Of course, Young Master Sheng would never admit that, just for a moment, he had a fleeting thought of openly holding the woman in front of him and confidently showing to everyone that she was his lawfully wedded wife, Tang Family married to Sheng Jianan, and there was nothing wrong with them being together.
Of course, this was just a momentary thought, swiftly dismissed by Sheng Jianan as a ridiculous notion.
To cover up the unnatural expression on his face, Sheng Jianan let out a cold snort: "Tang Yanqi, are you really afraid of being seen, or are you planning to do something here? Trying to play some sort of game?"
Ignoring Sheng Jianan’s disdainful and cold tone, Tang Yanqi looked at him calmly: "Mr. Sheng, did you come to bring me my phone? Thank you!"
Although it was phrased as a question, Tang Yanqi spoke very calmly, with an inexplicable bit of certainty, Sheng Jianan had one hand in his pocket, and his fingertips happened to touch Tang Yanqi’s phone, but at that moment, Sheng Jianan suddenly didn’t want to take it out. Why did she assume he came to give her the phone?
Sheng Jianan gave Tang Yanqi a sidelong glance, sneering: "Tang Yanqi, who do you think I am? Delivering a phone to you? As if you deserve it?"
Tang Yanqi had become immune to Sheng Jianan’s constant sarcastic remarks, but that didn’t mean she could truly pretend to feel nothing and let it pass. Her indifference was merely a facade to endure the pain that couldn’t hurt any more than it already had. She gave a faint smile: "Since it’s not, I was mistaken. Don’t want to disturb Mr. Sheng; I’ll be leaving now."
Seeing Tang Yanqi so calmly stepping away, preparing to leave, Sheng Jianan felt annoyed again. This woman was too calm, too calm; it was the most frequent emotion he saw from her.
She would act coyly in front of his grandfather, she would smile gently in front of guests, but before him, she only showed calmness.
No, she had shown fear and panic on the night when everything was laid bare between us; but in that circumstance, any woman would be frightened, right?
And after that, including the wedding night, all he saw on her face was calmness. In front of his grandfather, in front of guests, Sheng Jianan could see through Tang Yanqi’s facade. If those were disguises, then was her calmness in front of him her real expression?
Just as this thought surfaced, Sheng Jianan dismissed it immediately. If it had been some aged woman who’d experienced the changes of life and learned to face everything calmly and indifferently, that might make sense, but what about Tang Yanqi?
A university student in her early twenties, and besides, she wasn’t an ordinary student but the daughter of the Tang Family. Even if the Tang Family was declining, they weren’t an average family. Sheng Jianan had seen many pampered heiresses who were spoiled and willful; that was the norm. This calm expression as if she had seen through life, there was only one possibility—she was faking it.
Even knowing she was pretending, Sheng Jianan still had a strong impulse to tear apart her calm facade and see what was truly beneath it.
This kind of impulse had become rare in his otherwise steady life, yet it inexplicably appeared with Tang Yanqi.
In a flash, Sheng Jianan had already reached out and grabbed Tang Yanqi’s arm, stopping her from taking another step forward. Tang Yanqi’s whole body trembled; perhaps due to the stifling weather, she felt Sheng Jianan’s palm was exceptionally hot, so hot that every cell in her body couldn’t help but start to swell.