CHAPTER 111: CHAPTER 111: ARE YOU CATCHING FEELINGS? (PART 1)

Sheng Jianan finished washing up and went downstairs, seeing Mrs. Zhang tidying up the dishes. His gaze swept around but didn’t catch sight of Tang Yanqi, prompting Sheng Jianan to frown: "Where is she?"

"Young Master, Young Madam said she had class this morning and has already gone to school."

Sheng Jianan glanced at his watch; it was not even eight o’clock yet. If he remembered correctly, even if Tang Yanqi had class in the morning, the earliest one started at ten.

"How long has she been gone?"

"Just about ten minutes."

Mrs. Zhang paused briefly before continuing: "Young Master, Young Madam didn’t drive, it’s likely not easy to call a taxi around here. Do you think..."

Before Mrs. Zhang could finish, Sheng Jianan had already sat down at the dining table, with an expression that seemed to say, "What does it matter to me if she has a ride or not?"

Mrs. Zhang wisely shut her mouth and went to the kitchen to bring breakfast for Sheng Jianan. Biting into the soft bread, Sheng Jianan squinted his eyes. Of course, it’s difficult to catch a taxi from here. People who live in such a villa wouldn’t use cheap taxis. Moreover, considering Tang Yanqi...

Sheng Jianan recalled previously seeing Tang Yanqi taking the bus multiple times. At first, Sheng Jianan thought Tang Yanqi was pretending to be pitiful, doing it deliberately for his sake. But after several instances, that idea gradually faded away.

It’s a long walk from here to the bus station, that woman...

Feeling an inexplicable frustration, Sheng Jianan muttered "Shit" under his breath, grabbed the car keys, threw away the bread in his hand, and strode out.

Sheng Jianan didn’t even realize that from the villa to getting in the car, and then driving out of the residential area, his speed was nearly twice as fast as usual.

Soon, Sheng Jianan saw a figure in the distance. The wind was somewhat strong today, scattering the fallen leaves. Tang Yanqi’s slender body looked even frailer in such wind. Sheng Jianan frowned again; was she really walking to the bus station? Did this woman really like that smelly, crowded thing so much?

Instinctively, Sheng Jianan pressed the accelerator to the floor, but saw ahead a silvery-white car stopping next to Tang Yanqi. From afar, Sheng Jianan could see Tang Yanqi stopping and turning her head to say something to the person in the car.

Next, he saw someone get out of the car, open the back seat for Tang Yanqi. It seemed like the two exchanged a few words, then Tang Yanqi bent over and got into the car.

It was a silver-white Ferrari, one Sheng Jianan didn’t recognize, but he knew the person who got out of the car. Watching Tang Yanqi get into the stranger’s car and leave, Sheng Jianan’s face turned frighteningly dark, a chilling dangerous aura emanating from his whole body.

In the morning, Tang Yanqi took only fifteen minutes from waking up to leaving. She admitted to herself that she was avoiding Sheng Jianan, so she slipped away before Sheng Jianan woke up.

Walking along the street all the way out, Tang Yanqi was deeply engrossed in the dream she had this morning, drowsily thinking about it. Whenever she thought of it, Tang Yanqi’s cheeks couldn’t help but blush. She never knew she could have such dreams.

In the dream, Sheng Jianan gently washed her hair like he did last night. Then his lips lowered, bit by bit invading her mouth, his fingers roamed around her waist, his lips gradually descending.

Tang Yanqi didn’t dream of anything explicit before being startled awake. Because dream Sheng Jianan smiled at her indulgently, gently, as if she were his treasure.

Such sweet, blissful dreams were also terrifying. Upon awakening, Tang Yanqi almost fled in a rush out of the villa.