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The living room was completely empty. The items on the wine cabinet and the coat hangers in the entryway had vanished without a trace. Apart from the original large items, everything else was gone!

For a moment, Lin Xiaoyue thought she was seeing things, and Chen Chen, who was supporting her, frowned even more deeply.

"What's gotten into Sang Huan now? Didn't she cause enough trouble this afternoon?"

He helped the dazed Lin Xiaoyue sit on the sofa, then turned and walked toward Sang Huan's bedroom door. Just as he was about to knock loudly, the door opened automatically.

Chen Chen was stunned for a moment, then kicked it away without any politeness.

"Sang Huan, what's wrong with you again—" The room was empty, except for the cold wind blowing in through the window.

Seeing him stunned, Lin Xiaoyue became even more anxious, but the pain in her waist made it too difficult for her to get up. She could only ask Chen Chen loudly what was wrong.

Chen Chen didn't reply. He turned around and went to the kitchen and the other bedrooms before returning with a strange expression.

"Xiaoyue, it seems that Sang Huan has moved away."

Lin Xiaoyue's eyes widened suddenly, and her breathing became rapid. She quickly asked Chen Chen to help her spin around.

Like a bolt from the blue, Lin Xiaoyue's mind exploded.

Sang Huan not only moved out, but she also took all the things that were given to her!

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Sang Huan had no idea how anxious Lin Xiaoyue was. She slept soundly until dawn, feeling refreshed and much better than before.

She sat up and stretched, her smooth, dark hair cascading down her back with the movement.

Because she had just woken up, a thin layer of red covered her soft, porcelain-white skin with a faint glow.

The roots of her long, thick eyelashes were slightly damp, her bright, moist eyes were misty, and the slightly upturned corners of her eyes were tinged with pink.

The room was air-conditioned, and the plush pajamas she was wearing were a bit hot. With her slender, jade-like fingers, she lifted the covers, got up, put on her shoes, and went to the window to pull back the curtains.

The warm winter sun shone down, her long, fair neck was slightly raised, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

Sang Huan then slowly picked up her phone and crawled into the hanging basket next to her to sunbathe.

My phone, which had been silent all night, was buzzing with activity. The first message I saw was from Lin Xiaoyue with 99+ messages, followed closely by Chen Chen's. The two of them were bombarding me with messages and calls, and I knew without a doubt that it was because of her moving.

Sang Huan was too lazy to pay attention to the clown jumping around, so she set her phone to Do Not Disturb and simply swiped away the messages to avoid getting her eyes dirty.

To her surprise, Pei Yansheng also sent her more than a dozen messages.

This doesn't quite fit his indifferent personality.

Opening Pei Yansheng's message box, the first few messages were replies to her.

The next message came twenty minutes later, asking if something had happened to her and why she hadn't replied.

There was a longer interval, several hours later, during which two voice calls popped up.

Sang Huan raised an eyebrow, her delicate, rose-red lips curving slightly, her clear, bright eyes brimming with a sly smile.

The fish actually jumped into the net on their own! How cute!

She didn't ignore him any longer and typed a message.

Huanhuan: I'm sorry, Mr. Pei, a little accident happened yesterday and I fell asleep before I could check your message.

Huanhuan: I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Mr. Pei. Why are you calling me so late? Did something happen?

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The continuous vibrations of his phone woke the man who was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, from his rest.

Pei Yansheng frowned slightly, and slowly opened his long, deep phoenix eyes, which still held a hint of weariness.

He stayed up late last night with his friends and didn't get home until the early hours of the morning. He thought he could finally get a good night's sleep on his day off.

But Pei's mother called early in the morning, saying that she and Pei's father were going abroad to celebrate a friend's birthday and asked him to represent the Pei family at the banquet three days later.

Once woken up, Pei Yansheng couldn't fall back asleep. He asked the housekeeper to make him a bowl of hangover soup, drank it, and then used his phone to quickly handle some backlogged official business before opening his message bar.

The place was as clean as expected, but Pei Yansheng felt inexplicably irritable, so he simply tossed his phone onto the table and took a nap.

The vibration drew his attention, his gaze fixed on the table, and with indescribable feelings, he picked up his phone with his long, slender fingers.

After seeing who sent the message, Pei Yansheng's furrowed brows gradually relaxed, just as he was about to type a message.

For some reason, the long string of words was deleted, and the fingertip moved lightly to dial the voice call option.

The bell rang, time ticked by, and Pei Yansheng's brows furrowed unconsciously once again.

Why aren't you answering? Do you feel it's too offensive?

Yes, she has a boyfriend, so it's normal for her to keep her distance from men.

Just as Pei Yansheng was about to hang up, a sweet and soft female voice came from the other end of the phone, though it was somewhat muffled.

"Hello, Mr. Pei, good morning. What brings you to call me all of a sudden?"

Like willow branches swaying in early spring, sweeping away the gloom that had accumulated in her heart, her pale pink lips curved slightly, and her expression softened in her long, narrow phoenix eyes.

"Good morning. I was worried something might have happened to you since you didn't reply to my messages yesterday."

The living room was completely silent except for his voice; the quiet atmosphere allowed him to clearly hear what was happening on the other end.

The girl didn't answer immediately. A splashing sound came from the receiver, and after the splashing stopped, there was a slight rubbing sound.

Then, that cheerful and lively voice rang out again.

"I was brushing my teeth just now. I'm so sorry, Mr. Pei, there was indeed a bit of an accident yesterday afternoon, but I've taken care of it all. Don't worry, Mr. Pei!"

Infected by the cheerfulness in the voice, the man's expression softened even more.

"Could you tell me what happened? Why have you been so busy?"

After brushing her teeth, Sang Huan climbed back into the hanging basket, her fair feet swaying gently. The smile in her eyes deepened, but her tone of voice suddenly dropped.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Pei, this is a private matter, and it's not convenient for me to discuss it with you..."

Why is she talking like that? Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?

The man's exquisitely handsome features furrowed slightly, showing some concern.

"By the way, how are things going with you and Xiaoyue? Have you made up?"

Before the thought could even form, the appearance of "Lin Xiaoyue" was like a bucket of cold water being poured over him, chilling him to the bone. Pei Yansheng's fingertips tightened involuntarily, and the smile in his eyes gradually faded.

Sang Huan seems to care a lot about Lin Xiaoyue. If he really breaks up with Lin Xiaoyue, she will probably deliberately stay away from him because of this.

After a moment of silence, he still chose to keep the matter hidden, vaguely trying to let it go, his voice low and hoarse, with a touch of magnetism.

"It's alright, nothing serious."

"Oh, okay then..."

The atmosphere fell silent again. Pei Yansheng listened to the soft breathing coming from the other end of the phone, his eyes lowered as he pondered how to break the deadlock.

"Huanhuan, wake up and eat. Mom asked the nanny to make millet porridge. Would you like to eat some first?"

Sang's mother spoke in a gentle, cautious voice. Sang Huan responded with an "okay" and picked up her phone again.

"Mr. Pei, I'm going to have lunch now. Bye-bye."

"Bye-Bye."

"By the way..." Sang Huan suddenly spoke before hanging up the phone. She seemed conflicted, but ultimately gave up. "Mr. Pei, you are a very good person. You should try to be more open-minded about some things."

After saying that, without giving Pei Yansheng a chance to react, the phone was hung up immediately.

Pei Yansheng held his phone, glancing at it for a moment.

He didn't catch the implication in Sang Huan's words, assuming that she was just giving him the "friend card" again, and was speechless.

Recalling the nickname "Huanhuan" that Sang's mother used to call Sang Huan, Pei Yansheng gently stroked his phone with his fingertips, but the curve of his thin lips involuntarily rose up.

Huanhuan is so cute.