Tang Yanqi quietly accompanied Mr. Sheng, without saying a word, waiting for the old man’s next words.
"But the more a child like this, the less he knows what he really wants. Those things that ordinary people pursue all their lives, he’s had them since birth."
Mr. Sheng said, reaching out to take Tang Yanqi’s hand, and patted it lovingly: "Child, trust this old man with poor eyesight. You will be the one Jianan wants."
Tang Yanqi was slightly startled. She was moved by the old man’s focused and sincere expression, but quickly, she sneered inwardly. Although Mr. Sheng had experienced much, Tang Yanqi trusted his judgnt, but clearly, he was wrong this ti.
A long ti ago, he already knew there was soone in Sheng Jianan’s heart, and that person was the one he truly wanted.
But Tang Yanqi wouldn’t say it, because it’s Sheng Jianan’s secret, and her own helplessness. To speak of it would only be to expose her wound and might even cause the old man guilt and unease.
Inside the room, Sheng Jianan stood at the window, his gaze falling on the two people talking in the courtyard. From afar, he could see the gentle smile on Tang Yanqi’s face and the loving expression on his grandfather’s face.
His family’s old man was a treasure; the grandfather and grandson were used to bickering. But Sheng Jianan knew his grandfather only showed such a smile when he truly liked soone.
Such a smile, even Sheng Jiayu, the legitimate granddaughter of the Sheng Family, never received. This showed his grandfather truly cherished Tang Yanqi.
This was sothing Sheng Jianan used to resent the most, but now, for so reason, looking at the harmonious scene over there, he didn’t seem to mind so much.
He and Tang Yanqi’s marriage wouldn’t last long; since the old man liked her, he decided to spend this year making him happy.
Sheng Jianan lowered his eyes and suddenly smiled. Tang Yanqi was better than he expected; at least she wasn’t clingy, and she was quite interesting, wasn’t she?
Thinking of how she often left him speechless, and her serious nonsensical talks, Sheng Jianan’s smile deepened. He glanced over as Tang Yanqi pushed Mr. Sheng toward the house, and his mischievous, flippant deanor returned.
Dinner was cozy, and after they finished eating, Sheng Jianan chatted with Mr. Sheng for a while before the Sheng Family ca to take the old man back to the ancestral ho.
Before leaving, Mr. Sheng held Tang Yanqi’s hand, no longer in the loving manner he had before, but with the deanor of a playful old man: "Yanqi, if this kid dares to bully you, rember to hit him. If he dares to fight back, call this old man up. I’ll send soone to deal with him."
Tang Yanqi smiled, knowing it was the old man’s joke, but she was still touched. In the Tang Family, no one had ever protected her like this, whether sincerely or jokingly.
Sheng Jianan leaned casually against the pillar, speaking flippantly: "Old man, a gentleman uses his words, not his fists. You’re teaching my wife to be deceitful?"
Sheng Jianan spoke quite casually, but Tang Yanqi’s hand unconsciously tightened a little.
My wife?
He said it so naturally.
She glanced sideways at Sheng Jianan; the man’s face still showed that arrogant, dissolute deanor. Tang Yanqi sighed inwardly; in terms of acting, she truly lost to him by miles. This man easily outperford her by a long shot.
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