It’s unclear which of Zhou Chengze’s words struck a nerve with Sheng Jianan, but the Young Master Sheng’s face grew even darker, his eyes narrowing into slits and his thin lips pressed tightly together before loosening again. Sheng Jianan’s tone was chilly: "Chengze, didn’t I tell you not to bother with that woman’s business? Are you very idle?"
Zhou Chengze’s smile stiffened for a moment but quickly returned to normal. He raised both hands: "Alright, alright, my bad for being meddlesome. But Brother Nan, since you’re at home, why don’t you give the person a ride? If the old gentleman finds out, he’ll definitely have something to say about you."
Sheng Jianan’s face showed a look never seen before as he bluntly responded, "How do you know it was me who didn’t give the ride."
Zhou Chengze was just bringing his coffee mug to his lips when he heard this, and he almost doubted his hearing. How did he detect a hint of awkwardness in the man’s voice in front of him?
Upon thinking about Sheng Jianan’s sullen face, the low-pressure aura around him, and this awkward tone... a trace of surprise flashed in Zhou Chengze’s heart. He put down the coffee cup in his hand and moved closer to Sheng Jianan, placing one hand on the table and the other on Sheng Jianan’s forehead: "No fever."
Zhou Chengze swallowed and very laboriously squeezed out: "Brother Nan, are you jealous?"
Because he gave Tang Yanqi a ride, because Sheng Jianan saw Tang Yanqi getting into his car, so he wore a sullen face and exuded a chilling aura that could freeze someone to death, so he didn’t even have a good face for him and spoke in such an awkward manner.
Before Sheng Jianan could speak, Zhou Chengze added another sentence: "Brother Nan, have you caught feelings?"
The previous question made Sheng Jianan frown. Jealous? How could that be? How could he, the dignified president of Shengshi Group, do something so childish?
As for this question, Sheng Jianan almost reflexively denied it: "How is that possible, did you take the wrong medicine."
Sheng Jianan’s tone was cold and firm, but in stark contrast to his voice, an unprecedented blush appeared on his handsome face—very light, very faint, yet clearly noticeable to Zhou Chengze.
The ever-dominant Sheng Jianan, the ever-arrogant Sheng Jianan, the ever-invincible Sheng Jianan, was actually blushing.
Young Master Zhou felt his mood at this moment was akin to witnessing the sun rise from the west.
Zhou Chengze laughed heartily without giving face: "Brother Nan, you’re done for, you’re really done for. Hahaha, what did Miss Tang do to you? I bow down."
Sheng Jianan’s face turned even darker, and he randomly grabbed a scrap of paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it at Zhou Chengze: "Get lost."
Zhou Chengze laughed while speaking intermittently: "Brother... Brother Nan, don’t deny it, go look in the mirror, your face is red. I can guarantee that this is definitely the most shocking news of the year, Miss Tang is impressive, I certainly have to bow down and worship."
In the K University classroom, since it wasn’t class time yet, only Tang Yanqi was sitting in a corner reading. Suddenly, she felt an itch in her nose and sneezed hard.
Reaching out to rub her nose, Tang Yanqi then touched her forehead. Was it because her hair wasn’t dry when she went to sleep last night that she caught a cold?
Checking the time, there was still more than half an hour before class started. Tang Yanqi took a comb out of her bag and stood up to go to the bathroom. She left home in a hurry this morning and hadn’t properly combed her hair.