Shi Nian sprang up from Tang Yanqing’s fingertips like a spring, hugging the milk, and explained as if holding a shield: "It’s ! I got up to heat a cup of milk and just happened to run into Mr. Tang also still awake."
Tang Yanqing was calm and unhurried as he slowly raised his head to meet Xiang Yuan’s gaze: "What do you think we were doing, Brother Xiang Yuan?"
The question was thrown back at him, and Xiang Yuan walked down the stairs with an awkward smile: "I was just curious why you both hadn’t slept, and— you and your sister-in-law should still count as strangers, how could you suddenly be so close."
"What close!" Shi Nian immediately panicked, whispering angrily with a blushing face: "I couldn’t sleep, and Mr. Tang just happened to know how to massage, so he helped me out."
Her little face was almost burning, and she unconsciously started stammering...
Tang Yanqing couldn’t bear seeing her so uncomfortable, so he sighed: "Brother Xiang Yuan, have you forgotten how I used to curry favor with the women in my family when I was a kid?
Xiang Yuan laughed at these words, visibly relaxing: "Of course, I remember. You learned to hold a small stool to massage Grandma Tang’s head at just three years old, and everyone joked that you were born to please women."
Tang Yanqing shrugged and pointed at Shi Nian: "Just doing the same thing. Besides, she was too nervous to sleep, so as her 24-hour bodyguard, I also dared not sleep. Helping her relax was also liberating for myself."
Xiang Yuan chuckled, walked down, and put an arm around Shi Nian: "How can I trouble you, Yanqing? Leave it to me."
Shi Nian avoided Xiang Yuan’s arm and went straight upstairs: "Neither of you needs to. Good night."
That night, Shi Nian locked the door behind her and didn’t dare to get up again. She eventually fell asleep in a daze... and slept surprisingly well.
The next morning, Xiang Yuan actually got up first and prepared breakfast.
Shi Nian didn’t miss the dark circles around Xiang Yuan’s eyes. Feeling somewhat apologetic, she couldn’t help but whisper: "Sorry."
Xiang Yuan’s expression immediately brightened: "Eat up. I’ll drive you to work when you’re done."
Tang Yanqing strode down the stairs. Surprisingly, he wasn’t in his uniform today but wearing indigo slim-fitting jeans and an A&F silver-gray hoodie. He looked casually like a college student, yet every line was sharp and defined, like a supermodel ready for an A&F ad shoot.
Shi Nian remembered a saying in the industry: Anyone who’s been in an A&F ad, whether a movie star or model, later becomes hugely popular. Like "J-Law" Jennifer Lawrence from The Hunger Games.
Oh well, honestly speaking, he looks better in this sweater than Becks in the same one on the street.
He seemed very aware of his physical advantage, walking straight towards Shi Nian with a severe countenance, like a catwalk. He blocked her path and took a sandwich from her plate: "I’m responsible for her 24-hour safety. It’s enough that I’m taking her to work."
Xiang Yuan stepped forward to intercept: "Yanqing, I know you’re protecting your sister-in-law 24 hours a day, and I trust your abilities... but, I also care about her, and I hope to fulfill my duties as a husband." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novelFɪre.net
"How about this, I’ll drive her. You take her car and . That way, if anything happens, you can immediately notice, how about that?"
Tang Yanqing leisurely chewed the sandwich in bites and shook his head: "Not good. Though I’m very capable, there are limits to what one person can do. I can only ensure her safety alone; if you’re there too, I can’t guarantee your safety. Your presence is redundant and doesn’t help."
"Yanqing!" Xiang Yuan’s nostrils flared, lips tightly pursed.
This was anger, which Tang Yanqing could understand,
He stepped forward, patted Xiang Yuan’s shoulder: "Relax. I don’t mean any disrespect. I always just speak frankly. Perhaps this is the difference between police and lawyers."
Tang Yanqing directly took Shi Nian to the car, and before starting, he first reported their position to Jia Tianzi.
Seeing his serious demeanor, Shi Nian couldn’t help but ask: "You disagree with my list of suspects, so who do you think it is?"
Tang Yanqing adjusted the rear-view mirror, which allowed a direct view of Xiang Yuan staring out the window. He was standing in the angle, his entire silhouette bathed in the morning sun, only his face was obscured by the shadow from the top of the window, hiding his expression.
Tang Yanqing then quickly started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and took Shi Nian away from this neighborhood.