Chapter 64: Divine

Song Huan Yan froze for a moment, not understanding why; she stared at the screen for a while, but there was no response.

Song Huan Yan placed her phone on the nightstand, lay down and hugged a big body pillow.

It must be something urgent.

Nan Gong Yu stood up and looked at the few people behind him.

The few immediately lowered their eyes and dared not breathe.

Nan Gong Yu took his phone and left.

The phone rang again; Song Huan Yan sat up, reached for it, and opened it.

Nan Gong Yu looked at her and said, "Are you angry?"

The video call was cut off abruptly without warning as soon as it connected; anyone would be annoyed.

Song Huan Yan replied, "No. It must be something urgent, right?"

Nan Gong Yu's lips twitched slightly, his gaze appreciative, "It's not urgent. I was in a meeting; a few people were standing behind me just now."

Song Huan Yan raised an eyebrow, "I see."

Is it because the people behind him might see her in a nightgown?

Thinking of that, Song Huan Yan hurriedly lowered her head to check, tugged at the nightgown collar, then simply pulled the blanket over herself and said, "You're in a meeting? Would that disturb you?"

"It's fine," Nan Gong Yu said, "I can pause the meeting for a while."

"Oh." Song Huan Yan nodded.

Nan Gong Yu looked at her and suddenly said, "Sorry for leaving you alone in the empty room."

For someone so lofty and cold, to suddenly utter "alone in the empty room" was truly striking.

Especially since he was still looking at her, saying it with such solemnity and icy composure.

And she was on the big bed he always slept on…

Song Huan Yan felt her face heat up again and hurriedly said, "It's okay, of course work is more important."

Nan Gong Yu nodded, "Alright. We have plenty of time ahead."

Song Huan Yan pursed her lips and could only reply, "Mm."

But her face grew even hotter.

I really don't know whether he meant to flirt, or it was accidental, or I'm overthinking—it's just too much inner drama…

Seeing his calm, unruffled expression as he stared at her, Song Huan Yan urged, "You should go to the meeting quickly."

Nan Gong Yu finally lowered his gaze, "Alright, get some rest early."

The two hung up.

In fact, they only exchanged a few words, and Song Huan Yan never got the chance to bring up the matter she'd been wanting to tell him…

He's too busy.

He only contacts her when he can squeeze out time; as for the wedding, there's even less time to discuss.

Song Huan Yan exited the chat window and discovered that Meng Zhangfeng had sent her a message, along with several friend requests.

She opened Meng Zhangfeng's chat.

Meng Zhangfeng said, "Young Madam, I've added the other three assistants for you. Sorry, I've been busy and forgot; please forgive me!"

Nan Gong Yu was in a meeting, with the four main assistants beside him.

He had just answered the call and hung up, then took his phone and went to the lounge.

Meng Zhangfeng only then remembered the matter and, seizing a free moment, hurried to have a few people add Song Huan Yan.

Song Huan Yan replied, "Alright, no problem."

She also forgot about it.

Song Huan Yan added all three.

Chu Yue, Guo Xing, Xu Yunzheng.

With Meng Zhangfeng added, they indeed completed the phrase "Chasing Stars, Pursuing the Moon, Winds Rise, Clouds Surge."

The big boss is particular.

Song Huan Yan clicked into the few people's Moments.

Most of them were about work, but some also showed bits of daily life—food, scenery, group meals, team‑building, etc.

However, they all shared a common pinned Moment.

It was probably a photo of Nan Gong Yu's back, leading a host of bodyguards, walking grandly amid a sea of admirers.

The back‑view photo was very striking.

Nan Gong Yu is already tall with long legs and a long torso; his figure is flawless, his whole stature like jade, and his aura outstanding.

His presence is especially powerful.

Being surrounded by so many admirers only amplifies his kingly aura.

He turned his face slightly, perhaps speaking to someone, but the shot captured only his flawless facial lines, not his features—full‑on boss vibe.

The caption also reads uniformly: "Divine."

Song Huan Yan pursed her lips, and for some unknown reason felt a small thrill inside.

They… must also greatly admire Nan Gong Yu, right?

In Chu Yue's Moments, Song Huan Yan was the last to view.

Her Moments were a bit interesting.

The pinned one was the same as the other assistants'.

But the second post was her own.

She posted a photo showing most of her back, with a clearly visible red mark.

It was beaten with a stick...

Check the time; it's the one that was punished and beaten last time.

Her figure is indeed excellent.

But the copy left Song Huan Yan speechless; she said: "Love's scourge."

Song Huan Yan rubs her temples; she's been beaten, and still love?

Fine, respect others' thoughts.

A few assistants also commented.

Meng Zhangfeng sent a smiling emoji.

Guo Xing posted a question mark.

Xu Yunzheng also posted a question mark, asking, "Whose love?"

Chu Yue replied: Imperial Grandpa.

Xu Yunzheng replied with a string of ellipses, then said: "Congratulations, not bad, you're sick, please block me, thank you."

Chu Yue sent an emoji.

After reading it, Song Huan Yan was completely at a loss for words; this Xu Yunzheng must also be a girl.

The two seem to be in harmony, yet also not very amicable; it's somewhat specific but indescribable.

Song Huan Yan left her circle of friends, neither pleased nor angry.

Just feels a bit strange.

She was beaten, and the wound on her back was so severe it showed.

The point might actually not be the wound, but the exposed back.

Chu Yue's post in the circle probably wasn't meant for her to see, right?

But what's especially, especially interesting is…

The post right above this one is Nan Gong Yu's pinned back view.

Placed together, it's… an indescribable vibe.

Ambiguity maxed out.

Perhaps… it's Chu Yue's self‑entertainment game?

Did Nan Gong Yu see this post?

She guesses definitely not; Chu Yue definitely only showed it to her and the other three main assistants.

Then should she… go before Nan Gong Yu to expose Chu Yue?

Depends on her mood.

If Chu Yue doesn't provoke her, that's fine; if she does provoke her… then she'll file a complaint.

After a while, Song Huan Yan couldn't sleep and, out of sudden curiosity, clicked into Nan Gong Yu's circle of friends.

After entering, she was startled.

She was stunned.

She really didn't expect it.

Never thought of it either!

Nan Gong Yu's circle profile picture had actually changed.

Originally his profile picture was the Yu Huang Group logo.

Now it's switched to… their wedding rings.

Of course, it's not a photo of them wearing the rings, because they never took one.

Instead, the red ring box is open, showing a photo of a pair of rings inside.

Song Huan Yan's lips tightened.

He really is…

Moreover, he also has a pinned post in his circle.

It's the cover of a red Marriage Certificate, unopened.

Just one, it's his.

Just that quiet, solitary book, with a background of plain white.

He even added a caption.

The copy is as cold as him.

Just two characters: "Finally."

But finally what…

Is it finally completing the indispensable marriage milestone in life's journey?

Or finally marrying the person he wanted to marry?

Or… something else, probably only he knows.

Song Huan Yan watched quietly, without speculating.

She now has the four main assistants on WeChat, so she can see their comments.

A uniform line after line: "Congratulations Imperial Grandpa, may happiness last forever, Hundred-Year Harmony."

Even Chu Yue could only copy‑paste and leave a comment.

Song Huan Yan also has no way of knowing which people Nan Gong Yu's official announcement post was shown to.

But there's no need to pursue it.

Nan Gong Yu at least posted it, and having comments means it wasn't just a show for her alone; that's enough.

…She didn't even post to Moments, yet he posted.

And she only just saw it now....

So should she post?

Song Huan Yan pondered for a while and finally gave up.

Because she didn't know what to say either.

Or, later—let her think for a few days and speak once she's decided.

She needs to think carefully and say something.

Some things ought to leave a trace in one's life.

Like her career, which was barren, but the moment she decided to pick it up, she wanted to leave something behind.

Marriage... is the same.

Even if it's a cultivation game, it should be like that.

Cultivating a marriage, building it by hand, seems... quite interesting.

Not asking for much, just hoping... not to waste this life.

Lying on the big bed reserved for him, a faint, faint scent always lingered in her breath.

It was his scent.

The scent of that lofty, perfectly excellent man....

Mr. Nan Gong Yu, thank you for your generous affection; I will not disappoint your expectations.

Tonight Song Huan Yan couldn't quite fall asleep…

A bit of random thoughts.

Thinking this and that, suddenly… she thought of something.

That statement she couldn't understand back then, and that made no sense.

His words.

She didn't have time to examine it then.

Now it suddenly came to mind.

The line he said before placing the wedding ring on her—"Thank you for No Abandon."

She didn't understand it at the time.

Someone of his stature wouldn't use the words "No Abandon."

A person like him, doesn't he have everything?

If he wishes, what kind of woman wouldn't he have?

Probably many women would be eager, flocking to him like swallows.

But… why did he say that?

Song Huan Yan slightly frowned, turning it over in her mind.

At first she thought his "No Abandon" referred to her own personality.

Like being aloof, not talkative, not initiating topics, basically speaking only when there's something to discuss.

When discussing matters, she actually talks a lot.

She just truly doesn't engage in idle chat.

Or perhaps he's too busy, fearing the other side…

But from these past few days, Song Huan Yan feels that's not the case.

He may not idle chat, but his communication on serious matters is superb.

When busy, he always finds time amidst his busyness to consider the other's feelings.

Moreover, he's thorough, well‑planned, and generous in his actions!

So…

Thinking of this, Song Huan Yan couldn't help but post in the group, discussing it with Sang Wan and Tang Chenge.

When Tang Chenge learned she went to Yu Yuan and slept on Nan Gong Yu's bed, she let out all sorts of shrieks.

She then demanded Song Huan Yan take photos; she forcefully insisted on seeing what the top big boss's Bedroom looks like, to broaden her horizons.

Unable to contain the two's commotion, Song Huan Yan took a few shots.

Sang Wan said, "Damn, the crystal chandelier in the big boss's Bedroom is over thirty million!"

Tang Chenge said, "That bed is over fifty million. Sure enough, it's Nan Gong Yu! Yan Bao, want to sleep! Don't get it wrong, I want to sleep on the bed, not with the person."

Song Huan Yan: "…"

Sang Wan said, "The floor, too. Amazing! Damn, rosewood, my god. Yan Bao, you didn't marry a man; you married a vault."

Tang Chenge burst into laughter, "WTF, Qin Zha Nan that idiot—if he finds out, wouldn't he just spew eight pounds of blood? That rosewood floor, that guy will never step on it in this lifetime!"

Sang Wan said, "Step on it? He might not even be able to see it."

The two had a bout of bickering.

Song Huan Yan pursed her lips, "Stop the fuss, stay calm. Talk business."

Only then did they settle down and conduct an in‑depth study.

Research went on and on.

Tang Chenge said, "Sisters, although I'm embarrassed and reluctant to say this, the towering Nan Gong Yu wouldn't have some indescribable hidden flaw, right? That's why he said 'Thank you for No Abandon'? Otherwise, with his aura, why would he use 'No Abandon'?"

Song Huan Yan: "?"

No… can't…