Out of respect for his ntor, Sheng Jianan didn’t arrogantly leave early, but sitting below, he had no interest in what people were saying up there, so out of boredom, he took out his phone to browse dostic news, yet found nothing of substance.
Sheng Jianan opened WeChat, which he had but rarely used, just glancing at it out of extre boredom, unexpectedly seeing that Tang Yanqi had posted sothing in her Monts.
Calculating the ti, it should be dawn in China now, right? This woman still isn’t asleep?
Sheng Jianan had been busy flying around these past two days, attending many events and parties with his ntor. Adding the jet lag to it, it had been two days since he last heard that woman’s voice.
Previously he hadn’t felt much, but now looking at the girl in the photo, an indescribable restlessness coursed through Sheng Jianan.
The girl in the photo, with a gentle smile and a gracious deanor, just made people feel very comfortable.
Tang Yanqi didn’t possess that kind of appearance that would instantly strike one as a pure and innocent girl, but everything about her exuded a clean aura, sothing that couldn’t be faked.
She was intelligent, with a clarity about her.
As Sheng Jianan gazed at the photo, the corners of his mouth lifted involuntarily. He regretted it; he shouldn’t have listened to that woman’s words and should have taken her along regardless. That way, maybe these boring speeches wouldn’t seem so tedious.
"Sheng, is that your wife?"
Before he knew it, soone had co to his side. Sheng Jianan turned his head and saw that it was indeed his ntor. Rarely, Sheng Jianan nodded politely and replied in fluent English, "Yes, my wife."
"She’s very beautiful. Using a Chinese expression, you’re a talented man and a beautiful lady."
"Thank you."
His ntor’s Chinese wasn’t very fluent, sounding a bit awkward. But the smile on Sheng Jianan’s face grew brighter.
He felt an inexplicable pride, sothing he had never experienced in over twenty years of his life, clearly doing nothing but receiving a complint about his wife.
Beautiful?
Honestly, Sheng Jianan had seen won far more beautiful than Tang Yanqi, like the campus belle of XX School, the first beauty of XX Country, or even the world’s top supermodel, and so on.
But now... he realized that he couldn’t recall what those won looked like, whereas every smile and frown of Tang Yanqi was etched deeply in his mind.
Feeling more and more anxious, Sheng Jianan turned his head, "Professor, I’m sorry, but I have sothing to attend to and need to return ho."
In the villa, Tang Yanqi, who had finally fallen asleep, never expected that because of a casual photo and a single Monts post, soone would rush back from across the ocean in a flurry.
In the morning, despite going to bed late, Tang Yanqi got up early.
Qi Cheng was still asleep. Tang Yanqi quietly got out of bed to wash up. Downstairs, Mrs. Zhang saw her co down and had already prepared breakfast: "Young Madam, are you ready to eat now?"
Looking at the breakfast on the table, Tang Yanqi nodded slightly.
Sheng Jianan liked Western-style things, so breakfasts had usually been Western-oriented. But since the day he said he wanted her to give him a child, breakfasts at the villa had turned into all kinds of nutritious als.
It seed that Sheng Jianan was indeed very concerned about the "child" matter, which made sense. As long as it was a request made by Mr. Sheng, he always took it very seriously, no matter how much he didn’t want to, he would definitely do it.
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