A dull thud interrupted the fierce montum in the room. Sheng Jianan lifted himself up, his eyes blazing with anger, "Tang Yanqi, are you trying to murder your husband?"
Tang Yanqi blinked her big eyes, oh please, was he really serious? She was the one who got scared.
"You... what are you doing?"
Tang Yanqi had already taken advantage of the chaos to push Sheng Jianan away. She sat up, gripping the blanket with both hands, and curled up, looking at Sheng Jianan with full alertness.
The panic in her eyes was undeniable, unlike her usual calm and composed self. Sheng Jianan suddenly felt a bit frustrated—what did it an for her to look at him with such a guarded expression?
Did she see him as a bad guy who was trying to bully her?
He, Sheng Jianan, had always been a favored son of the heavens. There was no shortage of won he could have. Yet, this one in front of him didn’t appreciate it?
Sheng Jianan’s face turned completely dark. He turned over, got out of bed, turned his back to Tang Yanqi, and spoke with an icy tone, "Tang Yanqi, put away your victim expression. I’m not interested in you, I’m just a normal man. If you don’t want to touch you, stay away from ."
After saying that, Sheng Jianan took a long stride and walked out. The door slamd shut with a loud bang, leaving Tang Yanqi feeling like the back of her head was throbbing.
She stared blankly at the now closed door. What did that an?
He wasn’t interested in her, she knew that. But what did it an for him to say he’s just a normal man?
Tang Yanqi was dazed for a mont, then regained her composure. People said that n sotis couldn’t control themselves, so Sheng Jianan’s hugging and kissing her was all just his body’s instincts; it wasn’t his intention, right?
And her behavior just now must have challenged Young Master Sheng’s pride, right?
Tang Yanqi slowly shrank back into the blanket. She seed to have angered Sheng Jianan.
Feeling a bit clogged up inside, Tang Yanqi reached out to rub her chest. What’s wrong with her?
She never sought Sheng Jianan’s affection. From the day she married him, she had been provoking him. But why did it feel so painful now that she had angered him?
Was it because she’d been in contact with Sheng Jianan too much recently? Or because his attitude towards her had softened sowhat recently?
Is it easy to go from frugality to extravagance and hard from extravagance to frugality?
Tang Yanqi curled up her body, her nose tingling again. She quickly closed her eyes and forced herself to swallow the bitterness in her heart.
This night seed to have pushed everything back to square one...
The next day, Tang Yanqi woke up, and it was almost nine o’clock. She propped herself up to sit. As for when she fell asleep last night, even Tang Yanqi didn’t know. Her head felt much better, not as dizzy as before.
After washing up, Tang Yanqi went downstairs. She didn’t see any sign of Sheng Jianan. The bandage on her head had already been removed, so she wasn’t worried about Mrs. Zhang noticing anything. She walked to the dining table and sat down. Mrs. Zhang quickly brought breakfast over.
"Thank you."
Mrs. Zhang poured a glass of milk for Tang Yanqi, hesitated for a mont, and then asked, "Young Madam, did you and Young Master have a fight?"
Tang Yanqi had just put a piece of bread in her mouth when she suddenly choked and turned to look at Mrs. Zhang, who continued to say, "Young Master didn’t look well when he went out this morning."
Tang Yanqi felt a jolt in her heart, but said nothing. Mrs. Zhang seed to realize her slip of the tongue and stopped talking. Tang Yanqi quietly finished her breakfast. She had already asked for leave yesterday and didn’t plan to take more leave today. She went upstairs to change clothes and get ready to go out.
Just as she walked out of the villa’s garden and reached the main gate, a black car stopped in front of her.
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