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

Chapter 286: Sheng Jianan Acts Shamelessly (Part 6)

"Have you trained before?"

In the pitch-black room, Sheng Jianan suddenly spoke. Tang Yanqi was startled and realized what he was asking. She lightly opened her lips, "Yeah, I joined a club when I first entered school."

"Taekwondo?"

"No, Sanda."

In the dark room, Tang Yanqi couldn’t see the expression on Sheng Jianan’s face, so she didn’t know that the man was currently slightly raising the corners of his mouth while frowning.

He hadn’t expected her to have trained in Sanda; a girl who would go train in Sanda was quite interesting.

At the same time, he felt a twinge of heartache. A wealthy girl who trained in Sanda — one could imagine what her life was like.

The night grew darker, and Tang Yanqi didn’t know when she fell asleep. When she opened her eyes again, sunlight was already streaming through the gap in the curtains.

Groggily, she reached out and touched something warm and pliable.

Before she could figure out what it was, a light voice came from above her head, "Tang Yanqi, have you had enough of touching?"

A single sentence was like a thunderclap, jolting Tang Yanqi awake. She realized she was actually snuggled in Sheng Jianan’s arms, with her neck resting on his arm.

Tang Yanqi immediately pulled back. How could she be in Sheng Jianan’s arms? She was clearly sleeping by the edge of the bed, and her sleeping posture had always been very well-behaved. How did she end up in Sheng Jianan’s arms?

The person next to her moved his arm, "Tang Yanqi, this young master’s injured arm was under you the whole night. So, tell me, how will you compensate me?"

"I... how did I get into your arms?"

Sheng Jianan raised an eyebrow, with a hint of disdain in his tone, "How would I know? You threw yourself into my arms. Do you think this young master, disregarding his injured arm, brought you over?"

He spoke calmly and didn’t bat an eye, not revealing which shameless guy had carefully pulled the person sleeping near the bed edge into his arms as soon as he woke up and played with her long hair for half the morning.

Tang Yanqi certainly didn’t think Sheng Jianan had actively hugged her. She slowly got up and took another look at the bruises on Sheng Jianan’s elbow, which seemed more severe than last night.

"Don’t look at it, you caused it. It hurts like hell."

"...Sorry."

Sheng Jianan had already sat up, with one hand covering the bruised elbow, "Is ’sorry’ enough? What do we need the police for if apologies work?"

"..."

Tang Yanqi had witnessed Sheng Jianan’s childishness before, but this morning, he refreshed her understanding of his childishness. This man, when childish, truly has no limits.

"Tang Yanqi, my hand hurts, can’t lift it, help squeeze the toothpaste."

"Hey, hey, help me put it in my mouth."

"The fried egg should be runny, and the toast should have peanut butter."

"Hand hurts, can’t lift it, you feed me."

"Tang Yanqi, hand hurts, can’t lift it..."

"Tang Yanqi..."

From getting out of bed to finishing breakfast and leaving the apartment, Tang Yanqi felt she had heard "hand hurts, can’t lift it" at least twenty times.

Sheng Jianan was injured because of her, and she indeed felt heartache and guilt earlier. But now, Miss Tang wore a cold expression. This man, one couldn’t just describe him as childish anymore; he’s practically a lunatic.

Bruising hurts, sure, but does it need to hurt that much?

The heartache and guilt within Tang Yanqi vanished into thin air, replaced by countless alpacas galloping through her mind.