CHAPTER 173: CHAPTER 159 SU YAN LITTLE UNCLE_2

He doesn’t mind her being noisy or troublesome, he even likes her clingy nature, but he can’t be with her.

Why is she so fixated on him?

When they arrived at the hospital, the examination showed only superficial wounds, but she had lost a lot of blood and was receiving a transfusion. Fortunately, her life was not in danger.

Looking at her pale face on the hospital bed, Shen Yiran’s expression was very tense.

She was raised like a treasure by her parents, yet she suffered a lot because of him.

Despite knowing nothing about computers, she chose this major because of him. Her mother said she cried while studying it initially, but she persisted through her tears.

She often came to his company with her studies, pestering him to teach her, but he always refused her at the door.

It’s not that he didn’t want to, he just couldn’t give her any hope, hoping she would give up and find a man who treats her well, to live a happy life.

But he didn’t expect her to be so stubborn. Every word she said that night felt like knives stabbing his heart.

Her mother called, unable to find her, and only after calling Shen Yiran did she know she was at the hospital.

Her mother was a very gentle woman, the complete opposite of her personality.

When she arrived at the hospital, she did not blame Shen Yiran but looked at her daughter with distress, then said to him, "Su Bao, Dudu has troubled you again."

Shen Yiran shook his head, but felt guilty inside.

"Dudu has clung to you since she was little. Now that you have a girlfriend, she must have caused quite a disturbance, right?"

He never felt she was a disturbance, even when he ignored her and she splashed water on his computer. He never got angry because it was his fault; he had no right nor the heart to blame her.

"It’s late and you must be busy with work. You should go home, I’ll stay with her, and her dad is on duty at the hospital too."

Shen Yiran looked at Dudu on the bed, replied with a steady "hmm," and then turned to leave.

The longer he stayed, the more she would rely on him, which would only make her suffer more.

...

Due to some changes, Gu Qimiao called Mo Ming and stayed at Shen’s house. She hung up while he was still ranting, knowing he was worried about her but his words were annoying.

She cleaned Shen Yanchen’s room, and seeing he wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, she borrowed his bathroom to take a shower, wearing his cotton T-shirt, which was long enough on her to be a dress.

She stayed in his room, waiting for the party downstairs to end, and only when Xiaoxiao came upstairs did Gu Qimiao run to Xiaoxiao’s room.

She didn’t tell her the truth, just said her dress got accidentally dirty and her brother found her a piece of clothing to wear.

Xiaoxiao knew they had an ambiguous relationship, understanding without saying, just waiting to drink wedding wine.

In another room, Shen Yi An and Su Yan walked in one after the other.

"Little Uncle, you go take a shower first, I’ll go play with Miaomiao and the others for a while."

Su Yan pointed at the wall clock with his chin, reminding her, "Watch the time."

"Hmm, I’ll chat for a bit and be right back."

Su Yan showered and came out, surveying her room, which still had a hint of a child’s room atmosphere, only the bed had been replaced by a big one.

She and Shen Yiran are twins, they held hands while sleeping from birth.

After their mother passed away, he moved into her house when she was four. Her brother was more independent and thought he was too old to sleep with her, so he went to stay at a friend’s house.

At night, An’an would fuss, wanting to sleep with Little Uncle.

To this day, he still remembers the feeling of her soft little hand grabbing him, sleeping beside him, making his heart feel filled for the first time, for a four-year-old her.

Later, she followed him abroad at five, living together since then, causing her to fear sleeping alone, always wanting to hold his hand while sleeping.

Could this be a habit cultivated over more than twenty years?

She has no guard against him, for better or worse.

Seeing it was getting late, Su Yan called Shen Yi An back.

Shen Yi An would be unruly around others, but she behaved herself in front of Su Yan, obeying him exclusively.

She took her sleepwear to the bathroom to shower. Su Yan opened her wardrobe, frowned at the messy clothes inside.

Indeed, her pretense of diligence was for his eyes. She would only tidy up her room when he was coming back from an outside shoot, afraid he’d scold her.

Wasn’t it his indulgence that nurtured some of her bad habits?

"Little Uncle!" She called him from the bathroom.

Su Yan closed the wardrobe door, moved closer, and responded, "Hmm?"

"See if my face wash is in my bag, if not, it’s on the dressing table."

Su Yan found her face wash under the desk, knocked on the door, and she opened it, reaching out a hand, "Thanks."

Finished washing, she blow-dried her hair and sat at the dressing table, applying a facial mask.

Su Yan sat at the bedside and said, "It’s eleven o’clock."

"Just a moment! Two more minutes, Little Uncle, this mask feels so nice. Do you want one?"

Su Yan remained silent; she wisely stopped talking.

When two minutes passed, she removed the mask and began combing her hair.

Her hair was long and curled, taking a while to manage.

"Little Uncle, it’s tangled again, help me out."

Su Yan raised his eyes to look at her, then put down his magazine and walked over, standing behind her, gently detangling her hair.

It wasn’t his first time doing this; he was quite adept. He liked her long hair, feeling soft in his hands, a pleasant sensation.

"Little Uncle..." She looked at him through the mirror.

"Hmm?"

With a shy smile, she asked, "Did you see the guy I danced with today?"

Su Yan’s face darkened at the mention.

Shen Yi An held back a laugh and asked, "What do you think of him? He wants to pursue me."