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

Shen Hanyu was talking about going home.

Sang Qianqian didn't expect that Shen Hanyu had this plan in his heart. Surprisingly, he felt a little warm in his heart.

"What about Uncle Zhen and the old lady?"

Sang Qianqian asked, "I'm afraid they won't be willing to let you go. Besides, you promised Uncle Zhen to go to the group, wouldn't it be bad to leave again?"

"There is a more suitable candidate for the successor of the Zhen family."

Shen Hanyu hugged her slightly, "Qianqian, give me some time, half a year at the earliest, and no more than a year at the longest. I will definitely take you back to Mingcheng."

Zhen Zhu has now changed her attitude and returned to work at the Zhen Family Group.

What remains is how to fulfill the promise to her and how to train her so that her abilities can reach Zhen Yiping's satisfaction.

He and Sang Qianqian grew up in Mingcheng, met in Mingcheng, and even held their wedding in Mingcheng.

When he went to Guangdong City to propose marriage, he specially reserved a large enough piece of land for the Sang family's company and transferred it to the Sang family in the name of his father Shen Shaofeng, just to facilitate the Sang family's future transfer of business back to Mingcheng.

After all, it was because of him that the Sang family had no choice but to move to Guangdong City, and it would be logical for them to move back to Mingcheng in the future.

By then, the family can truly be reunited.

Sang Qianqian was a little confused, "Is there a more suitable candidate for the successor of the Zhen family? Who is it?"

It seems that the only one who can be called the successor of the Zhen family now is Zhen Zhen, but this child will soon go to study abroad, and it will take at least three or four years for her to return after completing her studies.

This does not include the time for her to adapt to the company. Shen Hanyu said that after one year, how could it be possible?

Shen Hanyu explained Zhen Zhu's matter in detail and said apologetically, "Zhen Zhu's condition for returning to the group is that she asks me to investigate the cause of her mother's death for her. I have to go abroad tomorrow and may have to stay for ten and a half months. , I won’t have much time to spend with you in the next period of time.”

Zhenzhu’s mother died abroad that year. Many years have passed, so it is difficult to investigate many things.

I'm afraid I won't be able to find out the results even if I wait for ten and a half days, and it will probably take two more trips.

Sang Qianqian had heard about the entanglement between Zhen Zhu and the Zhen family.

She also had a relationship with Zhen Zhu, and towards this girl, she felt an unspeakable rebellion in her eyes.

She was both surprised that Shen Hanyu could persuade Zhen Zhu to return to the Zhen family, and she was also shocked by the wealthy secrets behind Zhen Zhu's break with the Zhen family.

"I'm not a child, I don't need you to accompany me all the time."

Sang Qianqian said understandingly, "You should be down-to-earth and busy with your work."

She thought of something and asked again: "Can you attend Sister Xiaoshuang's wedding?"

Shen Hanyu nodded, "It should be okay. Her wedding is not in half a month? I will be back by then."

He said, lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead, "When I'm not in the capital, remember to ask Jian Zheng to accompany you to Xie's house."

Every week she has to go to Xie's house to treat Ruan Xiaodie. Last week she acted coquettishly and said that she didn't need Jian Zheng to accompany her and just went by herself. Shen Hanyu couldn't resist and agreed.

But now that he has to be away for such a long time, he naturally can't rest assured.

Sang Qianqian looked up at him for a few seconds, couldn't help but smile, and promised obediently: "I know, don't worry. I won't talk to other men when my husband is away."

Jian Zheng followed because of safety, but Sang Qianqian understood another layer of Shen Hanyu's unspoken thoughts: he didn't want her to get too close to Xie Shi'an,

Shen Hanyu raised his lips and said, "It's good that you know."

The two chatted for a while, and Sang Qianqian gradually became sleepy, curled up in Shen Hanyu's arms, and fell asleep.

The snowy and frosty moonlight came in, illuminating her peaceful sleeping face, with the corners of her lips slightly curved with a smile.

It seemed that only she had this magic power. Every smile and every move could touch his heartstrings.

Even if he just slept peacefully like this, saying nothing or doing nothing, his heart was already surging again.

Shen Hanyu couldn't help lowering his head and kissed her lips.

However, he still felt sorry for her after all. Shen Hanyu didn't do anything in the end, he just hugged her and lay down with his eyes closed.

The next morning, when Sang Qianqian got up, Shen Hanyu had already cooked breakfast himself.

Maybe it was because he was about to go on a business trip and couldn't cook for her for several days, so this breakfast was particularly rich.

Although Sang Qianqian always had a smile on her face and acted very sensible last night, when she sent Shen Hanyu out, she felt sour in her heart for some reason.

Jian Zheng sent Shen Hanyu to the airport and was already waiting in the courtyard.

Sang Qianqian gave Shen Hanyu a big bear hug and smiled brightly: "I'll wait for you to come back."

Shen Hanyu took a deep look at her, raised his hand and touched her head, then turned around and got into the car.

Sang Qian smiled and waved to Shen Hanyu, but the moment the car drove out of the courtyard and disappeared from sight, her eye circles immediately turned red.

She chased out of the gate of the small courtyard and only had time to glance at the afterimage of the car. In the blink of an eye, it had disappeared around the corner.

Sang Qianqian stood silently for a while, not knowing what to feel in her heart.

It was just a business trip, but she just couldn't bear to let him go.

But then I thought about it, Shen Hanyu said that he could return to Mingcheng in one year at most, and he felt inexplicably better.

The car turned a corner, but it was not on the way to the airport. Instead, it went straight to the suburbs and stopped in front of a hospital hidden by trees.

It's just that this hospital is different from others. There are security personnel guarding the entrance. There are tall wire fences all around the hospital. And the patients inside actually have a series of numbers on their hospital uniforms.

Obviously, this is a place specially designed for sick prisoners to receive medical treatment and recuperate.

The car stopped slowly at the door, and Jian Zheng whispered: "Mr. Shen, we're here."

In the back seat, Shen Hanyu, who had closed his eyes to relax, opened his eyes and glanced out the window, "Is everything arranged?"

"arranged."

Jian Zheng said respectfully: "It's just that the police said that Cui Lie is very ill now. I'm afraid they won't be able to find out anything even if they visit."

Shen Hanyu said calmly: "Go in and take a look before talking."

The two got out of the car and quickly arrived at the inpatient department of the hospital. Jian Zheng accompanied Shen Hanyu to the thirteenth floor.

This floor was full of serious criminals, so there were several guards guarding the entrance to the passage. Since they had already greeted him in advance, the guards nodded to Shen Hanyu and cooperated to let the entrance go.

A medical staff led Shen Hanyu and stopped in front of a ward: "Mr. Shen, the person you want to visit is inside."

Shen Han nodded and raised his hand to push open the door.

In the room, a patient, whose hands and feet were handcuffed to the bed railing, was lying on the bed with a haggard and weak look. His hair was messy and gray, his cheeks were abnormally thin, his eye sockets were sunken, and his cheekbones were protruding. He looked a bit scary.

If the medical staff had not clearly told who the person living in this room was, Shen Hanyu would have had to hesitate for a few seconds to connect the person who looked terminally ill in front of him with the person in his memory.