Sheng Jianan looked down at a certain part of himself and frowned. He hadn’t done anything yet, so why was it so excited?
He was merely imagining the feeling of kissing that woman, and then... Sheng Jianan felt a bit helpless for the first time.
Outside, the conversation between Mr. Sheng and Tang Yanqi was not as relaxed as before and seemed somewhat heavy.
The old man’s face, aged with the experiences of decades, showed weariness: "Yanqi, promise this old man one thing, okay?"
"Grandpa, please go ahead."
"If Jianan ever does something to hurt you in the future, please forgive him for my sake."
Tang Yanqi was a little taken aback. She hadn’t expected Mr. Sheng to suddenly say something , and she didn’t know how to respond for a moment.
Forgive Sheng Jianan?
What could she forgive Sheng Jianan for?
Tang Yanqi didn’t know how to respond, but under the old man’s intense gaze, she had no choice but to speak. Trying to be firm, Tang Yanqi nodded: "I understand, Grandpa."
Mr. Sheng showed a smile on his face, and nodded in satisfaction.
At night, Tang Yanqi lay motionless on the large bed in the Sheng Family’s old house, her eyes wide open. Her habit of recognizing beds kept her awake, and she recalled the words Mr. Sheng had spoken to her.
The heavy request felt more like a parting message.
It is said that people have a premonition before their death, more than anyone else. Could it be that Mr. Sheng felt something?
A chill swept through Tang Yanqi’s heart. She turned her head to glance at the person beside her, then cautiously climbed out of bed, quietly opened the door, and went out. The thought she’d just had had given her quite the fright.
Tang Yanqi considered her connections with Mr. Sheng to be minimal. She couldn’t understand why he would choose her to become his granddaughter-in-law, but the old man had truly been kind to her.
Although she knew Mr. Sheng’s illness had worsened and that he didn’t have much time left, never had Tang Yanqi thought of the word "death."
That sudden thought had caused her to break out in a cold sweat.
Slowly descending the stairs, Tang Yanqi tried her best to avoid making any noise. After standing for a while at the old man’s door, she shook her head. What kind of nonsense was she thinking? If anyone knew, they’d think she was cursing Mr. Sheng.
Turning back gently, the silver gleam of the moon spilled in from the window. Tang Yanqi was startled by the person standing on the stairs behind her, half-hidden in the darkness, half-visible.
If Tang Yanqi hadn’t been calm enough, she would have screamed.
Covering her mouth with her hands, she forcibly suppressed her fear. The shadowy figure was already approaching her. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel-fire.net
"What are you doing up at night, not sleeping?"
Sheng Jianan’s deep voice sounded over Tang Yanqi’s head, rich and pleasant like a mellow cello.
"I can’t sleep, just going for a walk."
As soon as she spoke, Tang Yanqi felt foolish. Who would believe she was merely taking a walk at this hour?
"Oh? A walk? Just as well, I can’t sleep either. Let’s walk together."
In the instant after laughing at her own foolishness, Miss Tang found herself choked by Sheng Jianan’s words. He couldn’t sleep either? He was going for a walk too?
Why did it feel like she’d been caught in the act?
Feeling embarrassed, Tang Yanqi didn’t have time to react before Sheng Jianan took her hand and led her outside.
The garden of the Sheng Family’s old house was very large. As soon as they stepped out of the villa’s main door, a servant on duty came up to them: "Young Master, Young Madam, do you have any orders?"
"We’re just going for a stroll."