Chapter 4 Don’t be sentimental

Song Jinshu was stunned.

Shen Yan's grandma was very kind to her, and she was the one who facilitated Shen Yan's marriage to her.

Over the years, everyone around Shen Yan felt that she was his lapdog, and no one had ever looked down upon her. Only Mrs. Shen had always stood by her side and loved her as her own granddaughter.

But they are getting divorced, how should she face Grandma Shen?

Seeing her lowering her head and saying nothing, Shen Yan lost his patience and directly grabbed her wrist and walked to the elevator.

Song Jinshu's wrist hurt when he pulled her, and the skin where he was burned yesterday was scratched. He subconsciously screamed in pain, "Let go!"

Shen Yan's face turned colder, but he pulled her tighter, went downstairs and stuffed her into the car.

"My patience is limited. If you continue to act like this in front of grandma later, don't blame me for being rude to you."

Song Jinshu stumbled and fell into the passenger seat. Looking at Shen Yan's gloomy face, he fastened his seat belt without saying a word.

forget it.

Just because grandma was so good to him, it didn't matter if he pretended to be that way.

Shen Yan probably wouldn't want to delay it for too long anyway, right? Even if he could afford to wait, Su Yuemeng would act like a monster and promote their divorce.

The car quickly drove to the Shen family mansion.

Song Jinshu got out of the car, tried hard to dispel the gloom in his heart, raised a smile and opened the door, "Grandma, are we back?"

"Good boy, come and sit down. Grandma asked Aunt Zhang to stew your favorite cordyceps and black chicken soup!"

Old Mrs. Shen walked up with a smile and reached out to take Song Jinshu's hand, but her eyes suddenly fell on the scratched skin of her wrist.

She frowned immediately and carefully lifted her palm, with a distressed look on her face, "Oh, how did you do this? It's all suppurating!"

Song Jinshu subconsciously wanted to take back his hand, but the old lady looked at her grandson angrily, "Your wife is injured and you don't know how to give her medicine? How can you be a husband?"

As soon as Shen Yan walked in, she was scolded by her grandma, and her face suddenly turned cold.

"What's wrong with you?"

He looked at Song Jinshu with a bad expression, and was thinking about what kind of devil this woman had done to pretend to be pitiful in front of his grandma, when he saw the broken red on her wrists.

Shen Yan was startled, and suddenly remembered the overturned water glass yesterday.

At that time, the water fell on her hand. Was she also burned?

He pursed his lips and said stiffly, "I didn't notice."

Song Jinshu looked at his cold face and laughed at himself.

Also, he only saw Su Yuemeng and her belly that was hit, so how could he see her small injury.

"You didn't notice such a big piece of red?! Why has Jinshu cared about you all these years?"

The old lady's chest was heaving with anger, "You wet your suit while socializing outside. She heard it on the other end of the phone and wanted to bring you clothes so that you wouldn't catch a cold! Last month, the doctor casually said that you had a bad stomach. She tries her best to make medicinal meals for you to nourish your stomach, and every time you come back from socializing, no matter how late it is, she’ll prepare sobering soup for you, so you really care about her!"

Shen Yan clenched her fists unconsciously.

The sobering soup and medicinal diet were made by Song Jinshu himself?

He always thought it was done by the nanny at home. After all, Song Jinshu never said it, and didn't this woman stay in the company all day? Where does the time come from to make this stuff?

Song Jinshu saw his momentary trance and didn't say anything. He just looked away with a calm expression and did not make eye contact with him.

In the past, when the old lady mentioned these things, she would feel aggrieved, but now she just feels ridiculous.

Everything she does seems to be inspired by herself.

He never cared or cared, even if he saw it, he turned a blind eye.

The atmosphere in the living room was tense. The old lady glared at her grandson as if she was in need of steel, "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Bring Jin Shu upstairs to give her some medicine!"

Song Jinshu declined politely, "No, grandma, it's just a minor injury..."

"It's just a minor injury! Every time he sneezes, you spend two hours making ginger soup for him. Your hands are like this. Shouldn't he take care of you?"

The old lady pulled Shen Yan over with a fierce look on her face, "Still standing here? Go quickly!"

Shen Yan pursed her lips, reached out and took Song Jinshu's uninjured hand, and pulled her upstairs.

It was rare for him to have such a gentle movement, his big hand completely wrapped her hand, bringing a dry and comfortable warmth.

Song Jinshu was inexplicably stunned, and the fingertips he held trembled slightly.

She knew clearly that he was acting, but why did she suddenly expect this moment to last a little longer?

She followed him upstairs without saying a word. When he turned around, found the medical kit and came over, she pursed her lips and said, "I'll do it myself."

A sneer escaped Shen Yan's throat, "What? You think grandma hasn't scolded me enough, and you want her to come up and scold me again?"

He opened the medicine box with a cold face, held her fingers in his palm, squeezed the ointment onto her wound, and picked up a cotton swab to apply it.

The broken skin hurt with the slightest touch, and Song Jinshu couldn't help but hissed.

Shen Yan raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, "Pretentious."

Having said that, he couldn't help but relax his hands.

It was rare for the two of them to be so close. Song Jinshu's eyelashes trembled with his thin breath, and he couldn't help but feel a little absent-minded. His fingers couldn't help but curl up.

This was the first time he held her hand, and it might be the last time?

The numb and itchy feeling in the palm of her hand made Shen Yan's body stiffen, and the movement of his hand also stopped.

When he raised his head, he realized that Song Jinshu had his eyes lowered and the ends of his eyes were a little red.

He felt inexplicably restless.

Why are you crying? what happened again? What a hassle!

What else is he doing wrong? Isn't the movement light enough? Any dissatisfaction?

Grinding his teeth, Shen Yan suppressed his anxiety, "You..."

Song Jinshu subconsciously raised his head, and suddenly there was a cool but soft touch on his lips.

Shen Yan suddenly clenched his fists.

The softness on the lips was very unfamiliar, with a faint sweetness. In fact, it was not like they had never been intimate during the years of marriage, but it seemed that they had never held hands, kissed, or hugged each other.

He was lost for a moment and didn't know how to react. Instead, Song Jinshu backed away as if frightened and looked at him in shock.

Why did he suddenly kiss me?

Shen Yan suddenly felt a little unhappy again, and said with a cold face, "Why are you reacting so harshly? What do you think I want to do to you? Who made you raise your head suddenly?"

He wiped his lips in disgust and threw away the cotton swab in his hand, "Don't be so sentimental."

Song Jinshu's hands froze, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a warm smile.

"I know, always have."