Tang Yanqi glanced at the living room, not seeing Sheng Jianan or Su Weiyi.
"Mrs. Zhang, where are Sheng Jianan and Xiao Yi?"
"Young Madam, the young lady got up this morning and said she wanted to find her godfather, and the Young Master took her to Young Master Zhou’s place."
Who knows what Zhou Chengze has done to charm Su Weiyi, she likes him imnsely, but Tang Yanqi doesn’t mind and walks out, taking a look at the people working on the cars nearby.
Among them is soone Tang Yanqi has seen several tis; he did the performance check on her car.
"Young Madam, good morning."
The man also sees her and respectfully cos over to greet her.
Tang Yanqi smiled slightly, "Morning, what are you doing?"
"Mr. Sheng said he didn’t like the air freshener in the car, so he asked us to co and change it, and clean the car seats while we’re at it."
"Air freshener, huh? I quite like it. Where did you buy it? Can you get one soti?"
"It’s the Madam who brought it. She said Mr. Sheng liked this scent, so we changed it. After the previous one ran out, we switched to another, but Madam brought more a few days ago, so we just changed it recently, yet Mr. Sheng said he doesn’t like it now."
Tang Yanqi’s eyes flashed with understanding, it was about what she thought, these things were either Mrs. Sheng or Shen Yao’s doing.
Originally, she thought it more likely to be Shen Yao, as these kinds of things seed quite childish in her eyes.
There was a touch of coldness in Tang Yanqi’s eyes, but her expression remained gentle, "Alright, you guys carry on, I won’t disturb you more."
One must say, Mrs. Sheng really knows how to play on a woman’s psychology. Sotis, the conflicts between two people don’t need to be earth-shattering or dramatic, like catching an affair at a hotel or witnessing them kissing and hugging — such intense things are actually not that easy to handle.
Take Sheng Jianan and Shen Yao, if such things really happened, if it was truly a misunderstanding, then Sheng Jianan would certainly explain it to her first thing. This way, not only would it not create misunderstandings, but it would also provoke Sheng Jianan’s resentnt.
Instead, it’s those unintended little things, like making her think that in his saddest monts, Sheng Jianan wanted Shen Yao, and not her, or letting Shen Yao’s scent linger on Sheng Jianan’s clothes.
n aren’t particularly sensitive to certain things; they don’t notice them, but won are different.
The wounds are neither big nor painful, just lightly scratched, yet these wounds accumulate over ti, eventually bursting into a widespread infection.
Isn’t her separation from Sheng Jianan just like this?
It wasn’t any particular event that caused it, but a collection of many things.
Returning to the house, Tang Yanqi sat at the dining table, and Mrs. Zhang placed breakfast in front of her. Tang Yanqi picked up the small spoon and took a sip of soup, the coldness in her eyes not yet fully dissipated.
To be honest, she really didn’t understand, why must Sheng Jianan’s mother insist on separating them?
It was this way before, and apparently still is now.
Even after Sheng Jianan clearly expressed his affection, she doesn’t like herself, which is understandable, but her son likes herself — isn’t she even a bit concerned about Sheng Jianan’s feelings?
From major accidents to minor perfu sches, such calculated efforts to separate them led Tang Yanqi to thoughts she had never entertained before.
Although she found it unbelievable, although she thought it utterly absurd, there was a strange sense of credibility to it.
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