Selfishness?
He indeed had it.
For a moment, he had also considered using such a method to make Huo Rou forget Qin Ningyi, forget all of the past.
If that were the case, would her eyes have less wariness?
If that were the case...
Would he also be able to get closer to her sooner?
Of course, apart from this wild thought, there was more desire to make Huo Rou forget the sorrowful past that had always bound her.
In that way, perhaps she could be truly happy and joyful.
In his opinion, the past was like passing clouds, better to let go.
But he could not do it.
He had no right to take away her memories.
Shen Wuyou withdrew his hand from the hand dryer, and the mournful wind sound stopped.
All thoughts stopped with the wind.
He looked at Dr. Tao with clear eyes, and smiled faintly, "Don't worry, I don't intend to go down the wrong path."
Dr. Tao looked at Shen Wuyou, whose clean and relaxed demeanor had returned, and his heart eased slightly.
He also smiled, "I wonder if your laboratory welcomes me?"
Being able to crack such a poison was very attractive to him.
The two hit it off and walked towards the laboratory together.
Meanwhile, as soon as Huo Rou entered the house, Anan persuaded her to go to bed.
Anan's reason was very sound, "Mom, Uncle Shen said you need to rest more!"
Huo Rou looked pleadingly at Qin Ningyi, but he smiled at Anan and praised, "Anan is right, Dad supports it!"
Anan pursed his lips and smiled proudly, "Then Dad, you're responsible for supervising Mom's rest!"
This was indeed something Qin Ningyi hadn't expected. He looked at Anan with amusement.
"Hurry up and go."
Anan waved his little hand, ushering the two back to the room.
He turned to look at Qin Feivan, who had rushed back looking travel-worn, and said sensibly, "Auntie, you should go rest too."
"And you?" Qin Feivan asked him with a half-smile, "You're sending us all away, what are you planning to do?"
Anan smiled slyly, "Auntie, if you don't rest, Anan will have to invite you to do hard labor."
Qin Feivan became curious, "What hard labor?"
"Cannot say, cannot say." Anan walked towards the study with a profound expression, "Auntie, think it over before you decide!"
Soon, the sound of two people discussing could be heard from the study, while the bedroom was quiet.
Huo Rou had been under a lot of mental stress these past few days and hadn't really rested well.
Now, back in this place filled with Qin Ningyi's presence, with a warm presence beside her, she couldn't resist Morpheus's call and fell into a deep sleep.
Qin Ningyi held her, his heart full of satisfaction.
He softly hummed an unknown tune, gazing at his room in the dim light. The usual arrangement now seemed increasingly stiff the longer he looked.
He remembered Huo Rou's room was a different shade of blue, perhaps he could try that.
The walls were also bare, and a painting should be hung...
For the entire afternoon, Qin Ningyi did not close his eyes. Before Huo Rou woke up, he had already filled a whole screen of text on his phone.
Only when the person beside him let out a soft moan did he reluctantly stop and send the ideas on the screen to Xiao Konglin.
At the company, Xiao Konglin, who had finally endured until after work, heard his exclusive ringtone and quickly received the message from Qin Ningyi.
Upon opening it, he muttered, "A proposal?"
But as he read it with trepidation, his expression became uncontrollable.
"Assistant Xiao, what's wrong? Is there a problem with the company?" The assistant, carrying documents, entered and saw his contorted face.
Xiao Konglin had been handling affairs directly in place of President Qin recently. This expression...
Could it be that the company had run into trouble?
After all, the Zhou family had been acting like lunatics lately.
Xiao Konglin shook his head blankly, "It's nothing, you should go home."
He was just a bit...
Stunned.
This page of content, which looked like a proposal, sent by President Qin was actually just a bedroom renovation plan.
The reason he sent it to him instead of the housekeeper was probably because there were too many bedrooms to renovate?
Xiao Konglin looked at the last sentence with a wry smile: All properties under my name will be decorated in a different style referencing this one.
If this wasn't "waging war for the amusement of the warlords," he'd take Qin's surname! The "beacon fire" was going to burn down all his properties!
Although this style was quite nice...
Xiao Konglin sighed. In the end, he was the one bearing it all.
And the person who "lit the beacon fire" was now contentedly watching the person beside him.
"Did you sleep well?"
Qin Ningyi smiled at Huo Rou, picked up the clothes he had already found on the bedside table, and helped her put them on one by one.
He was taking care of her like a child.
During the time it took to get dressed, Huo Rou's cheeks grew even hotter.
"I'm not a child anymore..."
"You are."
His answer was a lingering kiss.