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

Until, after parting with Fang Lan, Sang Qianqian and Shen Hanyu got into the car.

Shen Hanyu still held her hand, didn't speak all the way, just stared at her.

Only then did Sang Qianqian notice his strangeness. He seemed to be really drunk.

So many people took turns to toast just now, and that Li Zhongjin was tossing all kinds of toasting tricks one after another, saying it was an apology, a congratulations, and why he was absent from the original wedding, so now he has to toast the couple three times Fill.

Sang Qianqian quietly pulled Shen Hanyu's hand under the table to tell him not to drink, but he replied, "It's rare to be happy today, I'm fine."

Well, seeing his calm and unrestrained appearance at that time, she thought he could drink thousands of drinks without getting drunk, isn't he still drunk?

"It will take half an hour to get home."

Sang Qianqian pushed Shen Hanyu to lean on the seat, "Close your eyes and sleep for a while."

Shen Hanyu really closed her eyes obediently, but still refused to let go of her hand, holding it tightly.

I don't know if it was because of the alcohol, but the temperature of his palm was very high, and after a while, Sang Qianqian's palm was covered with sweat.

Hearing Shen Hanyu's steady and even breathing, as if he had fallen asleep, Sang Qianqian cautiously tried to pull his hand out.

Unexpectedly, with just a slight movement, he immediately opened his eyes.

Sang Qianqian: "."

I could only pat his hand comfortingly, "I won't move, you go to sleep."

Shen Hanyu refused, and looked at her without saying a word.

Shen Hanyu, who was drunk, was unusually quiet, and also had a different kind of cute stubbornness.

Sang Qianqian was a little amused, thinking that she would be home soon anyway, so she didn't insist.

Wei Wei turned his head to look out of the car window, and outside was the all-too-familiar street scene of the capital.

In the dark sky, a full moon hangs high, shining brightly.

It's a bit of an unreal dream.

However, the familiar clear breath, hot palms, and sticky sweat from the people around her all told her that this was not a dream.

"Do you know? When I was abroad, one night, there was such a big moon."

Sang Qianqian pulled Shen Hanyu closer, and pointed him to the moon in the sky, "That was the night Professor Fall died."

It was still a winter night at that time, the cold night was cold and the moon was cold, but it couldn't resist the coldness in her heart.

That night was perhaps the most desperate night in her life.

Thinking that she would never be able to save Shen Hanyu again, when she was sent back to her residence by Xie Shi'an, she was so disheartened that she couldn't fall asleep. In the middle of the night, she went to Professor Faure's house that had long been burned to ruins. .

After standing in the ruins for a long time, I couldn't bear it anymore and entered the half-burned house.

Knowing that there is no hope, but she seems to be possessed, wanting to try to find what she wants in the ruins.

I searched everywhere I could, but found nothing.

Her hands were blackened by the burnt ash, and she was scratched in several places, dripping with blood.

But she couldn't feel the pain, and sat wearily in a corner that was still sheltered from the wind, crying with her head buried.

After taking care of Professor Fall for several days, she hardly closed her eyes, was exhausted physically and mentally, and was frozen in the cold wind for most of the night. Her mind was dizzy, and then she just fell asleep like that.

When she woke up, she didn't feel cold, but very warm.

She was covered with a thick cashmere blanket, and not far from her was a burning fire, bright and warm.

Even the burnt black on her hands was cleaned, and the wound was wrapped in gauze.

When Sang Qianqian was in a daze, Xie Shi'an walked in with a pile of firewood.

"It's rare to see you fall asleep without waking you up."

He didn't ask her why she came here in the middle of the night, and he didn't ask her why her hand hurt. After saying that, he sat down quietly and added firewood to the fire.

The two sat relatively silently, each thinking about something on their minds.

Sang Qianqian remembered that that winter night was very quiet, only the sound of crackling sparks when the firewood was burning.

Later, it was Xie Shi'an who broke the silence.

He asked Sang Qianqian to go back to find Shen Hanyu and make his heart clear to Shen Hanyu. In this way, there would be less regrets left. As for Professor Fall's funeral, he will arrange it.

However, Sang Qianqian hesitated again and again, and stayed.

I planned to go back to China to find Shen Hanyu after Professor Fowle's funeral.

Unexpectedly, she came back from a desperate situation later, and fate finally gave her and Shen Hanyu a chance.

Although after returning to China, she was busy with Shen Hanyu's affairs, she only saw Xie Shi'an on the night of testing the medicine, and she never had any contact with him after that.

But Sang Qianqian always remembered Xie Shi'an on that cold winter night, the warm fire, and the words he said to her.

That kind of Xie Shi'an is just like the Xie Shi'an she once knew, calm, rational, gentle, and humble.

He had clearly put it down, how could he send such a photo on the day she and Shen Hanyu returned to Zhen's house?

Sang Qianqian retracted her gaze and looked at Shen Hanyu.

The street lights on both sides of the road flashed across the car very quickly, the light inside the car flickered on and off, and the man's handsome face with sharp edges and corners appeared and disappeared from time to time.

He was still looking at the moon, his black eyes were quiet, if Sang Qianqian hadn't known that he was drunk, he would almost have thought that he was sober at the moment.

It is precisely because I know he is drunk that I can tell him something without any scruples, otherwise, I am afraid that he will think too much and become jealous if nothing else.

"It was very cold that night, and Shi An stayed with me for a long time in Professor Fowle's burned house. He told me, let me come back and find you."

Sang Qianqian murmured thoughtfully, "I absolutely don't believe that those photos are related to Xie Shi'an. If it wasn't Shi'an, who would it be?"

Those photos were obviously taken from surveillance records, and the courtyard where she was imprisoned by Ruan Cheng was the former home of Xie Shi'an and his sister.

There are so many very private pictures of her and Xie Shi'an getting along in the small courtyard, except for Ruan Cheng, maybe only Xie Shi'an can see them.

Ruan Cheng is long gone, and almost all of his loyal subordinates are dead, and Cui Ke, who is left, has long been sent abroad to take care of Ruan Xiaodie.

He knew almost nothing about what happened in the country, and it was unlikely that he would get those surveillances beyond Xie Shi'an.

So who actually sent those photos to Li Zhongjin?

Shen Hanyu didn't speak, he just stared at the moon outside the window in a daze.

Sang Qianqian didn't expect him to answer herself.

Thinking in his heart, he had to meet Xie Shi'an in the next two days, first, to ask him about these photos, and second, to see how Ruan Xiaodie was doing recently.

In the silence, Shen Hanyu suddenly heard Shen Hanyu whispering: "I know."

Sang Qianqian wondered, "You know? Know what?"

"I know that one night in a foreign country, there is also such a big moon."

He repeated Sang Qianqian's previous sentence almost word for word, "That was the night Professor Fall died."

Sang Qianqian thought he was talking drunk, and teased him with a smile: "Really? But how would you know?"

Shen Hanyu looked at her steadfastly, his eyes were blurred like a drunk person's, but the words he spoke were extremely clear.

He said word for word, "Because, I am also there."