CHAPTER 418: CHAPTER 418: 50 MILLION (PART 8)

On the other side, Sheng Jianan didn’t go directly back to the villa after work but rather went to a bespoke shop.

"Mr. Sheng, how come you have time to visit today? Please come in."

This is a shop Sheng Jianan frequently visits, and he is also somewhat of an investor here, so the manager is quite familiar with him.

"Let me see the latest designs."

"Okay."

The manager spoke while waving, having someone bring out the new designs.

Sheng Jianan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, took a sip from the tea in front of him.

"Mr. Sheng, all the new designs are here. Please take a look."

Sheng Jianan’s gaze swept over the row of clothes hanging in front of him one by one, finally stopping at a white lace cocktail dress.

Sheng Jianan wrote a size on a paper and handed it to the manager: "Modify one for me with this size, I’ll have someone pick it up in a few days."

"Yes!"

After leaving the bespoke shop, Sheng Jianan then went to the jewelry store next door to choose matching jewelry for the cocktail dress.

His front foot had just left when Mrs. Sheng came in with Shen Yao.

"Mrs. Sheng, you’re here. Please come in."

Mrs. Sheng glanced outside elegantly: "Jianan has just been here?"

"Yes, Mr. Sheng came to order a dress."

"Let me see."

"Alright, Mrs. Sheng, please wait a moment."

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After shopping, Sheng Jianan casually tossed the items onto the back seat of a car. These things he could have Qiao Zi handle for him, but today, upon knowing a certain woman couldn’t join him for dinner, Sheng Jianan felt lackluster and didn’t want to ask Zhou Chengze and the others out for a drink.

While aimlessly driving, he suddenly remembered Christmas was coming soon, so he stopped by the shop.

After hastily buying a bunch, Young Master Sheng finally made his way leisurely to the villa.

"Young Master, you’re back."

Taking a quick glance at the shoes in the foyer, Sheng Jianan spoke: "The Young Madam is back?"

"Yes, she’s upstairs."

Sheng Jianan looked up and glanced at the staircase, handed the bags he was holding to Mrs. Zhang: "Find a place to put these for me."

After speaking, he paused for two seconds and added: "Make sure she doesn’t find out."

"Yes."

Sheng Jianan prepared to stride upstairs, but Mrs. Zhang suddenly spoke up: "Young Master."

"Anything?"

Mrs. Zhang hesitated before speaking: "Young Master, the Young Madam seems to be in a bad mood today, she just took a bottle of wine up from the wine cabinet."

Sheng Jianan reached the door of the room and as soon as he pushed it open, a strong aroma of wine greeted him.

Tang Yanqi was curled up on the windowsill, head resting against the glass, barefoot, with house pants slightly uneven in height, holding a wine glass in her hand, and a bottle of red wine at her feet, seemingly already half-drunk.

Upon hearing movement, Tang Yanqi turned her head. In the bright light, the woman’s eyes seemed very hazy, her hair somewhat messy, mouth slightly upturned, eyes curved, possessing an indescribable charm.

"You’re back?"

Sheng Jianan walked over to her, took the glass from Tang Yanqi’s hand: "Did you suffer in silence back home?"

Tang Yanqi swayed to her feet, the red wine wasn’t very strong, but her alcohol tolerance was low to begin with. Standing on the windowsill, Tang Yanqi was much taller than Sheng Jianan, reached out to circle his neck, her smile deepening, shaking her head: "No."

Her body was almost pressing against Sheng Jianan, face very close. As she shook her head, her long hair brushed against Sheng Jianan’s face, tickling him.