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

The air in the car seemed to be stagnant. Sang Qianqian raised her hand and pressed the window.

The cool night breeze blew in, Sang Qianqian took a deep breath, and the inexplicable emotions in his heart gradually calmed down.

Glancing at Shen Hanyu secretly, Sang Qianqian felt that her attitude just now was a little stiff.

He must be so worried about her because of the existence of the person behind the scenes and fear that something might happen to her.

In fact, work and family are indispensable to her. In a sense, Shen Hanyu and her future children are far more important than work.

Just as he was thinking about how to explain to Shen Hanyu and apologize again, the car had already turned into the small courtyard.

They're home.

Shen Hanyu parked the car without even looking at her, opened the door and got out of the car.

Sang sighed lightly, okay, this temper is quite bad.

However, considering that he will be traveling far away tomorrow, I'd better give in tonight and coax him.

She was thinking about how to comfort Shen Hanyu later, when the car door beside her was opened.

Shen Hanyu leaned in expressionlessly and hugged her firmly.

Sang struggled briefly: "I can walk by myself."

It's just a skin injury. He's so delicate that he can't walk.

Shen Hanyu ignored her, carried her into the house, and only let her down when they reached the bedroom.

"Go to bed early."

He left these words and left.

Sang Qianqian was a little funny, "Why are you going?"

Shen Hanyu said calmly: "There are some things that need to be dealt with."

"But my leg is injured and I can't touch the water in the shower. I need help."

Sang Qianqian said, "And I'll have to take another dose of medicine later."

In fact, she can handle it all by herself, she doesn't need help at all, she's just cheating.

Shen Hanyu looked at her deeply, but after all, he still didn't leave.

After Sang Qianqian finished taking a bath and applied medicine to the wound, Shen Hanyu sat on the sofa and turned on the computer, "You sleep, I will stay with you."

Sang Qianqian was looking for trouble, "If you turn on the computer, it's too bright and I can't sleep."

Shen Hanyu paused in moving the mouse.

In fact, he didn't lie to Sang Qianqian when he said he had something to deal with. He really had something to do.

However, the next second, he closed the computer and turned off the small wall lamp beside the bed.

The room was dark, and Sang Qianqian heard him say, "You can sleep now."

Sang Qianqian was a little frustrated, why was this person so confused about style?

After holding it in for a while, I didn't hear anything else.

Sang Qianqian couldn't bear it anymore: "Shen Hanyu."

In the darkness, he immediately responded, "I'm here."

Sang Qianqian was angry: "I need someone to accompany me so I can sleep."

Shen Hanyu: "."

After a while, Sang Qianqian heard the rustle of undressing, and he lay down next to her.

As soon as the depression in her heart dissipated a little, Sang Qianqian discovered that there was still quite a distance between Shen Hanyu and her.

In the past, there was no distance between them at all, because she would be held in his arms.

Sang Qianqian became even more angry, "Shen Hanyu, do you have to make me angry on purpose? Do you have to make me unable to sleep tonight?"

Shen Hanyu didn't understand what she meant, "I didn't."

"He said no."

Sang Qian snorted, "You are so far away from me, you just don't want me to fall asleep!"

Shen Hanyu was slightly startled.

He sighed softly, stretched out his hands to hug Sang Qianqian into his arms, and his deep voice was full of helplessness and doting: "Is this okay?"

Sang Qianqian never thought that she was an unreasonable person before.

But sometimes when faced with Shen Hanyu, I just couldn't help but be a little angry: "Why are you sighing? Do you think I'm annoying?"

Shen Hanyu said in a low voice: "How could it be?"

"I don't believe it, you must be thinking."

Before Sang Qianqian could finish her words, her lips were blocked.

I don't know how Shen Hanyu accurately found her mouth in such a dark place. Anyway, she had no chance to say those words.

After a while, Shen Hanyu let go of her, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead again, his voice hoarse and gentle: "Be good, go to sleep."

The depressed emotions in Sang Qianqian's heart had long since disappeared, and now only the warmth and softness remained.

She leaned against Shen Hanyu and asked in a low voice: "I remember when I first went to Xie's house to see Xiaodie, you didn't agree with it. It was mainly because of Shi'an. Why did you suddenly tell me not to go to Xie's house today?"

In fact, with Shen Hanyu's temperament, there must be a reason for saying this. She didn't even ask for a reason before and got angry directly. She was too impatient.

As expected, Shen Hanyu said slowly: "Ruan Xiaodie, maybe it's not as simple as you think."

He specifically mentioned the company's affairs to pick up Sang Qianqian today, of course because he was leaving the capital tomorrow morning, but more importantly, he wanted to communicate with her about Ruan Xiaodie.

Sang Qianqian was surprised, "What do you mean?"

"I asked Fang Lan to go to the place where she once lived abroad and check her experiences in those years. She lived with her aunt, and the person who took care of her at first was Shao Jin."

In the darkness, Shen Hanyu's voice was smooth and low, "Fang Lan found several thick picture albums in her aunt's house, which were painted by Ruan Xiaodie over the years."

Sang Qianqian was surprised, "Are you sure it was painted by Xiaodie?"

After knowing Ruan Xiaodie for so long, Sang Qianqian has never seen her painting, and Xie Shi'an has never mentioned it.

Before she fully recovered her consciousness, she was particularly fond of various small toys, and the game of building blocks was her favorite. Xie Shi'an and Sang Qianqian both played with her.

Xie Shi'an treated her as a child and bought her many children's gadgets, including various paintbrushes, but Ruan Xiaodie had never painted anything.

Sang Qianqian always thought that Ruan Xiaodie couldn't draw, or that he didn't like drawing at all.

Shen Hanyu nodded, "I'm sure, because every page of the diary is written in Ruan Xiaodie's own tone, and there is also a little butterfly's signature."

"The picture album records the daily life of Ruan Xiaodie and Shao Jin. Shao Jin was very skilled and was sent abroad by Ruan Cheng at the age of sixteen to protect Ruan Xiaodie personally. Ruan Xiaodie was extremely dependent on Shao Jin."

Although Ruan Xiaodie was not in her right mind at the time, her brushes and words recorded her deep attachment to Shao Jin.

After Shao Jin was recalled to China by Ruan Cheng last year, this picture album contained many missive words and graffiti.

Sang Qianqian remembered Shao Jin. He was about the same age as Xie Shi'an. His appearance and bearing were not inferior to Xie Shi'an's, but his temper seemed to be much colder and sharper than Xie Shi'an's. He was also extremely loyal to Ruan Cheng.

Later, in order to help Ruan Cheng escape, he died on the top of Dongshan Mountain together with Ruan Cheng.

But it seems normal for Ruan Xiaodie to instinctively rely on the people who take care of her.

Because although she is already in her twenties, she is still essentially a child.

"Xiaodie is also very dependent on Shi An now."

Sang Qianqian thought for a moment, "Do you think there's anything strange about those picture albums?"