I Was Seduced Into a Marriage After Failing to Charm the Tyrannical Bigshot

The girl lay on the bed with her head turned sideways, her long hair fanning out on the mattress.

She didn't even take off her shoes, nor did she cover her quilt. There was a faint smell of alcohol in the house. She should have been drinking.

Shen Hanyu walked slowly to the bed, staring at Sang Qianqian.

Since she woke up, he hasn't looked at her well.

At this moment, Shen Hanyu's eyes were almost infatuated, and he moved from her eyebrows little by little, as if he wanted to carve her appearance into his heart.

Tomorrow, she will go back to Yuecheng.

Maybe tonight is the last time he and her will meet, and there will be no more time to see each other in the future.

It's not that Shen Hanyu hasn't separated from Sang Qianqian.

There were even two times when he thought she was dead.

That feeling is like a treasure that has been carefully cared for, shattered in front of his eyes, dazed, and heartache, life also seems to return to the darkness of silence, the cold of all thoughts.

But right now, it's different.

She was right in front of him, but he had to give up on her, the pain was sharper and harder.

He had to hold back all his emotions, and didn't dare to show any tenderness to her, even when she fell asleep, he didn't dare to hug her.

He was afraid that he would lose his mind in the next moment, and selfishly and desperately kept her by his side, and became husband and wife with her again as she wished.

But if that is the case, then her life may wear invisible shackles from now on, and she will bear a heavy burden from now on.

He's doing fine right now, but soon

If she really married him, she would not have the happiness of a normal marriage, and even breaking up would have to bear the criticism of the world and conscience.

One or two years, she may be able to persevere, but three years, five years?

Even if she was willing, how could he bear to see her imprisoned by his side, and live a bleak life like that.

Shen Hanyu took off Sang Qianqian's shoes very lightly, pulled the quilt over, and covered her.

His eyes fell on Sang Qianqian's face again, like a dull knife, slowly gouging out a hole in his heart, empty and painful.

Shen Hanyu closed his eyes, leaned over and gently kissed Sang Qianqian's hair, turned his head and left.

Sang Qianqian didn't actually fall asleep.

She was rather top-heavy, her cheeks were hot, her consciousness was dizzy, and what flashed intermittently in her mind were all the moments she and Shen Hanyu had been together.

Like a dream but not a dream, like waking up but not waking up.

When the light was turned on, she could vaguely feel someone entering the room, but she just didn't want to open her eyes.

Who else, she thought confusedly, it was not her brother, it was her father.

This is Shen Hanyu's residence, and no one else can come in.

The visitor seemed to have walked to the bedside, but never spoke or left.

The lights were on, and the strange silence in the room for a long time finally made Sang Qianqian feel a little uneasy and a little awake.

She could feel that the person was watching her all the time.

The man took off her shoes for her, and his warm hands grasped her feet with extremely gentle movements.

When he covered her quilt, Sang Qianqian was sure of herself and smelled the familiar cold breath.

Sang Qianqian's nerves were instantly tense, and her heart was beating wildly.

Her fingers clenched silently, and she closed her eyes, just pretending to be asleep.

Sang Qian wondered if Shen Hanyu would do something to her.

If he kisses her, or even does something more extreme, then if he says that he doesn't love her, will it be self-defeating.

She waited nervously with some anticipation, but what she never imagined was that Shen Hanyu actually just kissed her hair and left with a touch.

Then, the lights in the room went out, and the footsteps disappeared.

Sang Qianqian was angry and anxious, he just left?

She got out of bed barefoot and chased out the door.

Shen Hanyu walked very fast, and he was nowhere to be seen in the corridor on the second floor.

Sang Qianqian took three and two steps downstairs.

Stepping on the cold marble steps, as if stepping on ice, the chill is refreshing.

Sang Qianqian saw that Shen Hanyu had opened the door and was about to go out.

She still had some residual drunkenness, and her movements were not particularly neat. When she was in a hurry, her feet slipped and she suddenly fell out.

Shen Hanyu heard footsteps behind him, and when he turned back, his pupils shuddered and his heart tightened.

When he rushed over, it was too late, and Sang Qianqian fell onto the platform at the corner of the stairs just in front of him.

In fact, Sang Qianqian didn't feel anything at all. First, because she fell too fast, and secondly, when she slipped, there were only four or five steps left, so it wasn't too dangerous.

It was just that her head slammed on the marble steps, it hurt a lot, she was a little dizzy, and the gold star was shining in front of her eyes.

People were still a little confused, but Sang Qianqian was already lifted up by Shen Hanyu, and a hurried, tense voice landed in her ear, "Where did you fall? Where does it hurt?"

Sang Qianqian was hugged by him, leaning against his arms, the distance between the two was so close, she could clearly hear his violent heartbeat.

Anything can deceive people, but when he sees something wrong with her, his instinctive reaction can't deceive people.

Sang Qianqian blinked, the corners of her lips curved silently.

She said aggrievedly: "It hurts everywhere."

Shen Hanyu carefully picked her up and put her on the sofa, then took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Sang Qianqian saw the three words Sang Minglang on the screen.

So is Shen Hanyu planning to contact her brother and let her brother take care of her?

It's really possible, Shen Hanyu, so he can be cruel enough to ignore her.

Sang Qianqian was so angry that her heart ached, but her face could only be calm.

She took the phone directly from Shen Hanyu's hand, "Brother, don't tell Dad I fell. I'm fine."

Shen Hanyu froze, she was drunk, did she take him as Sang Minglang?

Recalling that once, when she had a fever, she also confusedly regarded him as Sang Minglang, and said a lot of things that she would only say to Sang Minglang.

Instead, Shen Hanyu felt relieved, didn't tell her that she had recognized the wrong person, and asked in a low voice, "Is it all right?"

Sang Qian shook her head, "Brother, I dreamed that Han Yu was coming. I wanted to chase him, but I couldn't."

Shen Hanyu was silent for a moment, "He can't come."

Sang Qianqian wanted to laugh, but she had to pretend to be very depressed, "I know he won't come, he said it all, he doesn't love me at all."

Shen Hanyu couldn't tell what he was feeling for a while.

"It's cold at night, I'll take you back to your room."

In the end, he changed the subject, picked her up, and walked upstairs.

The man in his arms curled up in his arms obediently, his face against his chest.

"Brother, I'm really sad that Han Yu wants to break up with me."

Shen Hanyu heard her sniffling and wanted to cry: "You said, if Hanyu knew that I was so sad, would he feel bad for me, and would not break up with me."

Shen Hanyu's footsteps stopped suddenly, and after a while, he said in a low voice, "He won't."

Sang Qianqian was so angry that she wanted to bite him.

She nodded, "Well, then I won't like him anymore. When I go back to Yuecheng, I'll marry someone else and never see him again."