CHAPTER 459: CHAPTER 459: HE DOESN’T NEED YOU (9)

He dialed directly, only to be met with a cold voice: "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable."

Sheng Jianan’s brow furrowed. Mrs. Sheng saw his look and approached him, "Jianan, come with me."

Sheng Jianan stood still for a moment, then followed. During this time, he was in a fog, remembering rushing over from the United States. The moment he saw his grandfather, he broke down. Later, he heard from others that his grandfather’s death was inextricably linked to Tang Yanqi, and out of guilt, she disappeared to an unknown place.

But later, faintly, he remembered her appearing. At the cremation, he caught the unique scent of her clothes.

He remembered her embracing his head, and he too reached out to embrace her. Why was she missing again now?

At first, upon knowing she wasn’t there, amid the grief, he felt a trace of relief. As proud and conceited as Sheng Jianan was, he didn’t want his woman to see him so vulnerable, to see him fall from his pedestal.

He wanted something simple, to have some time to recover and then appear before her again—still her sky, still the Sheng Jianan who could uphold her entire world.

Following Mrs. Sheng to the study upstairs, Mrs. Sheng placed a divorce agreement in front of Sheng Jianan: "This is from Tang Yanqi."

Seeing the big characters on the cover, Sheng Jianan’s brow immediately furrowed tightly. He didn’t bother to read the contents and flipped straight to the last page, where "Tang Yanqi" lay quietly.

Almost immediately, Sheng Jianan stood up. Mrs. Sheng hurriedly stopped him: "Jianan, don’t get excited, there’s also this, take a look."

Mrs. Sheng handed Sheng Jianan a letter, a very ordinary letter written on white paper.

As Sheng Jianan read each word, his face grew darker.

She said it was time for her to go; with Mr. Sheng gone, their pact was over.

She said she appreciated his care during this time, but her heart wasn’t here; she didn’t love him at all.

She said she was merely pretending for the sake of the old man’s happiness, and now that he was gone, why should she stay?

The man’s veins bulged on his hand, slamming heavily on the table, crumpling the paper into a ball.

Sheng Jianan rushed out, the car speeding through the cold winter wind.

Lake Bay Villa was empty, the urban apartment was empty, the Tang Family was empty, K University was empty, Shengshi was empty too.

It was as if this city never had a person named "Tang Yanqi" appear.

For three days, Sheng Jianan searched frantically in B City. Three days were enough to turn the city upside down, but still, he found nothing.

As Tang Yanqi’s close friends, Qi Cheng and others were asked numerous times over those three days, but the conclusion was always the same: Tang Yanqi had left, and they didn’t know where she went.

No matter how Sheng Jianan pressed them, they truly didn’t know.

The initial fear and anger gradually transformed into longing and hatred. What on earth was that woman’s heart made of? How could she be so ruthless?

He was here, foolishly hoping she wouldn’t see him in a vulnerable state, but what about her? She didn’t care at all.

"Tang Yanqi, Tang Yanqi, what the hell am I to you?"

Zhou Chengze opened the door and entered, the smell of alcohol all around, a once-proud prodigy now sitting on the floor, reduced to a drunkard.