Before long, Sheng Jianan hung up the phone, his mocking expression became even more pronounced, and his tone was full of disdain: "Impressive, Tang Yanqi, your tactics are really slick."
Although Tang Yanqi didn’t hear what Mr. Sheng and Sheng Jianan talked about on the phone, she could generally infer from Sheng Jianan’s tone and words that it was either Mr. Sheng wanting them to come back for a meal or him coming over for dinner. Obviously, the former was more likely.
With this judgment, Tang Yanqi could only sigh helplessly, facing Sheng Jianan’s sarcasm neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Mr. Sheng, the phone call was made right in front of you, what trick could I pull? Of course, if you think there were some secret codes between Mr. Sheng and me, I have nothing to say."
Sheng Jianan didn’t really think Tang Yanqi was scheming anything, as she said, the call was made right in front of him, so pulling any tricks was indeed unlikely. He just habitually mocked, merely because he couldn’t stand the sight of this woman, yet he ended up being thwarted by her.
Since the wedding, Sheng Jianan and Tang Yanqi had hardly interacted, yet he was repeatedly rendered speechless by this little girl, causing Sheng Jianan to squint his eyes slightly.
Either her acting was too good, or she had nothing to lose. Whichever it was, haha, it was quite interesting.
"Go change, we’re heading to the old house. Look at what you’re wearing, all market stall stuff."
Tang Yanqi inherently had a conversation-ender trait, if someone else said this, she would definitely respond with, "You have a good eye," but with Sheng Jianan...she didn’t want to say much. Engaging in a verbal spar with him, even if on the surface she won, she’d lose in the end.
As she stepped upstairs, brushing past Sheng Jianan, Tang Yanqi exuded a hint of sweat from the scorching sunlight, causing Sheng Jianan to frown, wondering how this woman had any semblance of femininity.
Tang Yanqi didn’t care much about his look, after going upstairs, she quickly took a shower, feeling much fresher. She chose a pale yellow dress to put on, the hair she initially tied up was now let down, making her appear both cute and elegant.
Her gaze fell on the dressing table, Tang Yanqi hesitated for a moment, yet picked up a lipstick and applied a little. Her skin was excellent, delicate, and fair, as if already made up. Adding a bit of pink lip color brightened her appearance significantly.
Tang Yanqi emerged from the room and went downstairs, finding that Sheng Jianan was no longer in sight inside the house. Stepping out to the car, she automatically sat in the back seat, took out her phone, and started listening to music.
The Sheng Family’s old house is less of a house and more of a wellness estate, with extensive grounds, self-grown vegetable plots, a fish pond, and a small pear orchard. The house isn’t as big as the legends say, more akin to a standard three-story villa.
"The Young Master and Young Madam are here? The old gentleman has been waiting."
As they stepped inside, Tang Yanqi suddenly felt her hand being held by someone, her body stiffened as she looked towards her side. Sheng Jianan’s face no longer bore the previous mockery towards her but rather a roguish smile. However, Tang Yanqi clearly saw that his smile didn’t reach his eyes.
"Jianan and Yanqi are here?"
Mr. Sheng sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a pair of reading glasses, and holding the latest financial magazine in his hands.
Tang Yanqi respectfully called out "Grandpa," and Mr. Sheng waved her over: "Girl, come here."