The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

For three meals a day, Aunt Zhao will prepare the food, put it on the table, then knock on the door of the room, and leave without saying a word. Taking care of Xia Beiqin’s work, she will strictly follow the requirements on the post-it notes. .

Since Hua Yidong left, Xia Beiqing has hardly come out again. Shen Zhiyu stands in front of the window every day, staring at the diagonally opposite side forever, but can't wait for Xia Beiqing's figure.

The sky was getting dark, and Shen Zhiyu casually stuffed two mouthfuls of rice. During this time, his appetite had not been good.

A crescent moon was already hanging in the night sky, Shen Zhiyu came to the room, opened the curtains, opened the window, and the night breeze blew on his face. He looked diagonally across, but saw that Xia Beiqin's room was still dark.

According to normal circumstances, at this point in time, he should turn on the light. Could it be that he fell asleep so early? Is there any physical discomfort?

Shen Zhiyu's heart became uneasy. He stood at the window and waited for a long time, staring at the dark window opposite, expecting it to light up quickly.

After waiting for about an hour, Shen Zhiyu's cheeks were blown cold by the wind. He was really worried. He hesitated for a moment, made up his mind, and turned to leave the room.

In the dark night, Shen Zhiyu’s figure crossed the road and rushed to the opposite apartment. He panted, raised his hand, but stopped again. He didn’t know if Xia Beiqing would see him. Angry, but he just wants to see him safe and sound.

As long as you know that he is okay, it doesn't matter if you can't see him.

After struggling for a while, Shen Zhiyu knocked on the door of the apartment. Soon, the door was opened, and a middle-aged aunt in plain clothes stood inside.

Shen Zhiyu heard Huayi mentioned it before, and guessed that this should be Aunt Zhao.

Aunt Zhao didn't know Shen Zhiyu, and asked in confusion, "Hello, who do you call?"

"BeiQin...Is BeiQin okay?" Shen Zhiyu asked eagerly.

Aunt Zhao suddenly realized and smiled enthusiastically: "It turns out to be Mr. Xia's friend, come in and sit down."

Shen Zhiyu lowered his head: "It's okay, I won't go in anymore. I just want to know what is going on with Beiqin now."

"Mr. Xia's condition..." Aunt Zhao turned her head and looked into the living room. She didn't know what she saw, and suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, I prepared the dinner for Mr. Xia, why he hasn't moved! "

Hearing this, Shen Zhiyu couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed into the door with his leg pulled out, and suddenly saw the food on the dining table in the living room. It was cold, but he hadn't moved at all.

Aunt Zhao said in astonishment: "I obviously knocked on the door, Mr. Xia can't do without dinner."

With that, she hurried out of the room again and knocked on the door gently.

"Mr. Xia? Why don't you eat? Where did I make it taste bad? You can tell me."

There was no response from the room.

Aunt Zhao called again: "Mr. Xia? Are you okay?"

Still nothing happened.

"This..." Aunt Zhao had never encountered this situation before, and was a little at a loss for a while, so she could only look at Shen Zhiyu with a look of help.

Shen Zhiyu walked over and directly pushed the door open.

There was no light in the room, it was dim, only the moonlight came in from the window, illuminating the shadow of the person on the bed.

Standing at the door, Shen Zhiyu took a deep breath, as if mustering great courage, and cautiously called out: "Northern..."

There was no movement of the figure on the bed.

Shen Zhiyu slowly raised his foot and stepped in.