Even though she didn’t know why Sheng Jianan was acting like this, hearing words of love from soone she liked was always an exciting event. On the way back to the villa, Tang Yanqi felt as if she had returned to her younger self, who would blush for half a day just by looking at him or having a little contact.
Before going to sleep, Tang Yanqi received a few photos sent by Qi Cheng—pictures of their embarrassing monts during the wedding night gas. She looked at them and laughed on her bed, holding her phone.
This night, for newlyweds, was happy and romantic, and it was the sa for her and Sheng Jianan, an old married couple.
She slept deeply in the arms of the man, and woke up very early the next day. Since it was the weekend and she didn’t need to go to work, usually when she woke up, Sheng Jianan would still be by her side, whether he was awake or still sleeping.
Tang Yanqi got up, washed, and went downstairs, but there was no sign of Sheng Jianan in the living room.
"Mrs. Zhang, where is Sheng Jianan?"
"The young master just received a call and went to Young Master Zhou’s place."
Su Weiyi stood behind Tang Yanqi, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Upon hearing Mrs. Zhang’s words, the little girl’s eyes instantly brightened, and she tugged at Tang Yanqi’s sleeve: "Mama, Xiao Yi also wants to find Uncle Zhou."
Tang Yanqi patted Su Weiyi’s hair: "Xiao Yi, be good, papa has business with uncle, we shouldn’t disturb them."
The little girl pouted: "But Uncle Zhou promised to take Xiao Yi to see the art exhibit today."
Su Weiyi was always sensible and never unruly. Seeing her conflicted expression, Tang Yanqi felt a bit soft-hearted and patted her: "Alright, go change your shoes, mama will take you there."
Zhou Chengze’s villa was at so distance from theirs, and it took quite a while to get there. The villa’s main door was open, and a part-ti cleaning aunt was tidying up. Tang Yanqi had seen her a few tis and greeted her, asking, "Where is Young Master Zhou?"
"Upstairs, Mr. Sheng is also here."
Tang Yanqi nodded, sat Su Weiyi on the sofa, instructing her to be good, and then started to go upstairs.
The study door was ajar. Just as Tang Yanqi was about to knock, she heard a teasing voice from inside: "Brother Nan, this is like a scene from an annual lodrama. Honestly, when I found out, I was utterly baffled."
Tang Yanqi stopped her hand in mid-air, frowning slightly.
What annual lodrama?
Then she heard Sheng Jianan speak: "Is it very funny?"
His voice was rather hoarse. Tang Yanqi knew this was the sound he made when he was extrely suppressed.
"Not funny? This is damned fate. Your mom used to be Tang Ruhai’s woman, and your wife’s mom was also Tang Ruhai’s woman. This pool is deep, don’t you feel like my head is now full of ridiculous dramas?"
Tang Yanqi frowned more deeply, sothing flashed quickly in her mind. It was a bit uncertain but seed to make sense.
She didn’t push the door open but instead turned around and went back down. She said a few words to Su Weiyi and then looked at the cleaning aunt: "Do not ntion that I ca up here."
"Yes."
Su Weiyi hugged her small bag and went upstairs, while Tang Yanqi turned around and left the Zhou Family Villa.
Back at their place, Tang Yanqi went upstairs and took out the album she had taken from the Tang Family. Those thoughts that had flashed across her mind and she hadn’t caught earlier were now erging like bamboo shoots after the rain.
Her mother... Mrs. Sheng... Two seemingly unrelated people, could they really be connected?
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