When he saw her appear in the private room, there was a moment of regret, followed by a moment of anticipation, that feeling like a kitten scratching at his heart, leaving him extremely anxious.
And when she slapped him, Sheng Jianan found his first reaction wasn’t anger, but delight.
What was he so delighted about over such an embarrassing thing?
But when Tang Yanqi reverted to that cold demeanor, Sheng Jianan felt like he understood, realized what he was so delighted about.
He was delighted that the woman finally took off her mask, revealing her true nature, appearing in front of him like a little hedgehog.
Seeing Tang Yanqi and Zhou Chengze so close, Sheng Jianan felt utterly awful, as if his belonging had been snatched away, extremely unpleasant.
What truly made Sheng Jianan feel unlike himself was when he saw that Tang Yanqi was covered in wounds, and when he heard about her being severely beaten during a robbery and possibly losing her life, his anger, his anxiety, his displeasure reached their peak.
But thinking from another angle, isn’t another term for these three emotions reaching their peak called heartache?
Because of heartache, he’s angry;
Because of heartache, he’s anxious;
Because of heartache, he’s displeased.
How long has it been since he felt heartache for someone?
Or rather, has he ever felt heartache for someone?
He only remembers a long, long time ago, seeing his grandfather work so hard for Shengshi Group that he ended up hospitalized with a lung hemorrhage, he seemed to have felt this kind of emotion. What was he thinking back then?
Sheng Jianan couldn’t remember, but when he just saw Tang Yanqi covered in wounds, he felt a strong urge in his heart; he wanted to protect this woman, to ensure she wouldn’t gain another scar.
Sheng Jianan must admit he was scared by this thought; all things considered, he and Tang Yanqi didn’t have a lot of interactions. Since when did he start paying attention to this woman?
He remembers initially, even when he saw her, he could calmly drive away, completely ignoring her under the scorching sun. So when did he start letting her into his car? Moreover, it seems he inadvertently let her sit in the passenger seat of his car?
Sheng Jianan didn’t remember. Everything seemed so natural, yet... somehow inexplicably strange.
Sheng Jianan frowned deeply, drained the wine from his glass in one gulp, turned to grab his car keys, intending to leave. The things cluttered in his mind annoyed him, and as usual, he sought someone to drink with. Closing the room door, Sheng Jianan took out his phone, pressed two keys, then stopped, recalling the last time someone had a high fever due to wound infection.
Pressing his thin lips together, cursing quietly in his heart, Sheng Jianan still turned back into the room.
Last time, just one wound caused Tang Yanqi to have a persistent high fever due to infection, let alone this time when she was covered in wounds. Sheng Jianan did some quick washing up and returned to the bedroom, gently pulling back the quilt to lie down. Until he fell asleep, Sheng Jianan didn’t realize how gentle his movements had been.
The next morning, Sheng Jianan, for once, woke up earlier than Tang Yanqi, opening his eyes to see the girl’s fair little face nestled in her black hair.
Tang Yanqi was very pleasant to look at, and the more you looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed. Now, she was as quietly graceful as a sleeping elf.