Back at the villa, Tang Yanqi knew that Mrs. Zhang was sent by Mr. Sheng to watch over them, but since she had already arrived and was older than her, the respect she should show was still adhered to by Tang Yanqi.
She arranged a room for Mrs. Zhang and politely explained a few things before going upstairs.
Sheng Jianan had already returned to the master bedroom. Tang Yanqi glanced at the door of the master bedroom before heading, as always, to her room.
Just as she passed the door to the master bedroom, it suddenly opened. Sheng Jianan appeared at the doorway in casual clothes, followed by a long leg striding out, his arm propped against the wall, blocking Tang Yanqi’s path in a wall-thump gesture.
"Grandfather’s spy is downstairs, so what? Tang Yanqi, do you want them to see that we’re sleeping in separate rooms as newlyweds and then complain to grandfather? Tang Yanqi, you’re making quite a noise with your calculations."
Tang Yanqi looked up at Sheng Jianan, feeling a bit speechless. She wanted to jump up and question him, isn’t he the one who proposed sleeping in separate rooms? How did it become her fault?
Moreover, even if Mrs. Zhang is truly Mr. Sheng’s person, she’s still a servant. Without Sheng Jianan’s permission, would she dare come upstairs?
With others, Tang Yanqi would definitely counter it head-on. She might lose in a physical fight, but in a verbal one, she has never lost.
However, faced with Sheng Jianan now, Tang Yanqi pursed her lips and swallowed the words, speaking calmly: "I understand."
After saying that, she calmly turned around and walked into the master bedroom.
The room was still as luxurious and bright as on the wedding night. Tang Yanqi glanced over the large bed and then focused on the small sofa not far away. Although she wasn’t short, she was slim; the small sofa was sufficient for her to sleep on.
She didn’t dare sleep on the same bed as Sheng Jianan, not because she was afraid of what he might do, but because she feared she wouldn’t be able to resist her own greed, wanting more, just like when he kissed her; she really wanted, so much, to hug him, even if just for a moment.
Tang Yanqi went to the dressing room to grab a set of new pajamas and as she turned back, she saw Sheng Jianan leaning slantingly against the door. Tang Yanqi bit her lip and asked, "Mr. Sheng, will you wash first, or shall I?"
Sheng Jianan raised a wild eyebrow, his hands casually in his pockets, stepping closer, intending to domineerously say "Of course me first, could it be that you want to make this young master wait for you?"
But somehow, what came out was: "I don’t mind us showering together."
In the room, the air seemed to halt for a moment. Immediately, Tang Yanqi’s fair face flushed deep red, instinctively looking away from Sheng Jianan.
Miss Tang maintained a calm front, but internally, she was ranting wildly.
Shameless, shameless, can you be a little bit shameless?
Sheng Jianan was also startled by his own words, he hadn’t meant to say that. But seeing Tang Yanqi’s face reddened by shyness, Sheng Jianan’s mood improved. He approached Tang Yanqi again, reaching and holding her injured wrist.
"You see, you’re injured, aren’t you? What? Want to touch water and worsen the injury, thus extending our cohabitation time? Tang Yanqi, do you think I would let you succeed?"
Tang Yanqi looked up incredulously at Sheng Jianan, my goodness, is this person a late-stage conspiracy theorist?
Why does he think everything is a conspiracy?
"Don’t worry, I’m not interested in someone as skinny as you."
Before Tang Yanqi could say anything, Sheng Jianan’s mocking words descended once more.