"Just a little accident."
Tang Yanqi spoke softly. Sheng Jianan had already released her chin and took out his phone, speaking to the person on the other end of the call, "Check this for me..."
Tang Yanqi hurriedly tried to stop him. Being robbed, beaten, and ending up at the police station—such things are really shameful, aren’t they?
But how could she be a match for Sheng Jianan? With one hand supporting her head, he continued with a cold face, instructing the person on the other end of the call.
When he hung up, Sheng Jianan picked Tang Yanqi up again and walked straight into the bathroom. Miss Tang could always stay calm, but now she was truly panicking. What was he going to do by taking her into the bathroom?
She was just about to say something when Sheng Jianan interrupted her. He placed her on a chair and casually turned on the bathroom heater, making the room brighter. Immediately, Tang Yanqi felt someone unbuttoning her clothes. She shuddered and reflexively pushed Sheng Jianan away, holding onto her collar: "You... what are you doing?"
It was rare for her to be so inarticulate, with her cheeks flushed. The next second, her chin was lifted again, and then Sheng Jianan’s kiss landed.
A quick, short yet dominating kiss. After it ended, someone whispered ominously in Tang Yanqi’s ear: "Tang Yanqi, I’m very agitated right now, so you better behave."
His deep voice was as pleasant as ever, but why did the words sound so strange?
He’s agitated? What is he agitated about? Wasn’t it she who got beaten? She who got played? Tang Yanqi frowned, unable to comprehend what Sheng Jianan really wanted to do.
Meanwhile, the man had already removed her shirt. Under the bathroom’s bright lights, her fair skin appeared even more crystalline like jade. Sheng Jianan raised Tang Yanqi’s hair, his gaze traveling from her lips downwards. There was an injury on her collarbone, her chest was hurt, and bruises were visible on her waist. Without reason, a surge of frustration filled Sheng Jianan’s heart. Who had beaten her ?
Was someone daring enough to lay hands on Sheng Jianan’s woman?
Tang Yanqi felt awkward being looked at by Sheng Jianan like that. They were married, but they’d never been this bare together. Alright, although this still wasn’t truly bare.
But somehow, when she saw Sheng Jianan’s furrowed brow and the inexplicable emotion in his eyes, all her words got stuck in her throat. She didn’t expect Sheng Jianan to feel sorry for her because of this, nor did she need it, but she clearly sensed that his eyes held no disgust or mockery, and that was enough for her.
Screwing up her courage, Tang Yanqi simply let Sheng Jianan examine her. At worst, she could pretend she was wearing a bikini at the beach.
With her eyes wide open, Tang Yanqi felt Sheng Jianan’s fingers linger on her collarbone for a moment before moving to her waist. His light touch sent tingling sensations all over her body. Tang Yanqi couldn’t hold back any longer. In a hoarse voice, she asked, "Is it enough now? It’s... cold."
The bathroom heater was on, and it wasn’t cold at all, but Tang Yanqi didn’t know what else to say. She always seemed to lose her wits when facing him.
Upon hearing Tang Yanqi say she was cold, Sheng Jianan swung his large hand, pulling down a towel to wrap her up, then proceeded to take off her pants.