Zhou Chengze choked for a moment, then exploded: "Damn, big brother, I rushed here from the airport, the airport!!!"
Sheng Jianan ignored him, tossed him a glass, filled it with wine, reached out to clink glasses, and then downed his drink in one go.
Zhou Chengze was slightly stunned. He and Sheng Jianan were childhood friends, and although he appeared carefree on the surface, Zhou Chengze was never careless where it counted. Sheng Jianan’s current demeanor was rare, indicating that he was very agitated. In this world, you could count the things that could upset Sheng Jianan on your fingers.
Sitting down next to Sheng Jianan, Zhou Chengze was silent for two seconds before speaking: "Brother Nan, are you and Miss Tang having another quarrel?"
Sheng Jianan denied it without even glancing at Zhou Chengze, which instead told Zhou Chengze everything he needed to know. He felt a bit speechless; for god’s sake, he ran so far just to avoid hearing "Tang Yanqi," yet as soon as he got back, someone had dragged him here, still for that person.
Zhou Chengze felt a faint unease in his heart, shook his head, brushed away those chaotic thoughts, and with an indifferent demeanor, placed his arm over Sheng Jianan’s shoulder.
"Brother Nan, women need to be coaxed. No matter how you put it, you two are married now, and what’s more, Miss Tang is not bad at all. Or are you still hung up on your goddess?"
Before Sheng Jianan could respond, Zhou Chengze continued, "Brother Nan, let me tell you, it’s been so many years, you’ve searched and asked around, and still found nothing. Maybe it was just a figment of your imagination back then. For all you know, your so-called goddess might have just been some aunt taking care of you, and your family said nothing to spare your feelings. Why be so persistent?"
Leaning back, Sheng Jianan retrieved a cigarette from somewhere and lit it. Already having drunk quite a bit, he was clear-headed but his brain felt a bit heavy. He exhaled two smoke rings, blurring his vision.
Sheng Jianan didn’t respond to Zhou Chengze’s words. When he first regained his sight, he was desperate to find this "her," but the feeling of doing so was more akin to gratitude than love.
Back then, Sheng Jianan was a demon fallen from heaven to hell, his own temper unbearable even to himself. He wanted to see what kind of person "she" had to be to endure such a version of him.
Later, wanting to find her became about believing that if he needed a Mrs. Sheng, it had to be "her," because no other woman interested him. Newest update provided by novel⚑fire.net
Tang Yanqi’s face floated in Sheng Jianan’s mind—peaceful, gentle, cold, distant, and at times, joyous and full of laughter.
In his ears, Zhou Chengze’s words continued: "Brother Nan, as your bro, my advice is to settle in once you’re here. I don’t think you dislike Miss Tang that much. If you two are well, the old man will be happy, and he won’t keep sending people to watch over you two all the time. Everyone wins, what’s not to like? Or do you really not like Miss Tang?"
At this point, Sheng Jianan finally responded: "Why should I like her?"
The awkward tone was a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor, almost turning Sheng Jianan into a child in an instant, leaving Zhou Chengze dumbstruck for several seconds before he laughed: "Brother Nan, liking someone isn’t something to be ashamed of, why are you so awkward?"
With that single sentence, Sheng Jianan’s movement of smoking paused. He was awkward?