Chapter 70 - He Stayed (2) (1/2)

Qian Meigui could not concentrate much on watching her favourite shows, not with Song Sheng sitting calmly right next to her on the other end of the couch. Qian Meigui kept stealing glances at him, as she also attempted to calm her erratic heartbeats. She cursed herself for acknowledging him, but she quickly composed herself by watching her shows as if she felt nothing.

Amid the falling action of her drama, Song Sheng rose and left the living room. Qian Meigui tried to see where he went, but the wall of the living space blocked the entryway, kitchen and dining hall. After a few moments, she heard him return, and she shot her curious attention back to the television screen, suddenly finding the drama interesting again.

Song Sheng turned off the outside lighting, approaching her. He then stood in front of her, holding out a bowl of soup towards her, and she lifted her hands to take it. She stared at the soup. Was that what he was cooking earlier?

”What is this?” she asked. It was boiling due to the steam. ”Chicken soup,” he responded. Qian Meigui was in shock, trying to recollect his words. ”Why did you make me soup?” she asked.

Song Sheng returned to his seat on the couch. He glanced at her with a deep side-eyed glance, his gold-flecked eyes glinting with amus.e.m.e.nt. He loosed a breath before saying, ”From my experience and years of knowing you. Soup cheers you up.”

Qian Meigui's eyes widened, her jaw nearly dropped. She looked at him with surprise and bewilderment. Song Sheng remembered? He returned to looking at the screen, face masked with reservation. Qian Meigui felt warm by his gesture; she slightly curled her lips as she blew her hot soup. She then began to consume it.

Song Sheng slightly peaked at her. She looked so peaceful as she blissfully ate her soup while looking at the screen. She was, indeed, a sight in her ivory nightwear. Song Sheng preferred her naturally wavy hair, but the way it cascaded over the curve of her ear, framing her shoulders, stopping at the dip of her back; he felt like reaching out to her. But he didn't dare.

Qian Meigui was watching her program when she stilled, realizing that a heated stare directed towards her. Her heart picked up, racing. She was not sure what to do, so she decided to place the bowl on the low table in front of her. She then abruptly turned as she said, ”Sheng.”

Song Sheng was resting his head on his knuckles, propped by his elbow when she called out to him. ”Yes?” he answered, his tone sincere.

”Erm...How is your movie coming along?” she asked him.

”Good. I nearly finished all my scenes.”

”Oh,” she began. ”You seem to have a lot of fans,” she assumed.

Song Sheng chuckled, shaking his head, denying it. Qian Meigui smiled. ”It's true. You can easily go online and see that you're all they talk about.”

Song Sheng glanced at her with depthless eyes. He crossed his arms, and leaned back into the couch, ”Does that mean you've searched for me?” he asked playfully and deeply.