CHAPTER 67: CHAPTER 67: A TROUBLESOME WOMAN (PART 7)

Sheng Jianan squinted his eyes, his gaze lingered on Zhou Chengze for a few seconds before turning elsewhere. What did he hate about Tang Yanqi?

This question, he knew, yet seemed not to know.

The room went silent for a moment, Zhou Chengze scratched his head somewhat guiltily: "Damn it, forget about those annoying things, let’s drink."

The two of them drank glass after glass, and before they knew it, two bottles were empty.

This amount of alcohol wasn’t really Zhou Chengze’s limit, he wouldn’t normally get drunk from this, but somehow tonight Zhou Chengze was so drunk he was swaying.

Sheng Jianan was still very clear-headed. After sending Zhou Chengze back to his home, Sheng Jianan stayed at his own home in Lake Bay Villa.

After taking a shower and lying on the bed, their marital bed, the alcohol dissipated and he was exceptionally clear-headed. Looking at the beautiful crystal chandelier on the ceiling, Zhou Chengze’s words echoed again in Sheng Jianan’s mind.

What did he hate about Tang Yanqi?

Being arranged?

That wasn’t her fault.

Knowing he didn’t like her but still marrying him?

But could Tang Yanqi really decide that?

Ultimately, the reason Sheng Jianan disliked that woman was just that he felt she schemed her way into becoming the Young Madam Sheng. Such a woman was disgusting, but...

For some things, Sheng Jianan found he no longer had a reason to think that way. From the marriage until now, apart from a few unavoidable or incidental contacts, Tang Yanqi had never actively provoked him.

And her cold demeanor towards him, although he previously considered all of that to be Tang Yanqi’s ploy, her trickery of playing hard to get, Sheng Jianan also discovered that in the few contacts, his feeling had faded significantly.

Playing hard to get isn’t done like that.

Noticing his attention was drifting to Tang Yanqi again, Sheng Jianan frowned, got up, took out a book from a beautiful box deep in the bookshelf, opened it, and on the title page was a sentence written in neat, graceful handwriting, as neat as a copybook.

An unprecedented gentle expression appeared between Sheng Jianan’s always frivolous brows and eyes.

This was the faint figure in his heart, his goddess.

This was Sheng Jianan’s only light in his darkest times.

Holding the book, he lay back on the bed. After reading for a while, drowsiness came over him, and he gradually fell asleep.

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In the morning, the sun shone brightly. After two days of gloomy weather, today was finally clear. Tang Yanqi had slept too much yesterday, waking up early, her fever had subsided, and she felt more energetic, although she hadn’t eaten much and felt a bit weak.

When the young nurse came in, Tang Yanqi had already changed out of the hospital gown. Seeing her, Tang Yanqi smiled slightly: "May I ask, where do I go to pay?"

The young nurse was startled for a moment, quickly responding, "Miss, why did you come down here? I’ll go call the doctor, please wait a moment."

Because Sheng Jianan personally sent her here, the hospital did not dare slack, and after another round of examinations determined the fever had subsided and there were no longer any issues, they issued a heap of reminders.

Tang Yanqi listened carefully, at the end her focus remained on: "May I ask, where do I go to pay?"

This question, Sheng Jianan hadn’t mentioned, resulting in everyone exchanging glances when Tang Yanqi brought it up.

The doctor cautiously asked: "Miss, may I ask about you and Mr. Sheng... Because Mr. Sheng didn’t inform us, we didn’t dare..."