On her way to record, she silently blessed him in her heart, hoping everything went smoothly on his end.
After finishing recording the complete song, Song Guanyu sat lazily on the sofa. Checking the time, it was already afternoon. Her gaze drifted through the glass window, and she saw that the sky had turned an orange-red sunset. The glow filled the sky, the clouds echoing the sunset like fire clouds, especially spectacular.
Paired with the rose garden downstairs, a patch of red, it made one feel physically and mentally relaxed. Even sitting here, so far from the rose garden, she felt she could almost smell the rich fragrance.
Those roses were blooming so beautifully. She had heard that because Sister Shu Wen loved red roses, Senior Brother Bai had specially sought out the best seeds from abroad, brought them back, and planted them himself.
A bottle of mineral water was handed into her line of sight. Song Guanyu looked up and saw it was Shu Wen.
She smiled. "Drink some water. You've been recording almost all day. Moisturizing your throat will make you feel much better."
Song Guanyu took it politely with both hands, her eyes sparkling as she acted spoiled. "Thank you, Sister Shu Wen. But compared to mineral water, I really want a cup of coffee right now. Can I?" She fluttered her big eyes at Shu Wen, looking pitiful and adorable.
Shu Wen was charmed by her cuteness and was about to pinch her cheek and say yes when Bai Jingyi quickly stepped forward, grabbing her wrist to stop her. Shu Wen turned back, frowning, as if to say: Such a cute little sister, what's wrong with having a cup of coffee? Stingy!
Bai Jingyi repeatedly massaged his forehead, then immediately turned to Song Guanyu with a stern tone: "Junior Sister, I don't have any coffee for you here."
The girl looked innocent: "Senior Brother Bai, you're lying to me. I already saw the coffee machine you secretly hid—it's the latest model. The coffee it grinds is especially delicious."
"..." He thought he had hidden it well. How did she find out?
Song Guanyu seemed proud of her cleverness. She tapped her small, upturned nose and let out a light snort. The mole on her nose moved faintly with her breath, becoming even paler in the sunset, but it couldn't hide the bright smile in her eyes. The smile reached her eyes, spreading across her face, making her appearance more vivid and lively.
"You can't fool me. I'm smart."
Bai Jingyi and Shu Wen exchanged a knowing smile in the brilliant glow of the sunset.
She didn't seem like that, but they didn't say it out loud.
Song Guanyu let out a light sigh, her voice faint: "Fine, I won't drink it. Senior Brother, you're so stingy." Then, as if sulking, she turned her head away, no longer looking at Bai Jingyi.
They saw Song Guanyu resting her chin on her hands, all curled up on the soft sofa, her gaze wistfully fixed on the rose garden, her little eyes plotting some scheme.
Bai Jingyi felt terribly wronged: "Your insomnia is so severe. It's almost evening; if you drink coffee, you won't be able to sleep at all."
Song Guanyu stared out the window, ignoring him.
Bai Jingyi couldn't laugh anymore. "..." It seemed his junior sister was a bit upset. If he didn't soothe her, she would complain to their teacher, and he would get scolded again.
He looked at the small figure on the sofa. Her eyes were filled with a thoughtful, almost prematurely mature look. Bai Jingyi noticed something unusual in her expression.
Suddenly interested, he raised an eyebrow slightly, walked over, and sat down beside Song Guanyu, saying softly.
"Little junior sister, are you troubled about something?" Seeing Song Guanyu frown, he became more certain. Following her gaze, he looked outside.
So she liked the roses he had planted. Bai Jingyi generously said, "If you like, I'll have someone pick a bouquet for you later and wrap it up nicely."
But Song Guanyu declined: "I don't want you to give it to me." She immediately turned to face him and wagged her finger at him. "Senior Brother, you can't just casually give roses to women. From now on, I need to keep my distance from you. Remember that, or Sister Shu Wen might kick you out."
Was she venting her unhappiness on him? Bai Jingyi was at a loss for words under her accusation.
Shu Wen chuckled at the exchange. She understood that Bai Jingyi just wanted to cheer Song Guanyu up, because girls usually get happy when receiving flowers.
Bai Jingyi turned sharply to glance at Shu Wen, who held back her laughter.
Then he turned back and whispered, "Then let Sister Shu Wen give them to you. Cheer up." He was just afraid she would tattle. Who knew this little girl wouldn't accept the favor?
Song Guanyu immediately widened her eyes at him. "I'm not unhappy! I was just thinking that when I go downstairs later, I'll pick the most beautiful, brightest rose from your garden and give it to Dr. Ye, wishing him all the best." She wondered if Dr. Ye had seen her message. She had just checked her phone and saw no reply. She didn't want to ask. Seeing this rose, if she gave it to Dr. Ye, how would he react?
Would his ears still turn red? She really wanted to see.
Two voices rang out simultaneously, asking hastily: "Who is Dr. Ye?!" This girl was only smart in her own field; she was always fuzzy otherwise. They had to get to the bottom of it to prevent her from being deceived.
After all, Song Guanyu looked like an easy target. Raised from childhood surrounded by love, a flower nurtured with tenderness, she was pure and inexperienced. They needed to help her stay cautious.
Her career was on the rise; they couldn't afford any mishaps.
Before Bai Jingyi got an answer, he saw her turn sideways, took out her handbag, carefully removed a pigeon-egg-sized diamond ring, put it on her finger, and extended her hand in front of their eyes. She flipped the back of her hand toward them, shaking it slightly.
Sunlight sneaked into the room, refracting on the diamond, emitting a dazzling, brilliant light. Under the halo, Song Guanyu grinned at them, revealing white teeth, looking silly.
"Senior Brother, Sister Shu Wen, I got married. To Dr. Ye."
At midnight.
Ye Yansheng returned home. Opening the door, he stood at the entrance and immediately saw the small figure on the sofa. She was curled up on her side, her cheek pressed against the sofa cushion, a faint sheen of moisture at the corner of her mouth.
The floor lamp cast a gentle light, illuminating her face peacefully. Ye Yansheng suddenly felt that the day's several surgeries weren't so tiring anymore. His heart inexplicably softened. Luckily, it wasn't winter, or she might easily catch a cold.
His gaze swept across the table. There was a single red rose, placed quietly there. But it had wilted a bit, no longer as vibrant.
Was it given by someone else?
The thought flashed by. Ye Yansheng smiled, looked at her for a moment—someone was even drooling...
He turned around, gently closed the door, changed his shoes, and walked over. He crouched beside her, looking down at Song Guanyu, and used his thumb to gently wipe away the drool from the corner of her mouth.
Song Guanyu had actually gone to sleep not long ago. After having dinner with Bai Jingyi and the others, she had returned to an empty home. The moment she sat on the sofa, a strange force seemed to make her drowsy. She had eaten too much at dinner—carb coma—so she simply closed her eyes and dozed off.
Opening her bleary eyes, she saw Ye Yansheng beside her and suddenly woke up. Her eyes and brows curved, her voice thick with sleep: "You're back, Dr. Ye."
"Mm, I'm back. Why didn't you go to the bedroom to sleep?"
"I was waiting for you. You didn't reply to my messages all day. I was worried something happened, so I decided to wait." Song Guanyu's eyelashes were beautifully illuminated by the warm light of the lamp. At that moment, a warm current suddenly poured into Ye Yansheng's heart, but it faded quickly.
He apologized softly: "I'm sorry. I had several surgeries today and didn't have time to check my phone. I promise it won't happen again."
"Okay, okay—" She paused, remembering the rose. Her hand reached around Ye Yansheng's shoulder and neck, picking up the rose from the table behind him. She held it up in front of his face.