Back at the dormitory, only Qi Cheng was there. Seeing Tang Yanqi soaked to the skin, with water still dripping from her clothes, Qi Cheng hurriedly took off her headphones and quickly walked over, grabbing a dry towel to put over Tang Yanqi’s head: "Tangtang, what’s wrong with you? How did you get so wet? Quick, dry yourself off, don’t catch a cold."
Tang Yanqi took the towel Qi Cheng handed over, put down her bag, and slowly walked into the bathroom.
Qi Cheng watched her back, knowing she was not in a good mood today. No one knew better than her roommates how strong Tang Yanqi was.
And she knew even more than the others, so right now, looking at Tang Yanqi’s back, Qi Cheng’s heart ached indescribably.
When Qi Cheng first learned that Tang Yanqi was the daughter of the Tang Family, she was quite envious, but after hearing her story, Qi Cheng felt fortunate to be from a working-class family. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ N()velFire.net
At least her parents treated her like a treasure.
The sound of vibrating friction came from the table; Qi Cheng turned to look—it was Tang Yanqi’s phone. The sound of water came from the bathroom as Qi Cheng reached for Tang Yanqi’s phone, seeing an unremarked number on the screen.
"Tangtang, there’s a call for you. I’ll answer it for you."
She shouted towards the bathroom but got no response, so Qi answered directly: "Hello, this is Tang Yanqi’s phone."
The person on the other end was silent for two seconds before speaking: "Let her answer the phone, please."
The low, pleasant male voice was as captivating as a professional voice actor’s. Qi Cheng immediately realized who it was on the other end of the line, instinctively feeling a bit nervous and excited. Just as she was about to rush to the bathroom, something crossed her mind.
Qi Cheng bit her lip and cleared her throat: "Sorry, Tangtang is crying. Please call back later."
After speaking, she quickly hung up. Qi Cheng put down the phone, placing a hand over her own heart. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, Qi Cheng felt she had been incredibly bold. After all, the person on the other end was none other than Sheng Jianan.
On the other side, Sheng Jianan sat in the car, listening to the busy tone on the phone. The Young Master Sheng frowned, she was crying?
That woman can actually cry?
His heart unexpectedly throbbed in pain. Sheng Jianan could hardly imagine what Tang Yanqi looked like when she cried. Would her small body curl up in a ball, with her head buried between her knees and her shoulders trembling?
Just imagining that scene made a wave of irritation surge in Sheng Jianan’s heart.
The car door opened, and Qiao Zi came in, turning to report to Sheng Jianan: "Mr. Sheng, rumors are spreading around the school that Young Madam seduced the professor and was rejected, then bit back. The gossip is very derogatory."
Sheng Jianan’s dark eyes ignited with fire, seduce? Rejected? Bit back?
He hadn’t forgotten the previous matter; it was just that Mr. Sheng’s sudden accident in the morning had distracted him. Yet, he hadn’t expected that in just half a day, things had escalated to this point.
Qiao Zi continued her report, working efficiently, quickly conveying the entire incident piece by piece, including Professor Zuo’s accusations, Tang Yanqi’s counterattack, the extremely unpleasant remarks circulating at the university, and the so-called evidence spreading on K University’s forum.
Sheng Jianan’s face immediately darkened. Thinking back to when Tang Yanqi rushed to the hospital still appearing calm, so much had happened, and how could she remain so composed? How could she endure such slander?
She may endure, but Sheng Jianan could not.
Could anyone dare to bully someone under his protection like that?