The sound on the other end of the phone was not very clear to Sheng Jianan, with some static, and it seemed like the person was saying a lot, but he didn’t catch much, except for the phrase "Tangtang, scumbag, scumbag call, Tangtang come out quickly" that Sheng Jianan heard word for word.
Young Master Sheng’s face instantly turned as dark as Bao Qingtian, scumbag?
Nobody has ever dared to call him that!
The phone was picked up again, this time with Tang Yanqi’s cool, indifferent voice, yet naturally gentle like a girl’s: "Hello?"
Sheng Jianan’s face was as stinky as ever, and he blurted out: "Tang Yanqi, you’ve got some nerve, not daring to answer this Young Master’s call?"
"Sorry, I was just in the bathroom, Mr. Sheng, do you need something?"
Her polite and distant manner was like that of a newly acquainted stranger, and Sheng Jianan was suddenly at a loss for words, but now he understood something—verbal attacks never affect Tang Yanqi, they’re like fists hitting cotton, not hurting the opponent but leaving himself extremely frustrated.
Sheng Jianan sneered coldly, getting straight to the point: "There’s an event tonight, accompany me."
On the other end, Tang Yanqi frowned, paused for two seconds, and calmly spoke: "Mr. Sheng, I recall we agreed not to make my identity public."
Young Master Sheng’s anger was growing, and he stood up from his office chair. He invited her to accompany him to a dinner, my goodness, this was something many women dreamed of, so why did her tone sound so reluctant?
Sheng Jianan was utterly displeased, yet he couldn’t refute her, so he could only grit his teeth and force out each word.
"They’re all friends, they all know you."
The agreement to stay private was only towards the public; within their circle, some had seen Tang Yanqi, especially since, at the time of the wedding, even though fewer people were invited, the several families close to the Sheng Family still got invitations.
Tang Yanqi subconsciously interpreted the "event" Sheng Jianan mentioned as one of those idle family cocktail parties of the rich and powerful. If it was such a party, Mr. Sheng would likely be paying attention, and no wonder Sheng Jianan would bring her along.
After two more seconds of silence, Tang Yanqi nodded: "Hmm, do I need to prepare anything? What time? Where is it?"
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After Sheng Jianan finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone. He really didn’t want to say another word to that woman; every second was infuriating as hell.
Leaning back in his office chair, Sheng Jianan rubbed his forehead, sincerely feeling that if one day he, the Young Master Sheng, prematurely died, it would definitely be because he was annoyed to death by that woman named "Tang Yanqi."
On the other side, Tang Yanqi listened to the "beep beep" sound in the phone, sighed softly, and put down the overheated phone. Five o’clock? That might not work!
After finishing her class in the morning, she had received a meeting request from her thesis advisor to discuss the topic at 4:30 in the afternoon, and half an hour might not be enough time, would it?
Tang Yanqi hesitated for a moment but still sent Sheng Jianan a text message, using very polite wording, hoping to delay it a little.
After sending the message, she sat down, and Qi Cheng leaned over. Now, with only the two of them in the dormitory, Qi Cheng spoke directly: "Tangtang, your scumbag is looking for you, won’t he bully you again?"