A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 371: Forgiveness?

Chapter 371: Chapter 371: Forgiveness?

Jiang Luoshu’s words struck a nerve in Qi Yunqian.

He was like a lion provoked to rage, abruptly standing up from the sofa and forcefully kicking the coffee table.

The coffee table made a loud thud, violently shifting half a meter backwards.

Jiang Luoshu, startled by his sudden outburst, let out a scream and looked at Qi Yunqian with a mix of fear and panic.

Qi Yunqian’s eyes, full of bloodshot veins, stared coldly at Jiang Luoshu, pointing expressionlessly toward the door, "Get out! Get out of here now!"

Jiang Luoshu’s chest heaved violently, she looked at Qi Yunqian with both fear and anger and gritted her teeth, "You are being completely unreasonable!"

After saying that, she turned around and strode away.

Qi Yunqian stood expressionlessly in the somewhat chaotic hall, his head bowed, his thoughts unknown, while Song Shiwei stood emotionlessly in the blind spot of the second-floor staircase, watching him.

It seemed the Qi Corporation’s status wasn’t good lately, having reached the point of considering marriage alliances.

What exactly had Shifei done to the Qi family?

After pondering, Song Shiwei waited until Qi Yunqian had calmed down before she slowly descended the stairs, deliberately making some noise.

Qi Yunqian turned his head when he saw her, his originally cold face instantly softened, a hint of warmth appearing as he quickly walked towards her, "Shiwei."

Song Shiwei nodded to him with an indifferent expression, acting as if she hadn’t seen the mess in the hall, and walked toward the water dispenser.

Qi Yunqian, getting there before her, took a disposable cup, filled it with water, and handed it to her, his eyes gentle, "Why didn’t you call a servant if you wanted water?"

"I’m fully capable, not yet crippled and unable to fend for myself," Song Shiwei took the cup from his hand, took a sip, and spoke in an indifferent tone.

Qi Yunqian wasn’t angered by her retort; instead, his eyes lit up with pleasure, "Shiwei, aren’t you angry with me anymore?"

Although Song Shiwei and Qi Yunqian had been living under the same roof for some time,

She seldom interacted with Qi Yunqian, often treating him like he was invisible, ignoring and cold-shouldering him.

Even if he deliberately provoked her, he hardly received any emotional response from her.

Let alone getting Song Shiwei to initiate a conversation with him on her own volition.

But today, Song Shiwei had responded to him, much to Qi Yunqian’s delight, a sense of anticipation faintly shining through.

Did this mean that Shiwei was forgiving him?

"Anger hurts the body, why should I go against my own health?" Song Shiwei glanced at him indifferently, threw the disposable cup into the trash, and began to speak, "You’re home early today, have the kitchen prepare a bit more food, let’s eat together tonight..."

Song Shiwei didn’t finish her words, as she looked toward Qi Yunqian with slight astonishment.

It seemed like Qi Yunqian was on the verge of tears.

He hadn’t shed any tears, but the rims of his eyes had reddened, his eyes, both wet and dark, fixated on her, laden with overflowing love.

Song Shiwei felt mixed emotions within her heart, standing in place as she looked at him and opened her mouth, "Are you... crying?"

Qi Yunqian didn’t answer; he stepped forward and hugged Song Shiwei tightly, his warm, hasty breaths hitting her ear, "No, I’m just... a little happy."

"Shiwei, you’ve forgiven me, haven’t you?"

Song Shiwei didn’t say she forgave him, nor did she say she didn’t, but just gently laughed.

In the corner where Qi Yunqian couldn’t see, her face was full of indifference, her brows laced with sarcasm.

She lifted her hand and gently patted his back, comforting him, "It’s nice that you haven’t been crying, otherwise I really would have teased you."

Without getting her answer, Qi Yunqian didn’t feel disappointed.

He thought that Song Shiwei’s initiative to talk to him was a good start, a good omen.

Once he had sorted out the affairs of the Qi family, he would properly apologize to Song Shiwei, he intended to remarry Song Shiwei.

Qi Yunqian hugged the person in his arms a bit tighter, his voice muffled as he said, "It’s okay, I’m willing to be teased by you."

Song Shiwei let out a short laugh, gently pushing him away, "Alright, no more hugging, I’m hungry, let’s have auntie prepare dinner."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yunqian quickly nodded and went to instruct the auntie to hurry with the meal.

Song Shiwei sat on the living room sofa, her gaze falling in the direction of the kitchen, a hint of obscure emotion flashing in her eyes.

After dinner, Song Shiwei washed up and prepared to go back to her room to sleep.

As she passed by the study, Qi Yunqian, who had changed into home clothes and was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, making him look much softer, just happened to walk out with a cup in his hand.

His eyes brightened slightly when he saw her, "Shiwei."

"Hmm?" Song Shiwei stopped in her tracks, lifted her eyes to look at him, feigning ignorance, "Why haven’t you gone to bed yet?"

"I still have some work to finish." Qi Yunqian’s gaze fell on Song Shiwei’s damp hair, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he reached out to hold her wrist, which was as white as jade, pulling her into the study, "Your hair is still wet, sleeping like this will make you catch a cold."

He pulled Song Shiwei into the study’s resting area, had her sit on the bed, set down the cup in his hand, and took out a hairdryer, "I’ll help you dry it, it won’t take long."

Song Shiwei couldn’t resist him, so she let him have his way.

This was the first time Qi Yunqian had dried someone’s hair, he was extra careful, the force he used on Song Shiwei’s hair was very gentle.

This warm scene made Qi Yunqian somewhat distracted.

If he had recognized his own heart earlier, would he already be living such warm days with Shiwei?

Qi Yunqian’s eyes narrowed slightly, hiding the regret and unease at the bottom of his eyes, he devoted himself to drying Song Shiwei’s hair before letting her go back to sleep.

Song Shiwei sincerely thanked him, and as she left the study, she paused slightly, turning her head to look at him, "Good night, you should rest early too."

Qi Yunqian was stunned for a moment, then showed a slight smile, "Good night, I will."

The two of them had experienced the most peaceful night since Song Shiwei had been imprisoned.

Until midnight, when Song Shiwei got thirsty and wanted some water, she had just opened the door when she saw a curled up shadow sitting at her doorway.

The moment she saw the shadow, Song Shiwei’s sleepiness was completely scared away.

Upon closer inspection, she realized that the shadow was actually Qi Yunqian, sitting at her room’s door with a blanket, slumped over, sleeping soundly.

Song Shiwei’s rapid heartbeat gradually calmed down, her expression complex as she looked at Qi Yunqian.

She stepped forward and gently pushed him, "Qi Yunqian, wake up."

Qi Yunqian slowly opened his eyes, his gaze still somewhat bewildered as he looked at her, but he quickly came to his senses, "Shiwei."

He naturally picked up the blanket from the ground, his face showing no panic at being discovered by Song Shiwei, his gaze was tender as he looked at her and asked, "Why are you awake? Did you have a nightmare?"

Song Shiwei shook her head, her eyes complex as she looked at him, "Why are you sleeping here?"

"I couldn’t sleep in my own room." Qi Yunqian coughed, his gaze never leaving Song Shiwei from the beginning to the end, his eyes and brows very tender, "Did I scare you?"