As she read through the messages one by one, a smile slowly appeared on her face. Checking the time, she realized it was from yesterday. Clearly, he was still in a meeting today.
See, there’s no way a grown man would be so free. This is normal.
She raised her finger and replied to him: "I’m fine, nothing wrong..."
There was no reply. At this time, they must be plotting something.
She lay back down.
Feeling drowsy and slightly feverish. Maybe she caught a chill, or perhaps she ate some spoiled bread, always feeling something was off.
Yet again, nightfall approached.
Her mouth was dry and she suddenly had a whimsical thought: Would the bigfoot man show up suddenly? Just like the year before during Chinese New Year, when she was heartbroken, but as the moonlight arrived, she heard a knock and he stood at the door with a stern face when she opened it.
She quickly sent him a message: "Bigfoot man, hurry and pick me up, I’ve caught a cold, I feel awful... Fever, headache, and I feel like vomiting... Ugh... I feel terrible..."
But after writing it, she deleted the message.
Women, they just have to be dramatic at critical moments.
Suddenly she became upset: "Doesn’t the bigfoot man know to come pick me up??? Can’t he estimate the time to come himself??? Shouldn’t he appear after the meeting is over? Didn’t he say he would surprise me? Why not give me a surprise? Hmph, not showing up for the graduation ceremony is one thing, but not even giving me this surprise?"
She couldn’t resist anymore and still sent a message: "Bigfoot man, didn’t you say you would surprise me? I’m waiting for your surprise..."
If he doesn’t understand this, then he’s a fool.
From night until morning, she remained drowsy.
Opening her eyes, the sun was shining bright. She hastily got up and rushed out, but it was quiet at the door, with only swaying tree shadows, and no one there to wait for.
She was stunned for a moment, checked the time, calculated the time difference, and realized he was still in a meeting.
Even at the earliest, it would take three to five days to get here.
This is South Country, not Dun City, it’s unreasonable to expect someone to arrive the moment you want—he’s not Sun Wukong, who can just somersault over in an instant.
No matter how fast modern transportation is, it has its limits.
No choice.
Feeling disheartened, she ran back and lay on the sofa. After a while, she sat up, thinking, am I just going to stay here and wait for death? Self-pitying is so dull, women don’t need to have a princess disease at inappropriate times.
Better to drive herself back.
The journey of more than a hundred miles wasn’t too unbearable.
After parking the car, from afar, she saw the familiar red brick houses of Dun City, blooming flowers, white fences, and lawns and shrubs meticulously trimmed by the gardener.
Everything was so familiar and comforting.
Mrs. Yang heard the noise and ran out, delighted: "Miss Yan, you’re finally back..."
The workers hadn’t left yet; they were waiting all along.
She explained, "Mr. Wang said you would come back, afraid that the house would be disorganized when you return, so I stayed back, keeping things tidy. Mr. Wang also told us to be ready to respond in case you needed anything... Miss Yan, why did you come back on your own? Why didn’t you call me?"
She just smiled.
Mrs. Yang came over to help with her things and felt her slightly hot hand, surprised: "Are you having a fever?"
"No worries, I just need a rest."
Indeed, being home was more comfortable.
Mrs. Yang gave her some medicine, started preparing some light porridge and side dishes, and occasionally brought her plenty of warm water, tirelessly: "Drink more water, for a cold, drinking water is the best remedy..."
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