeting…Shi Yuhuan, have you lost something? Have you found it? Would you like me to help you find it?”

Having said that, Song Qinghuan became somewhat nervous. Could Shi Yuhuan understand the real meaning hidden in her words?

Shi Yuhuan just stared at her, not saying a word.

Song Qinghuan couldn’t help but nervously pick at her pants and swallow her saliva again, “I…I also read something…that was very good, I think this is how I will strive to be going forward…it goes like this…Women, don’t be fragile lilies; or attention-seeking roses. Instead, be eagles that fly alongside men; or lone wolves that stride with men. If men advance, accompany them through life and death; if they retreat, accompany them in their golden years; if they lose, accompany them in their resurgence; if they win, stand by them in their reign.”

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