Sheng Jianan had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, always attended by others, never having to serve anyone himself. Now that he was holding Tang Yanqi in the bathroom, Young Master Sheng realized he didn’t know how to remove makeup.
He awkwardly washed off the stuff on Tang Yanqi’s face with warm water. His actions were so clumsy that the person who had been sleeping deeply finally opened her eyes. Just when Sheng Jianan thought Tang Yanqi had woken up, she blinked her misty eyes, and within two seconds, her head tilted, and she fell back asleep.
Young Master Sheng widened his eyes, thinking, damn, how long has this woman not slept? She won’t wake up for this?
After much difficulty, he finally cleaned Tang Yanqi’s face, revealing the bruises at the corners of her mouth. Sheng Jianan’s brows furrowed, and his actions subconsciously became much gentler.
She was wearing the white dress from earlier, but because of someone’s clumsiness, it was now soaked and unusable.
Sheng Jianan was speechless again that night. Was this a debt from his past life? How could she torture him so much in one night? Googlᴇ search novel⟡fire.net
He unceremoniously tore the dress into two halves—after all, when he applied medicine to Tang Yanqi earlier, it wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen her.
After tearing the six-figure dress into rags, Sheng Jianan carried Tang Yanqi back to the bed. Suddenly, his gaze fell on her left thigh, which was bruised and covered in many nail marks.
Sheng Jianan’s eyes darkened. He had seen her injuries before, and he trusted his memory; there hadn’t been this bruise here.
Adding the nail marks on top, it was obvious that this had just been inflicted.
Sheng Jianan quickly connected the dots: tonight, starting from dinner, Tang Yanqi’s left hand seemed to always hang by her side. He hadn’t noticed it before, but thinking back now, could it be that she was pinching herself?
Why? People usually resort to pain stimulation to stay awake.
Thinking back on previous events, although uncertain, Sheng Jianan had an approximation in his mind.
The face of Young Master Sheng turned cold. No wonder this woman could sleep so deeply, no wonder she couldn’t wake up despite all the tossing.
He thought, where could one find such good sleep?
Looking at the bruises on Tang Yanqi’s leg, Sheng Jianan felt both angry and helpless. How could she endure this? Why would she pinch herself rather than speak? It wasn’t a big deal—if she said she was uncomfortable, he wouldn’t do anything to her. He was not a tiger; how could he eat her?
At this moment, Young Master Sheng completely forgot how he had bullied and mocked her before, thinking only of his frustration towards Tang Yanqi.
In Sheng Jianan’s view, women should show vulnerability and act coquettishly as they are supposed to. If they bear everything themselves, what’s the point of having a man?
Sheng Jianan pulled the quilt over to cover Tang Yanqi. The person on the bed, perhaps dreaming of something, muttered a few words and turned over.
Sheng Jianan paused due to her movement, his gaze falling on the back of Tang Yanqi’s shoulder. There was a long scar extending to her armpit, not too hideous, but quite conspicuous against her very fair skin.
How did she get another scar here?
Why hadn’t he seen it when he applied the medicine earlier?
Sheng Jianan recalled the scene from that day, how Tang Yanqi kept one arm over her chest. Initially, he thought it was out of shyness. Was it actually to cover this scar?