Is she going to have a child with Sheng Jianan?
Tang Yanqi didn’t dare think about it. She composed herself and knocked on the door: "Grandpa, may I come in?"
With Mr. Sheng’s permission, Tang Yanqi pushed the door open, placed the fruit on Mr. Sheng’s bedside table, and smiled generously, "The apples are very fresh, not sour at all. Grandpa, would you like to try one?"
Mr. Sheng kindly took the apple Tang Yanqi handed over and took a bite: "Hmm, delicious. Come, Yanqi, have a seat."
Although Tang Yanqi didn’t understand why Mr. Sheng was so fond of her, she could see that his affection for her was genuine. The word "family" was too distant for Tang Yanqi, a feeling she had never experienced in the Tang Family. Gradually, Tang Yanqi sealed these emotions away. After marrying into the Sheng Family, despite Sheng Jianan’s parents showing no particular interest and Sheng Jianan himself disliking her, Mr. Sheng’s kindness to her was genuine.
Sitting obediently by the bedside, Mr. Sheng smiled and said, "Yanqi, if I remember correctly, your birthday is just a few days away, isn’t it? This will be your first birthday since marrying into the Sheng Family, so it must be celebrated well. If you have any requests, feel free to ask. If Jianan can’t fulfill them, Grandpa certainly will. Don’t hold back, understand?"
If Mr. Sheng hadn’t mentioned it, Tang Yanqi would’ve nearly forgotten. Since joining the Tang Family, aside from birthdays celebrated just for show, she had never truly celebrated her own. During her first year at university, she wasn’t familiar with many people, so didn’t celebrate, and later celebrations were merely dinners with dorm-mates, singing a song or two.
Hosting a birthday party felt foreign to Tang Yanqi.
She was about to politely decline Mr. Sheng’s generous offer but then heard Sheng Jianan’s sarcastic remark: "Old man, what do you mean I can’t satisfy her? I’m still so young, don’t curse me."
Tang Yanqi immediately sensed the odd tone in Sheng Jianan’s voice but couldn’t grasp the deeper meaning behind his words until Mr. Sheng glared at him and awkwardly chastised, "You brat, always so improper."
Only then did Tang Yanqi realize, her face instantly turning red as she wished to bury her head in the sheets.
Internally, she sarcastically thought, does this guy really not care about the situation when joking like that?
Sheng Jianan noticed Tang Yanqi’s flushed cheeks and shy demeanor, causing his lips to curl slightly. If he intended to keep this woman by his side, then certain things... A gleam flickered in Sheng Jianan’s eyes, and his blood began to boil.
Sheng Jianan was a typical chauvinistic man. To him, women were troublesome creatures, especially those involved in certain relationships or emotions.
Thus, in Sheng Jianan’s twenty-something years, he was never concerned about affairs of the heart. Any scandalous gossip was just to silence those chaotic external voices. This update is available on noⅴelfire.net
Truthfully, the only woman he had a close encounter with was the one in front of him. The first time he kissed her was a coincidence, an unexpected occurrence, but afterward, it was purely because he wanted to.
Tang Yanqi’s lips were soft and delicate, without those various substances, making them feel comfortable. Whether other women were the same, Sheng Jianan didn’t know, but he knew the taste of the one before him was quite pleasing.
Thinking of these things, Young Master Sheng’s blood surged even more intensely. Sensing something amiss, he abruptly stood and tossed out, "I’m going to the bathroom," before leaving swiftly.