His and Her Forever Love - Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Stay Away From Her or Face the Consequences

“Do you know who I am? How dare you do this to me!” he yelled angrily, raising his hand to gently touch the side of his face that had been boxed.

At that moment, the rear window of the black sports car was wound down slowly to reveal a cool, handsome face.

Shen Jiayu looked at the person in the car and was wide-eyed with shock.

“J-Jiang Beihan?”

Although Shen Jiayu had only met him once, that aura of imposing power surrounding Jiang Beihan was so intense and unforgettable that he would never be mistaken in identifying him as Jiang Beihan!

“Stay far away from her, or face the consequences,” Jiang Beihan said, eyeing him coldly. Although there was no inkling of emotion in Jiang Beihan’s words, Shen Jiayu nonetheless felt a thin layer of sweat building up on his forehead.

Naturally, he knew that the ‘her’ that Jiang Beihan had referred to was Song Wenxin.

…

With luggage in tow, Song Wenxin arrived at the hillside villa. However, since it was still quite early, Jiang Beihan had not returned yet.

Having deposited her luggage, Soong Wenxin proceeded to explore the area where Jiang Beihan stored his clothes and accessories.

He did not have a lot of clothes in the wardrobe and most of them were of a monotonous range consisting of suits, shirts, and jackets.

Even the color scheme was monotonous, with most of the clothes in cool colors.

Although the look, style, and material of the clothes were not bad at all, Song Wenxin—a student of fashion design—couldn’t help feeling that it was a little regrettable.

She felt that it was a waste not to take advantage of that magnificent physical frame and good-looking face. In fact, that physique could actually offer plenty of opportunities for creative development.

With his excellent frame and facial features being so uniquely exquisite, his clothes—cut simply in a monotonous color scheme and style, instead of downplaying his good looks—gave Jiang Beihan a heightened sense of subtle charm.

…

Having explored his walk-in wardrobe, Song Wenxin returned to his bedroom where she took out the package containing the yarn that she had bought earlier that day.

Since she did not know Jiang Beihan’s preference for colors, she had bought yarn in many different colors.

Having explored his walk-in wardrobe, Song Wenxin discovered that his clothes trended toward dark colors and simple cuts, leading to her decision to pick a dark grey yarn to knit his scarf.

The color that she had chosen would be a perfect match for the clothes in the walk-in wardrobe.

With that thought, Song Wenxin took out her knitting needles and started knitting the scarf.

Every year, during the winter, Song Wenxin would knit some items for her family members. Sometimes, she would make them scarves; at other times, she would make them things like sweaters or gloves.

With all the practice accumulated over the years, she had become quite an expert at the craft.

In today’s society, knitting was not a craft that most modern women were capable of. But, for Song Wenxin, it turned out to be a very simple task to accomplish.

…

It was already dark by the time Jiang Beihan returned to the villa. He found his bedroom lit up and Song Wenxin settled on the sofa inside.

While across from the sofa, a variety show was being aired on the television that they had bought recently.

Approaching her slowly, he noticed that she was busy knitting something, so engrossed in her work that she did not even realize that he was there.

He stopped about two meters away from her and just stood there, looking at her with his eyes lowered.

He hated noise, too much light, and also having anyone in his space.

But now, in this current scenario, he did not feel put off… he found that he actually rather liked this feeling.

The well-lit bedroom, a program airing on the television, and a woman sitting on the sofa, knitting something…

Although the volume of the television was a tad high, the sight of the woman sitting on the sofa gave him, for some unfathomable reason, a sense of peace.

…

Keeping her head lowered as she worked on the scarf, Song Wenxin had not noticed Jiang Beihan at all until she roused from her engrossed state.

She shot a glance first at the television set before realizing that someone was standing beside her.

Scared out of her wits, she gasped, “When did you come in? You didn’t make a sound!”