This wasn’t the first ti Zhou Chengze asked Sheng Jianan if he had fallen for Tang Yanqi, but it was the first ti Sheng Jianan admitted it so decisively.
Zhou Chengze lowered his head, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Tang Yanqi, protected by Sheng Jianan, would surely be very happy; he had never doubted that.
He was a scumbag who had countless won, but Sheng Jianan was not.
In their circle, a man like Sheng Jianan was a rarity. Faced with the temptations of the outside world, he had never wavered in the slightest.
Previously, whether it was his cold words and deanor at the wedding or his subsequent suspicions and sarcasm toward Tang Yanqi,
it was all simply because he didn’t love her. But now, having admitted he fell, Zhou Chengze believed that as long as that woman also loved Sheng Jianan, then she would beco the most envied woman in the world.
It’s not easy to fall in love with soone, but it’s really easy to fall in love with Sheng Jianan.
After a while, Zhou Chengze collected all his expressions, still looking like a playboy: "Alright, I’ll handle this matter, Brother Nan can enjoy the world with his sister-in-law. Our Young Master Sheng has fallen for a woman, now that’s a major world news. Brother Nan, do you want to give so hush money?"
Sheng Jianan cast a sidelong glance at him: "Please leave in the smoothest way possible, and help close the door on your way out."
Zhou Chengze laughed twice, took the check, and left.
As night deepened, Sheng Jianan, having taken a shower, lay in bed unable to sleep, gazing at the space beside him. He had gotten used to soone being next to him; now that it was empty, he felt uncomfortable.
Thinking of Tang Yanqi’s back always pressed against the edge of the bed, Sheng Jianan couldn’t help but smile a little at the corner of his mouth. He had slept alone for over twenty years and only for a few days with that woman, yet it changed his habits of over twenty years?
Turning onto his back, staring at the ceiling, Sheng Jianan thought he was really going mad. His heart felt full, and outside of work, he had soone to think of and miss. This feeling, though anxious, was beautiful.
Thinking of that person’s calm deanor, that person’s composed manner, that person’s sharp tongue, and even that person’s flustered look, Sheng Jianan found himself involuntarily smiling.
Yet, recalling Tang Yanqi’s shy, flushed cheeks, Sheng Jianan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, feeling sowhat dry and restless.
He turned over to grab his phone, checked the ti, and sent a ssage to Tang Yanqi. After a long ti with no response, Young Master Sheng frowned, sent another ssage, still no reply, sent another, still no reply—he sent eleven ssages in total, none of which were replied to.
Sheng Jianan’s face darkened; it wasn’t even midnight yet, and that woman was already asleep?
The phone remained silent. After waiting a while longer with no response, Sheng Jianan slamd the phone down on the bedside table. Forget it, he gave up, he’d let her off for now and sort her out when they t tomorrow.
As drowsiness set in and he started to fall into a muddled sleep, the phone suddenly chid with a "ding"—a ssage notification sound. Sheng Jianan, who was already drowsy, suddenly awoke, a bright smile on his face as he grabbed the phone from the bedside.
However, upon seeing the ssage on the phone, Young Master Sheng’s face instantly turned dark. It was an advertisent ssage. Sheng Jianan’s thin lips pressed tightly, and without another word, he dialed Qiao Zi’s number.
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