When Love Turns the Tables: The Mysterious Husband's Chase

Chapter 276: Tang Yanqi’s Background (6)

Sheng Jianan has a mild case of mysophobia. Not even his closest friends have ever been able to lean on him so unkept.

But now, for some reason, Sheng Jianan didn’t want to push Tang Yanqi away at all. Her act of throwing herself into his arms instantly changed his previously stern face, and he wrapped his arms around Tang Yanqi, resting his chin on her head. He clearly wanted to say something tender, but the words turned into, "So passionate? Missed me, huh?"

The upward lilt at the end of his sentence, especially the final "huh?", was full of teasing, sounding so ambiguous, especially in a place like the bathroom.

But Tang Yanqi didn’t care about any of this. She just wanted some warmth, and she rubbed her head slightly in Sheng Jianan’s embrace, a small action that filled Sheng Jianan with an indescribable comfort.

His gaze softened and softened again as he affectionately reached out to stroke Tang Yanqi’s long hair, coaxing her gently, "Be good, take a shower first."

Tang Yanqi still held her head low, responding with a muffled "mm" sound.

Sheng Jianan walked out of the bathroom, his shirt now wrinkled, with some water stains on it.

Closing the door of the rest room behind him, Sheng Jianan turned back to take a look. The previously slightly upturned corners of his mouth and smiling eyes gradually cooled down, turning into an icy chill.

Qiao Zi entered with the clothes prepared for Tang Yanqi and shivered slightly at the cold atmosphere inside. Her first reaction was, did the couple have a fight? Otherwise, they were fine just a moment ago; how did the boss suddenly become so cold?

Most of the time, Sheng Jianan gave off a sense of arrogance. He was outrageously handsome and boldly reckless in his actions, possessing a domineering arrogance standing atop the world, yet lacked a bit of steadiness—but that’s only how outsiders felt.

Having been by this man’s side for years, Qiao Zi knew Sheng Jianan’s temper too well. If you thought he was arrogant or indifferent, it only meant that Young Master Sheng simply didn’t see you as worthy of his attention.

But at times like this, when his every move radiated piercing coldness, Qiao Zi understood that Sheng Jianan was angry.

"Boss, these are the Young Madam’s clothes."

Sheng Jianan reached out for the bag Qiao Zi handed over, glanced again at the rest room door, and said, "Find out where Young Madam went just now, and whom she met."

"Yes."

The way Tang Yanqi threw herself into his arms, and how she tucked away her thorns, acting as docile as a kitten, naturally made Sheng Jianan happy. But happiness aside, he still acutely sensed that something was off with Tang Yanqi.

In front of him, this woman most often appeared as if nothing in the world mattered to her. But today, she wasn’t indifferent; she was wounded. She showed her vulnerability in front of him.

This was unlike all previous situations. He didn’t ask anything; she showed her vulnerability voluntarily.

After Qiao Zi turned and left, Sheng Jianan rubbed his chest, here, it hurt.

Seeing Tang Yanqi standing in the drizzle like a fool, he was angry, angry at her foolishness. Yet just now, when she lightly rubbed herself in his embrace, Sheng Jianan distinctly felt a mix of stabbing pain and pleasure spreading from his heart.

It was an unfamiliar feeling, very unfamiliar—a mix of heartache, pleasure, and anxiety.