The air in the car suddenly beca hot and stuffy. Tang Yanqi stared blankly at Sheng Jianan; she didn’t expect Sheng Jianan to speak out so bluntly.
Admit it?
Should I admit it?
But if I admit it, then what?
The red light ahead turned green, and there was a string of honking sounds from behind. Sheng Jianan didn’t show any intention to move the car. Tang Yanqi understood he was waiting for her to answer.
Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, she pressed her lips together and spoke, "Mm, I heard."
"So...?"
In the dim light, Sheng Jianan’s eyes appeared exceptionally bright, even brighter than the diamond on her neck. Such brightness made Tang Yanqi feel there was nowhere to hide.
Her fingernails seed to be digging into her palms. Finally, Tang Yanqi honestly said, "I don’t know."
Yes, she doesn’t know!
Does she like Sheng Jianan? Yes!
He is the first, and also the only boy she liked.
But feelings aren’t that simple. Sheng Jianan said he liked her, and she should imdiately express her feelings? That’s the theory, but reality is not that simple.
It’s too easy to say you like soone, but after saying it, then what?
Can she and Sheng Jianan really go on together?
This, Tang Yanqi never believed.
If you really like soone, you wouldn’t want to beco a burden to them.
If you really like soone, when you can’t guarantee the purity of your feelings, you wouldn’t want to speak out.
If you really like soone, you think more about the future, not the present.
The only answer Tang Yanqi can give Sheng Jianan now is "I don’t know."
She never thought that one day, Sheng Jianan would say he likes her. Maybe this affection is just liking, or even just fondness, but this is sothing Tang Yanqi never dared to hope for.
It’s like the expensive candy in the shop window when she was young—sothing she wanted so much, desired so much, but couldn’t have, couldn’t afford. Over ti, that longing turned into a luxury.
A luxury is sothing you admire on tiptoe for so long that you get tired and gradually plant your feet flat on the ground.
And when one day, that piece of candy is in your hands, you find that you no longer want it as much as you did at first. More than anything, you feel reluctant to eat it.
Tang Yanqi’s thoughts went a thousand turns; Sheng Jianan didn’t know. He only knew that this "I don’t know" wasn’t the answer he wanted. Born with a temperantal disposition, he felt a bit unhappy inside.
But seeing Tang Yanqi’s quiet deanor with her lowered eyelids, Sheng Jianan pursed his lips and swallowed back his displeasure, burying it with the roar of the car’s engine on the way back.
Tang Yanqi knew he was throwing a tantrum. Such a prideful person, so aloof. In Sheng Jianan’s logic, if he confessed his feelings, she should evidently rush toward him.
However...
Tang Yanqi chuckled wryly to herself, what kind of frigging logic is that.
When they arrived back at the villa, Sheng Jianan got out of the car and slamd the door shut behind him.
This was also the first ti in a while that he didn’t open the car door for her.
Tang Yanqi didn’t mind and got out of the car on her own, following him in.
Sheng Jianan was already out of sight in the living room; only Mrs. Zhang stood at the entrance, looking awkward.
"Mrs. Zhang, you haven’t gone to rest yet?"
During Tang Yanqi’s ti here, she had gotten familiar with Mrs. Zhang. Mrs. Zhang responded with a nod, then spoke, "Young Madam, did you and the Young Master have a fight?"
Tang Yanqi didn’t explain, just smiled at Mrs. Zhang, "It’s nothing."
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