Young and Beautiful Wife: Sir, Be Patient - Chapter 51
Chapter 51: A Dream
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Jianglan City was a seaside city. The air was clear and the temperature difference between morning and evening was large.
The late night in Jianglan City always carried a kind of coldness.
The Yuyuan Estate was brightly lit all year round. Because the area occupied by the Yuyuan Estate was huge, it looked like a sleepless city from a distance.
In the Yuyuan Estate, there were servants to ensure that the lights were not extinguished.
The reason was that Miss Anan was afraid of the dark.
Ever since Miss Anan was brought back to the Yuyuan Estate, this rule had been maintained.
At this moment, the room of Seventh Master was staged in an even more exciting scene than the bustling city.
…..
Zong Zhengyu was half-lying on the bed, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he stared at the scene in front of him with an expression of enjoyment.
It was a young girl.
There was a seductive smile on her lips, and her eyes seemed to have a kind of magic. She was so beautiful that people could not move their eyes away, neither could they see her true colours clearly.
And…
Just as Zong Zhengyu was about to taste her, the girl’s beautiful eyes suddenly became aggrieved and teary, “Seventh Master…”
Such an aggrieved shout directly made Zong Zhengyu freeze all his movements.
When he raised his head and looked at the person below him again, that face became extremely clear.
“Anan?”
Zong Zhengyu suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.
It was pitch black in the bedroom. A weird wind blew outside the window, blowing the curtains. At the same time, Zong Zhengyu’s thoughts were pulled away from that dream.
He put on a bathrobe, took ice cubes from the bar counter, poured whiskey, and drank half a glass.
It was extremely cold when it entered his mouth, but it turned into a burning sensation when it entered his throat.
And this great sense of contrast made Zong Zhengyu get some realism back.
His left hand was in his pyjama pocket, and his right hand was holding a wine glass. His expression was solemn as he stared at the beautiful scenery outside the French window.
The light outside the window refracted in, making his look even more stunning.
However, his deep eyes hid an unfathomable depth.
It was like an abyss, mysterious and dangerous.
His eyes were invitingly inquisitive and intimidating in their danger.
At this moment, Zong Zhengyu’s mind was filled with scenes from his dream.
This dream had messed up his thoughts.
He rarely dreamed.
To be exact, he had always been having a bad sleep.
Firstly, he had been suffering from headaches and chronic illnesses for many years.
Although it was rare for him to go into a frenzied, irrational state as he had done in the previous days, he had been suffering from headaches.
Thinking about the dream, he felt the nerves in his brain twitch in pain.
Zong Zhengyu put down his wine cup and rubbed his forehead, but it still couldn’t relieve the pain.
He didn’t know if it was because of that dream that he shouldn’t have had, or the title that hadn’t appeared in his life for a long time.
Zong Zhengyu was about to go to the cupboard to get the medicine but realised that he had just had a drink, so he gave up.
Just as he retracted his gaze, he saw something strange at the crack of the door.
Zong Zhengyu frowned slightly and walked towards the door.
As soon as he opened the door, a tiny body fell in.
And the owner of this body had just appeared in his impurity dream, stirring up his mind till now.
Mu Anan was sitting at the door of Zong Zhengyu’s room with her body curled up. She was in a daze with her body completely leaning against the door. When Zong Zhengyu opened the door, she fell in.
Lying on the ground with his head raised, she looked at Zong Zhengyu who was standing there expressionlessly.
Well…
It was a little awkward.
Mu Anan propped up her face and waved at Zong Zhengyu, “Good morning. Oh, no. Good evening, Seventh Master.”
Zong Zhengyu did not speak.
Mu Anan continued to smile awkwardly, “I can’t sleep.”
Zong Zhengyu still did not say anything, but he picked Mu Anan up from the ground, brought her back to the room, and placed her on the sofa.
Mu Anan peeked at Zong Zhengyu several times.
Without waiting for Seventh Master to ask first, she confessed, “I can’t sleep, so I want to talk to you about something.”
After saying that, she looked at Zong Zhengyu nervously.
When she was young, Mu Anan often had nightmares and could not fall asleep. When she woke up, she would sit in front of the seventh master’s door.
However, he would always bring her back to her room.
In the past, Seventh Master would let her sleep in his room.
Later on, when she grew up, he stopped.
However, if she couldn’t sleep at night, Seventh Master would still bring her back to her room and talk to her.
But Mu Anan was very nervous today.
Zong Zhengyu went to the bar counter to get the whiskey, while giving Mu Anan a glass of milk.
“Seventh Master, I want to drink too.”
Mu Anan had just made her request when Zong Zhengyu gave her a look.
Mu Anan fell silent and lowered her head to drink her milk quietly.
She didn’t say anything, and Seventh Master didn’t take the initiative to speak either.
The two of them sat on the sofa, one drinking milk and the other drinking wine.
It seemed to be quiet and harmonious, except Mu Anan was peeking at Zong Zhengyu.
“What do you want to say?”
Zong Zhengyu spoke first. He glanced at Mu Anan and caught her peeking at him. She moved her eyes away somewhat sheepishly.
However, it was only a few seconds before she gritted her teeth and faced Zong Zhengyu again.
“Seventh Master, I want to talk… talk about Zhong Ting.”
“Hmm?” Zong Zhengyu frowned slightly.
Mu Anan mustered up her courage to bring up the matter again, “That day, your illness acted up….”
