191: Chapter 190: Shen Yan in Trouble 191: Chapter 190: Shen Yan in Trouble “What are you going to do with this pile of clothes?” Song Yun changed the subject and looked at the clothes strewn on the ground.
“Uh, just shove them in later.” Li Shishi shrugged nonchalantly.
“To think you’d actually ask such a dumb question.”
“Oh my, don’t tell me that you just stuff clothes into the wardrobe at the courtyard home like this?” Song Yun couldn’t dare to imagine the suffering his own wardrobe was enduring, not only having to work but also having such an owner.
“No…
At home, I basically change one piece at a time, and the dirty clothes are taken away by the maid, washed, folded, and returned.” Li Shishi said.
“You, you.” Song Yun shook his head helplessly and began picking up clothes from the ground to tidy up.
“Think about it, a wardrobe is like a person; it’s full after eating, and you keep stuffing it.
It’s bound to spill out.
You should learn to take care of yourself in the future.”
“I can take care of myself.
It’s just that I don’t have time here because it’s so rushed.” Li Shishi looked at Song Yun with an I’m-just-too-lazy-to-do-it expression, her head held high.
“But you still let the maid handle your clothes at home,” laughed Song Yun.
“I’ll tidy up for you today, but remember to do things for yourself in the future, and don’t always rely on others.
It isn’t good for your growth.”
“Ah, there’s a maid at home, and isn’t there you when I’m out?” Li Shishi jumped up and acted coquettishly.
“I knew you’re the best to me.”
A few minutes later, Song Yun wiped off some sweat, satisfied, and looked at the neatly folded pile of clothes on the table.
“All right, try to learn something when you look at this.”
“Mmm-hmm, I got it, I got it.” Li Shishi watched her things being organized and began to push Song Yun out the door with a dismissive wave and a smile, “It’s getting late.
Goodnight, sweet dreams.
But don’t you dare do anything bad tonight.”
After returning to his room, Song Yun boredly turned on the TV to watch football.
As he tensely watched, his phone rang.
Song Yun looked at the name, huh, wasn’t this Shen Yan’s number?
He answered the call, and Xiao Qin’s voice came through on the other end, “Mr.
Song, where are you?
We’ve got a bit of an emergency here; could you come over?”
A shock went through Song Yun’s heart.
Something indeed had happened on Shen Yan’s side.
Just when he saw Xiao Qin and Xiao Yin’s complexions being off at the swimsuit store, he had anticipated this.
But what could be so big that they needed him, a man they had known for less than a day?
After getting the room number, Song Yun grabbed the bag in the living room and left the house.
“How did Song Yun respond?” Shen Yan coughed up blood and asked from the bed where he lay.
“He said he’d come right away after asking for the room number,” replied Xiao Yin, who was more composed than Xiao Qin, while she directed Xiao Qin to bring a new basin of water as she applied a towel to Shen Yan’s wounds.
“Who have you been fighting with that you’re all beat up?”
“Damn it, woman, why are you asking about men’s business?
Xiao Qin, wait at the door for Song Yun.
When he comes, lead him straight in.
I hope the guy’s got some skill; otherwise, your hubby might just die in hn today.” Shen Yan gave a weak smile.
“There are some things you women shouldn’t know or touch.
Just be content being spoiled by me.”
When Xiao Qin left, Xiao Yin frowned and asked, “Did the big brother send someone over?”
“Cough cough, your mind always worked well, but what use is that?
Even if I know the identity of the other party, I’ve got no evidence to accuse him of fratricide in the clan.” Shen Yan placed his trembling right hand on Xiao Yin’s face.
“Forget this matter.
The more you know, the higher the chances big brother will come after you.
You should learn from Xiao Qin, not ask anything, and just be content being a woman.”
“How can I not ask?
We’ve grown up together, and even though I’m just your little maidservant, I know things others don’t,” Xiao Yin murmured.
“You’ll make me very sad like this.
What if you die out there one day and we don’t even know?”
“That won’t happen.
The clan will send someone to watch over my body.
Even if big brother has much power in the clan, he couldn’t just erase me without a trace.
As long as my body is there, we can follow the vine to give him some trouble,” said Shen Yan, his voice filled with emotion, even as he coughed up several blood clots.
“Stop talking; I’ll go check to see if Song Yun has arrived.” Xiao Yin gave Shen Yan a drink of water and stood up to leave.
As for Song Yun, he was quite relaxed.
Upon arriving at Shen Yan’s floor, Song Yun saw Xiao Qin waiting anxiously at the door.
“What’s so important that you insisted on my involvement?” asked Song Yun, feeling a bit uneasy.
His situation back in Sunan City was already chaotic enough, and the potential power struggle upon his return from hn worried him.
He didn’t want to get caught up in something unpleasant or underhanded at this point.
“Please, hurry inside,” Xiao Qin said, her eyes teary.
“Shen Yan, he…”
Before she could finish, Xiao Yin interrupted her as she came out of the room.
After calming Xiao Qin down a bit, she looked at Song Yun sternly and said, “Shen Yan is inside.
We’re counting on you with this.
If you pull it off, we’ll definitely return the favor later.”
Song Yun waved his hand nonchalantly, handing the bag to Xiao Yin with a smile, “These are your clothes that you left at the swimsuit store.
We saw you guys rush off, so we brought them back for you.”
“Thank you,” Xiao Yin took the bag and made a gesture for Song Yun to enter.
“He’s waiting for you inside.”
Song Yun sighed and entered the room.
This seemed like a serious matter, as both women were waiting at the door for him.
Just what could it be?
Song Yun went in, while Xiao Qin and Xiao Yin waited outside.
Upon entering the bedroom and seeing Shen Yan in such a half-dead state on the bed, Song Yun was indeed startled.
He raised his eyebrows, sat down on a chair beside the bed, and asked, “What happened to you?
Just a few hours away, and you’ve made such a mess of yourself.”
“Cough cough, you’ve arrived,” Shen Yan said, managing a smile.
“I really am sorry for bothering you in the middle of the night.”
“Cut it out, you’ve called me here so you must have something to say.
If it’s some kind of last words, then forget it,” Song Yun shrugged.
“You ought to know I don’t like hearing last words; it’s too much hassle.
If you confide in me it means you trust me, and if I don’t deliver, I let you down.
But if doing so messes with my interests, then that’s no fun.”
“It would give me a strange feeling, though not to the point where I’d be living in guilt for the rest of my life or any of that crap, but it certainly would make me lose my appetite for a few days.”