The Young Master Sheng didn’t realize he was essentially eavesdropping; he was just listening to the conversation between Qi Cheng and Tang Yanqi, feeling a flicker of peculiarity in his heart.
And when he heard Tang Yanqi say: "In the Tang Family, there are sons, not daughters."
This sentence made Sheng Jianan’s heart ache instantly.
Besides Tang Yanqi, there’s also a son in the Tang Family who is quite a bit older than she is; Sheng Jianan knew this, so, does the Tang Family favor males over females?
Because Tang Yanqi is a girl, is that why she’s so unwelcomed in the Tang Family?
Thinking of all the past occurrences, especially how Tang Yanqi hardly carries the demeanor of a noble lady, Sheng Jianan found his answer.
This gender bias thing isn’t rare in wealthy families, but usually it’s just that most of the assets are left to the sons with daughters receiving less; yet, the disparity for Tang Yanqi is truly quite vast.
Because she’s unwelcomed, she’s short of money; because she’s unwelcomed, she’s exceptionally enduring; because she’s unwelcomed, does she sometimes act like a little hedgehog?
A thought arose in Sheng Jianan’s mind that he himself didn’t even notice.
What about the Tang Family? They don’t appreciate her, but he does; they’re not fond of her, but he is.
Without Tang Yanqi, the Tang Family would have crumbled long ago. If it weren’t for Tang Yanqi marrying him, Sheng Jianan, if it weren’t for Shengshi Group investing in the Tang Family, what would the current Tang Family be worth?
The outside sky grew dark; Qi Cheng finally left Tang Yanqi’s ward and walked away. Sheng Jianan moved aside into the neighboring corridor, watching Qi Cheng leave, and only then reached out to push the door open. Through the small window on the door, he saw Tang Yanqi already lying down to sleep, and the hand he had extended paused again.
He came earlier, leaving because he heard something that upset him. Later, he came back, itchiness in his heart the whole afternoon, finally thinking of an excuse to come; but now, seeing Tang Yanqi asleep, Sheng Jianan didn’t really want to go in.
As Shengshi Group’s Crown Prince, a person who could command the wind and rain in B City, he always did whatever he wanted. But recently, because of Tang Yanqi, he often hesitated, just like now, wanting to go in yet seeming afraid of disturbing her rest.
Standing in the corridor not wanting to go in, but unwilling to leave.
This spot was specially chosen by Sheng Jianan, generally, no one would come. The corridor was quiet; at night, only Tang Yanqi’s attending doctor would come to check on the situation, no one else came.
Sheng Jianan leaned against the wall, playing with a cigarette in his hand. The night grew darker; he glanced at his wristwatch, finding it was almost eleven o’clock; Sheng Jianan suddenly chuckled, he really must be crazy, coming to the hospital yet not entering the ward. Not entering was one thing, but to stand outside like a fool, that’s another.
Even more importantly, he clearly knew he seemed like a fool, yet he wasn’t inclined to leave at all.
After a long time, Sheng Jianan finally moved his somewhat numb legs, peeked inside through the window once more, and then left.
What Sheng Jianan didn’t know was, inside the ward, although the person kept her eyes closed, she wasn’t asleep; Tang Yanqi slept little; she was just dizzy, not tired. Read complete version only at n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
Tang Yanqi kept her eyes shut, her mind involuntarily recalling many past events, the summer of that year, her most beautiful summer in memory, the summer she spent with Sheng Jianan.