Zhou Chengze opened his mouth, trying to offer so advice, but he knew Sheng Jianan’s temper well. He was the favored one, soone who had left without a word, torturing him for three years. Now that he was back, it was only reasonable for Sheng Jianan to lose his temper.
But losing his temper might not work with a person as indifferent as Tang Yanqi.
Yet, over these past three years, they had seen Sheng Jianan change. He had beco more mature and reserved, as if he had grown up imnsely overnight. Zhou Chengze, who always considered himself an experienced man, suddenly didn’t know what to say.
Suddenly, Sheng Jianan’s voice pierced the silence: "What do you say is wrong with ? Why doesn’t she like ?"
"..."
Zhou Chengze had heard similar words many tis. If soone else heard them, they’d think it’s asking for a beating.
Sheng Jianan not good?
Aside from having a bit of a bad temper, there was nothing wrong with him, and even that was overshadowed by the various halos that surrounded him.
But looking at Sheng Jianan, as a man, Zhou Chengze understood. This was a man’s insecurity in front of the one he loves.
They were all proud; they had the right to be. But only in front of that woman would they feel insecure.
Originally, Zhou Chengze thought only he felt that way, so he didn’t even dare to admit his own feelings. Now it was Sheng Jianan’s turn.
"Brother Nan, well... she’s back now, let everything unfold slowly."
Sheng Jianan chuckled self-deprecatingly: "She wants to leave again."
"Ah? Where does she... she want to go?"
Sheng Jianan uttered nothing, but after a few monts, scoffed coldly: "How the heck should I know? But she’s just thinking about it."
He won’t let go again. Even if he has to bind her, he won’t let that woman leave his side, not even half a step.
They hadn’t divorced yet. He was still her legitimate, lawfully protected husband.
Sheng Jianan spent the entire night on Zhou Chengze’s sofa, and Su Anle wasn’t much better off.
Sitting distracted on the bedroom’s big bed, nearing midnight, Mrs. Zhang ca up to deliver a glass of milk.
"Young Madam, you’re finally back. You have no idea, ever since you left, the young master has been like a different person. The old gentleman’s death hit him hard, but I could see that your departure affected him even more. Thankfully, thankfully, you’re back now."
Su Anle did not respond to Mrs. Zhang’s words, and Mrs. Zhang said nothing more, just telling her to "rest early" before leaving.
She raised her eyes to take in every detail of the bedroom.
She rembered marrying Sheng Jianan and never felt she could beco the master here. On the first night after the wedding, she calmly went to the guest room, and by so twist of fate, she ended up staying here, and later, she couldn’t leave.
Sheng Jianan’s changes toward her had plunged her into the whirlpool of love, starting to beco greedy, to dream, to really see herself as the master here.
Then... the dream shattered.
Su Anle lowered her eyelashes, recalling her reunion with her friend, Bai Bing’s words, "Tangtang, I really think he has feelings for you."
She had eyes; she could see it.
She even knew that if she stayed now, she and Sheng Jianan could go back to the way they were, and those hurtful words and past storms would be swept away by these three years of ti.
But what about the future?
If they encounter sothing again that makes him upset, can she just return to where she ca from?
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