However...
Seng Jianan’s mind suddenly conjured up Tang Yanqi’s face, with eyes so clear that they carried a calmness not suited to her age, yet also contained the innocence befitting her years.
Once, at the re ntion of won, the first thing that ca to Sheng Jianan’s mind was the gentle aura of that "her", the faint jasmine scent that lingered, and the few tis he accidentally touched her soft and delicate skin.
But now, Sheng Jianan found that the word "woman" seed to have co alive in his mind.
He could rember soone with tear-filled eyes yet stubbornly refusing to cry, soone holding back laughter with pursed lips, her thin and fragile back, her pure smile, her shy deanor, and...
Sheng Jianan’s face turned slightly red, a small smile played on his lips, sowhat roguishly, her shifting beneath him, hands clutching his shoulders begging for rcy.
Sheng Jianan felt a bit overheated all over; just the thought made him uncomfortable, irritatingly scratching his head, he stepped into the bathroom.
The cold water cascading on him seed unable to extinguish that fla in his heart.
Tang Yanqi... Tang Yanqi...
This na endlessly echoed in his mind; Sheng Jianan couldn’t help but curse under his breath, he really was utterly captivated by her.
Once, "she" was a special presence to him, a special emotion, so he sought her out, so he rembered her.
He also used to think, if he had to marry a woman to beco his Mrs. Sheng, it could only be her.
But then sowhere along the line, things changed.
His Mrs. Sheng is Tang Yanqi, and he, he likes his Mrs. Sheng.
As for Shen Yao.
Sheng Jianan never thought, after so many years, that "she" would still appear. Shen Yao knew he had been blind; Shen Yao took care of him during that ti. She should be that "her," but whether she is or isn’t, Sheng Jianan found that he didn’t have much desire to delve deeper. It seed no longer important.
Now, what he thought more about was, what is that woman doing now?
After spending quite a while in the bathroom, Sheng Jianan finally erged, much calr. He casually grabbed a towel to wipe his hair as his phone chid with an email notification. Sheng Jianan glanced at it, frowning slightly, he replied: [If it’s not top-notch, I don’t want it]
As soon as he replied to the email, his phone rang again. As soon as he answered, a barrage from the other side: "Brother Nan, I beg you to stop tornting , damn, you want clarity, you want carat weight, without a trace of impurity, I say Crown Prince, top-grade diamonds aren’t sothing you can buy with money, it’s about fate, fate, those diamonds are hard to find, damn, I haven’t even seen one all my life."
After the rant from that side, Sheng Jianan raised an eyebrow: "How is that possible? Isn’t the Snow Jellyfish one?"
Silence on the other end for a mont, then ca an even bigger outburst: "Oh my god! Snow Jellyfish, can that be compared? Can it? That’s seen once in a century! You might as well wait another hundred years."
Compared to the agitation on the other side, Sheng Jianan appeared much more composed, leisurely sitting on the bed, pulling the quilt over: "Old Third, increase your efficiency."
"Increase..."
Sheng Jianan finished speaking, then hung up the phone, forcing the other person to swallow back the "damn it" they were about to say.
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