The phone was quickly connected, and before Tang Yanqi could say anything, Qi Cheng had already spoken: "Tangtang, are you feeling better?"
"Didn’t you send a message this morning asking me to request leave for you? Are you feeling better?"
Tang Yanqi was a bit baffled. She sent a message to Qi Cheng? That was clearly impossible, but Qi Cheng wouldn’t lie to her, so it could only be...
Glancing toward the door, Tang Yanqi softly spoke: "Much better already, thank you."
"No need to be polite, take good care of yourself."
Tang Yanqi hung up the phone, opened her own phone, and indeed found a message sent to Qi Cheng. The tone and wording were very much in her Tang Yanqi style, but it definitely wasn’t sent by her Tang Yanqi.
Even though her phone was old, it was locked. Tang Yanqi breathed a sigh of relief. Before marrying Sheng Jianan, her password was Sheng Jianan’s birthday, but fortunately, after getting married, she changed it to the simplest 1234. If Sheng Jianan found out it was his birthday, she’d be utterly embarrassed.
Lost in her thoughts, Tang Yanqi suddenly noticed as if there were two burning eyes watching her. As she looked up, she saw Sheng Jianan leaning against the door frame, and by reflex, she tucked her hand away. Quickly regaining her composure, she explained: "I called my roommate to request leave. The roommate said someone sent her a message in the morning. Thank you."
Sheng Jianan still had that arrogant, self-assured look, his hands in his pockets, walking over with an eyebrow slightly raised: "Does it not hurt anymore?"
Tang Yanqi was stunned, her face instantly turned crimson. No matter how calm she was, facing a man asking such a question was inevitably a bit embarrassing. She turned her head slightly and coughed, pretending to be calm as she continued: "No... it doesn’t hurt anymore."
After Tang Yanqi finished, Sheng Jianan didn’t respond. The room fell silent for a while, further awkward in this awkward atmosphere. Tang Yanqi didn’t know what to say and was too embarrassed to look at Sheng Jianan’s expression. Yet somehow, he remained oblivious and just stood in front of her without leaving.
Tang Yanqi pressed her lips tightly together, from Sheng Jianan’s perspective, she appeared every bit shy like a bashful girl should.
The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, delighted. Indeed, the way this woman looked now was much more adorable than her usual indifferent self, who seemed to care about nothing.
Sheng Jianan just stared fixedly at Tang Yanqi, making her more and more awkward, finally forcing Tang Yanqi to find something to say: "How... how did you know my phone’s password?"
Sheng Jianan’s face became more radiant: "With this young master’s intelligence, was it hard to guess a password like 1234?"
Listening to Sheng Jianan’s words, there was something off about how it sounded to Tang Yanqi. Instinctively, she retorted: "True, doesn’t take too much intelligence to guess 1234."
The room entered yet another eerie silence. After the words had left her mouth, Tang Yanqi realized her habitual counterattack seemed to have hit someone.
Swallowing nervously, Tang Yanqi discreetly glanced at Sheng Jianan’s expression, and sure enough, it darkened. Just as she was planning to say something, Sheng Jianan had already turned and left, shortly returning with a bunch of items, tossing them noisily in front of Tang Yanqi: "Tang Yanqi, you dare question this young master’s intelligence? See for yourself." ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Following Sheng Jianan’s gesture, Tang Yanqi turned her head and saw that Sheng Jianan had brought back a pile of certificates from who knows where.