The Big Shot is Also Crazy About Me Today-Chapter 932: Don’t Be Afraid, Nuannuan, I’m Here!

Shi Nuan’s constitution, during her childhood, wasn’t as poor as it is now. She was the eldest young lady of the Shi Family and the granddaughter of the once high-profile president of the Xu Group in T City.

From the moment she was born, it was destined that she would be a figure showered with endless love and affection.

Shi Nuan’s mother was a meticulous and elegant woman, wholeheartedly taking care of her daughter, naturally ensuring her daughter suffered no grievances.

Coupled with the love from Old Master Xu, Shi Nuan’s physical condition was always considered pretty good.

At least from Shi Nuan’s memory, before her grandfather passed away, she seldom caught colds or fevers.

Later, her grandfather passed away, followed by her mother’s death, and Shi Nuan’s life underwent significant changes.

Aside from her living circumstances, it was mostly her spirit, as if some essence from her body was drawn away, leaving Shi Nuan feeling empty.

Moreover, this emptiness was something that couldn’t be filled by anything.

Over the years, she had tried hard to fill it, to become a bit stronger, even stronger.

But it was futile; for example, on this night, she couldn’t resist recalling those past memories that stirred the deepest sorrow in her heart.

Her mind was filled with the chaotic footsteps of that evening, the cries, the noise, and the faint sounds of rain... all isolated.

Song Yansheng sensed Shi Nuan’s abnormal state, reached out to embrace her, and asked what was wrong. Shi Nuan, pale-faced, looked at him but couldn’t speak.

What was wrong with her—she herself didn’t know, so how could she tell him?

Song Yansheng watched her shivering body, wanting to turn on the light and call someone, but unexpectedly, Shi Nuan grabbed him.

Tears welled in Shi Nuan’s eyes, her dark pupils shining brightly despite the dimness.

She shook her head at him, pleading, "Don’t... don’t call Second Uncle..."

Song Yansheng frowned, reaching out to hold her, feeling her body shivering violently, he didn’t know what to do so he could only hug her tightly.

He told her, "Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, Nuannuan, I’m here!"

In this world, many people are not healthy.

Some suffer from physical illnesses, while others from psychological ones.

Song Yansheng knew that both he and Shi Nuan were people with mental illnesses, but he’d always believed that as long as he was there, none of it mattered.

He would protect Shi Nuan, sparing her from fear, suffering, wandering, giving her a stable home to reside in.

Yet it was only now that he realized it wasn’t enough, still not enough.

Their relationship had warmed, developing in a positive direction.

If it weren’t for those past events, they could live peacefully as many common couples do.

But in this world, there are no hypotheticals; what they have experienced, encountered, endured, and carried all exist in reality.

And at this moment, Song Yansheng finally had to admit that if he wanted to give Shi Nuan a stable home where she could let down all her guards, he must swiftly resolve those things hindering their progress.

No matter whose problems—his or Shi Nuan’s—they are the same.

...

On this night, due to the turmoil caused by this matter, both fell asleep only after the rain stopped near dawn.

By around eight in the morning, Aunt Hui had already prepared breakfast in the dining room, yet the two upstairs still hadn’t come down.

Early in the morning, she didn’t feel right about knocking and calling them, so she patiently waited downstairs.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a little maid suddenly ran in from outside, flustered and frantic.

Aunt Hui frowned, reprimanding, "Why are you so muddleheaded? What’s the matter?"