What else are you still expecting?

  It's almost midnight.

  The Nian couple had gone out, so they gave some of the servants a holiday. Outside, spring thunder rumbled and a dense rain curtain poured down, making the Nian family's large mansion even more cold and quiet.

  It's already spring, but it's still cold at night.

  Outside, in the rain, Yan Mu Yao raised his head to glance at the direction of the second floor. His eyes were cold and complex, and a row of dark rooms also had no lights on.

  Is she asleep or has she left?

  It wasn't until a while later that he entered the house with a chill, his hair and coat covered in cold water droplets. He stood at the entrance for a moment without turning on the lights, his footsteps still steady in the darkness.

  His room is on the third floor.

  Even with slight movements, the voice-controlled lights in the corridor still light up on cue.

  Under the warm yellow light, Yan Mu Yao's footsteps came to a halt. Not far away, at the door of his room, a figure wrapped in a pale blue sweater was quietly curled up, stirring up ripples in his eyes.

  She is waiting for him.

  The two merchants clasped their hands around their knees, with their entire face buried between them, as if they had fallen asleep, and slept very soundly, not seeing any movement from her for a long time.

  In an instant, Yan Mu Yao's face turned somewhat unsightly.

  Even if the villa is kept at a constant warm and comfortable temperature everywhere, she has just been discharged from the hospital and her body has not fully recovered, so it's hard to guarantee that she won't catch another cold or fever after falling asleep.

  His gaze fell on a small cluster in the distance, and his eyebrows furrowed even deeper.

  It seems that she is just a spoiled child who has been ruined by her family, and the words "I like" are just a three-minute enthusiasm, it's more appropriate to understand it as an infatuation.

  He was somewhat overly concerned about it.

  Even tonight, he still pushed her out with a sullen face.

  It's better to just let her be and wait for her to hit a dead end. When she can't get what she wants, she'll naturally shift her target elsewhere.

  After a while, he calmed down and continued walking with big strides.

  The merchant waited for him for a long time, got tired and fell asleep unknowingly. The dream was intermittent and uncomfortable. He was woken up by the sudden sound of opening door beside his ear.

  I thought it was just an illusion in my dream.

  She raised her head and met the tall back of a figure wearing a dark coat, her heart skipped a beat, and she instantly came to.

  A few steps away, Mu Yao completely ignored her.

  The door opened and he didn't stop his footsteps, about to enter directly.

  Shang Shang had just fallen asleep, but his body was stiff and he wanted to get up. However, his limbs felt numb and uncomfortable, making it difficult for him to move. A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

  "Little uncle, wait!"

  She endured the discomfort and hastily got up, her legs numb and stiff with each step, stumbling but still grasping his clothes to barely steady herself, without falling.

  "What's wrong?"

  His voice seemed to carry a chill that seeped in from the rainy night, and he subconsciously shrank his shoulders, loosening his grip on the small piece of damp clothing corner.

  It was a while before he finally spoke up, "How's the wound on your hand?"

  He remained silent and didn't respond, the atmosphere in the corridor was oppressive.

  "I'm sorry, I hurt your wrist..." Her voice was filled with intense unease.

  He cut her off abruptly, "It has nothing to do with you."

  His tone was a kind of disdain for the impatience in her hands, and he subconsciously asked him, "Then did your injury worsen later have nothing to do with me?"

  It was indeed because of holding her that the injury worsened, and Shang Shang is very certain about this.

  He thought he would still refute, but unexpectedly Yan Mu Yao suddenly turned around, his eyes narrowed and brought up a circle of majestic aura that made people tremble with fear.

  After a moment of silence, a cold voice asked, "Fu Shangshang, what are you still expecting?"