Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

Chapter 67 - You’re Not Having Insomnia Because You Miss Luosang too Much, Are You?

Chapter 67: You’re Not Having Insomnia Because You Miss Luosang too Much, Are You?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“I doubt that. Can a person really be so good?” Ye Chun pouted and said, “Even if she was really so capable, she might have been ugly.”

“No one has seen her,” said someone else.

“Let’s move our things away from the empty bed,” said Yan Su, who hadn’t talked the whole time.

Luosang turned back to look at her with surprise. Yan Su was a pretty girl with long and straight black hair. Her voice was special and penetrative.

“You have a beautiful voice,” said Luosang.

“You have good ears.” Tang Ning chuckled and said, “Su’s voice is known as the best in the music faculty.”

At that moment, Luosang noticed a scornful look in Ye Chuen’s eyes. She sighed silently, feeling that the relationships between the college students were quite complicated as well. But then again, all of these girls would step into the most complicated industry in the world someday, so it was a good thing for them to learn to deal with complicated relationships before that.

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Back in Tianhu Villa

When Nian Junting came back from work, he came to a prepared dinner by Sister Lan as usual. However, he felt quite uncomfortable and had no appetite.

He sat by the large dining table alone. Before, Luosang always sat by his side with a great appetite. She was never picky about food.

At first, he felt that she was annoying, but after spending a while watching her eat, his appetite increased a little.

After dinner, he continued doing his work in the study. He felt thirsty, so he called Luosang’s name without thinking.

“Luosang, come and fill my teacup.”

Steward Wu filled his cup and kindly reminded him, “Young Master, Luosang has left.”

Nian Junting turned back and saw Steward Wu’s wrinkled face. Suddenly, he lost the mood to continue reading the files on his desk.

He never had this feeling before, but now, he could see Luosang in every corner of his villa.

She would match his clothes, peel fruits for him, cook, make tea, massage him, and she would accompany him in work...

At night, Nian Junting strangely suffered insomnia again. The next day, when he went to the company, Xiao Si saw the pair of dark circles under his eyes and joked about it.

“Ahyaya, Luosang has left. You’re not missing her so much at night that you can’t even sleep, are you?”

Nian Junting glanced at him coldly and expressionlessly, and responded, “Do you think that’s possible?”

Xiao Si snorted silently when he heard him. Yeah, you just keep pretending that you don’t miss her at all. Yesterday, the secretaries from your office said that you called Luosang’s name a few times during work. Don’t think I don’t know about that. “Then it must because the night was too long and you were too lonely to fall asleep. Now, no one will limit your freedom. How about we go to a club tonight and play mahjong?” he said.

“What do you mean that no one will limit my freedom?” Nian Junting said unhappily, “Who dares do that?”

“Hm, yeah, Luosang didn’t limit your freedom, but she did manage to make you follow her words,” thought Xiao Si.

“Alright, alright, I shouldn’t say that. No one dares limit your freedom. So are you going or not?” Xiao Si said while rolling his eyes.

Nian Junting suddenly felt that it would be quite boring for him to go back to Tianhu Villa again, so he thought for a moment and nodded.

At night, he played mahjong till eleven o’clock, then went back home. The next morning, he was woken up by stomach ache and had diarrhea.

Steward Wu hurriedly called Doctor Han over. After diagnosing, Doctor Han told Nian Junting, “You have caught a cold. Look after yourself at night; the weather is changing dramatically in spring.”

“What cold? I must have eaten something bad.” Nian Junting’s face was occupied by unhappiness. “It must be that beef noodle soup from the small restaurant. I knew I couldn’t go to a restaurant graded B for hygiene level, but Luosang insisted.”

“Eh-hem,” Steward Wu coughed slightly and said, “That... You had the noodles the day before yesterday, so if it’s because of the noodles, you should have started feeling unwell yesterday.”

“And Lusang didn’t ask go to that restaurant, you did,” thought Steward Wu.

Young Master, do you think it’s appropriate for you to call white black like this?