The sound of a mobile phone ringing came through—it was Song Yansheng’s phone.

He picked it up, glanced at it, and answered.

The call was from the Song Family Mansion, Yu Yao had learned about Song Yansheng’s flight and estimated he would have returned to the country by now, so she called.

Yu Yao was already back at the mansion, and although she assured Song Yansheng there were no major health issues, she still hoped her son would visit.

Yu Yao didn’t ask about Shi Nuan, which made Song Yansheng aware that his mother implied he didn’t need to bring Shi Nuan along.

Recalling the unfinished conversation with his mother over the phone in New York, Song Yansheng roughly understood that his mother had things to discuss with him.

After hanging up, Song Yansheng informed that he would be returning to the mansion shortly.

Shi Nuan’s eyes flickered as she asked, "Should I... go back with you?"

Song Yansheng shook his head, "You’ve been on the plane for more than ten hours. Rest first; I’ll go see my mother and will be back in two or three hours at most..."

Shi Nuan didn’t debate further. Since Song Yansheng didn’t want her to go, she wouldn’t.

The incident of Yu Yao fainting from a nightmare made her both worried and suspicious.

She feared the matter might be related to her, so it might be best not to go.

Song Yansheng took Shi Nuan to Song Mansion, Shi Nuan got out of the car, and Aunt Hui had people move the luggage from the trunk inside.

Standing in front of the car, Shi Nuan watched as Song Yansheng, seated inside, smiled gently at her, "Rest early; I’ll be back soon!"

Shi Nuan replied with an "Mm," saying, "Be careful on the road..."

She paused, then said, "Come back early!"

Song Yansheng reached out to hold her hand slightly reluctantly, but eventually, he had to leave.

Shi Nuan watched Song Yansheng’s car depart far into the distance before finally turning around.

Aunt Hui stood beside her, asking Shi Nuan, "Lady, since you’ve just gotten off the plane, would you like something to eat? I can have the kitchen prepare something!"

Shi Nuan shook her head, "No need, I’m not hungry!"

Thus, Aunt Hui said nothing more.

Shi Nuan walked slowly towards the main house, with Aunt Hui following at a leisurely pace.

Now and then, she glanced at Shi Nuan.

This time Mr. took Shi Nuan abroad, although it was unclear why.

But it seemed Shi Nuan’s reliance on Mr. had increased somewhat again.

It’s understandable; who could resist being tempted by a man like Mr.?

After all, Mr. was old Mr.’s son, bearing many of old Mr.’s characteristics...

Thinking about Song Xiuwen, Aunt Hui sighed, realizing she hadn’t seen the old Mr. in a while.

She wasn’t sure how he was doing now.

She did call Aunt Tong to inquire, and Aunt Tong said things were the same.

But what does ’the same’ mean? Without seeing for herself, she couldn’t rest assured.

"Aunt Hui, has anyone visited Song Mansion in the past few days?"

When almost reaching the main house, Shi Nuan suddenly asked Aunt Hui.

Aunt Hui was taken aback and then said, "No one else, just... just Miss Song Qingyang came by!"

Shi Nuan acknowledged with an "Oh," her gaze shifting back from a newly planted rose bush not far away.

Aunt Hui noticed and hurriedly explained, "This rose bush was brought by Miss Qingyang. She’s recently busy with her wedding room decoration. She saw the gardener doing a great job with the roses, so she had one transplanted here at Song Mansion..."

Shi Nuan responded with "Mm." She vaguely remembered Song Yichuan once saying Song Qingyang liked roses.

However, she noticed that while Song Mansion planted many flowers and plants, it seemed to lack roses. Not only Song Mansion but Nuan Residence too.

Aunt Hui has taken care of Song Yansheng for years; how could she not know his preferences? If she knew, why did she allow Song Qingyang to plant roses in Song Mansion?

Naturally, Shi Nuan couldn’t be certain that Song Yansheng truly disliked roses, so she didn’t express too much on the matter.

She continued walking toward the main house, didn’t linger long in the living room, and went straight upstairs. Aunt Hui carried the suitcase up, intending to help unpack, but Shi Nuan refused.

Shi Nuan said, "I can unpack myself..."

Aunt Hui said nothing more, nodded, and left.

Shi Nuan opened the suitcase, containing only a few clothes of hers and Song Yansheng’s, not much.

She quickly unpacked them, realizing she seldom organized Song Yansheng’s clothes.

Most of the time, Aunt Hui did it.

Now, personally folding Song Yansheng’s shirts, trousers, socks, and even underwear...felt somewhat different.

Was it from this moment she finally felt like she was Song Yansheng’s wife?