The three of them were startled by Tang Yanqi’s actions, and they quickly exchanged glances, realizing that Miss Tang was acting very strangely today.
The usually straightforward person began to act coy, and the usually sharp-tongued person started to console others. It could only mean one of two things: something happened, or she took the wrong medicine.
After leaving the police station, Tang Yanqi didn’t return to school with her roommate. Mrs. Zhang was still at the villa. If she didn’t go back and Mrs. Zhang told Mr. Sheng, Sheng Jianan would probably think she was up to something again.
Qi Cheng volunteered to accompany Tang Yanqi home, which reassured the sisters Bai Bing and Bai Xue a bit. After they bid them farewell, Qi Cheng pulled Tang Yanqi into a budget hotel, opened a room, and pressed her onto the bed, examining her from head to toe.
"Tangtang, if you go back and that scumbag sees you, he..."
Qi Cheng was interrupted by Tang Yanqi before he could finish, he choked for a moment and gritted his teeth: "Damn, what a jerk! No matter what, you are his wife, right? Your own wife got beaten, and he doesn’t even ask about it, damn damn damn, jerk jerk jerk."
Tang Yanqi found Qi Cheng’s expression a bit amusing and was about to say something when her phone rang. It was a call from Sheng Jianan, but the voice on the other end was a woman’s: "Is this Mrs. Sheng? Brother Nan is drunk, please come and pick him up."
Qi Cheng was sitting right next to Tang Yanqi and naturally heard the voice from the phone. He instantly got worked up: "Damn it, what’s going on? A mistress flexing her muscles?"
The female voice on the phone sounded a bit arrogant, and it indeed seemed like a mistress declaring her presence. Tang Yanqi frowned and calmly denied it: "Probably not, maybe it’s a server at the bar."
Tang Yanqi wasn’t sure if she should go, but if Sheng Jianan was truly drunk, and she didn’t go, who knows what would happen if Mr. Sheng found out.
After hesitating for two seconds, Tang Yanqi still picked up her bag and went out.
Following the address given, Tang Yanqi quickly found Sheng Jianan. The moment she pushed open the door to the private room, she was hit by a thick smell of alcohol and a strong stench of cigarettes.
The private room was crowded, and because the lighting was so dim, Tang Yanqi couldn’t see clearly. She didn’t recognize anyone other than Sheng Jianan.
Sheng Jianan was sitting in a sofa chair, with a woman on each side of him. They wore tight dresses with deep V necklines, their figures as good as models.
As an uninvited guest, all eyes naturally fell on her, and someone immediately spoke up: "Who is she? How can she just come in without knocking? When did the service here get so bad?"
The female voice was the same one Tang Yanqi heard on the phone earlier, and it belonged to the woman sitting next to Sheng Jianan.
They obviously mistook her for a server here. Without looking at the woman, Tang Yanqi focused on Sheng Jianan. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, even though the lighting was dim, she felt that Sheng Jianan’s eyes were clear, not at all like someone who was drunk.
Tang Yanqi frowned and was about to speak when her arm was suddenly grabbed, with the person’s thumb pressing on her wound. Tang Yanqi winced in pain, a cocky voice sounded in her ear: "Just in time, come have a drink with this young master."