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

Sang Qianqian hasn't felt this uneasy for a long time.

Photo incident, hospital fire, hijacking incident, Choi Yeol's death.

The mysterious man hiding behind the heavy curtains has not yet revealed his true face, but he escapes every time he stirs up trouble.

If Shen Hanyu hadn't given Jian Zheng more instructions this time, even Xu Meixi's suspicion would have been easily removed.

Who this person is and what he wants to do is unclear.

But the depth of the other party's thoughts and strategies is really shocking.

Sang Qianqian stopped with complicated thoughts, "Han Yu."

Shen Hanyu looked back, "Huh?"

Sang Qianqian didn't respond, stretched out her hands to hug him gently, and put her head on his chest.

This all-too-familiar embrace and the refreshing smell made Sang Qianqian feel a deep nostalgia for her. Even though he was right in front of her, she still couldn't help but hug him tighter.

Sometimes two people get along to a certain point, and there are many things they don’t need to ask or say, but each other already understands what they want to say in their hearts.

Shen Hanyu silently hugged her into his arms and stared at her with his lower eyes: "Worried about that person? Don't be afraid, I."

Sang Qianqian didn't wait for him to finish speaking, then stood up on tiptoes and kissed his lips, blocking what Shen Hanyu was about to say.

It was rare for her and Shen Hanyu to have half a day off, and Sang Qianqian really didn't want to let that mysterious man disappoint her at this time.

After a moment's delay, what she responded to was a gentle and intensive tossing and turning.

The summer night wind gently passed through the leaves, and the warm yellow light of the street lamp filtered through the branches and leaves, falling on the two of them in small pieces, reflecting the two overlapping silhouettes on the ground, cuddling together for a long time.

At the end of this long kiss, Sang Qianqian's feet were a little weak, and she hugged Shen Hanyu's arm and hummed softly: "I can't walk anymore."

Shen Hanyu leaned over with a smile, "Then I will carry you."

"OK."

Sang Qianqian didn't refuse, and climbed onto Shen Hanyu's back using her hands and feet.

His back was broad and solid, and his steps were steady. Sang Qianqian hugged his neck, and suddenly remembered an old lyric: The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you.

"Han Yu, you said what will happen when we get old?"

Without waiting for Shen Hanyu to answer, she continued talking to herself, "My face must have been full of wrinkles at that time, and I didn't look good at all. Will you dislike me?"

Shen Hanyu laughed, "I will be old by then, so what right do I have to dislike you?"

"Then can you still carry me?"

"certainly."

"What if I get old and turn into a fat old lady?"

"Then I will work hard to become a strong old man, and I will be able to carry you."

Sang Qianqian imagined what the "robust" older version of Shen Hanyu would look like, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It was already very late when I got home that night.

After taking a bath and lying on the bed, Sang Qianqian raised her hand to turn off the bedside lamp. When Shen Hanyu lay down, she leaned into his ear and said, "Hanyu, let's have a child."

Shen Hanyu suspected that he heard wrongly: "What did you say?"

Sang Qianqian said seriously: "I said, we want a child."

Shen Hanyu froze for a few seconds as if he was electrocuted, "Are you sure?"

He had made this proposal when he and Sang Qianqian received their marriage certificate and began to resume their life as husband and wife.

But at that time, Sang Qianqian thought about it and still didn't agree.

She didn't want to have a baby too early and wanted to wait a little longer, "We'll talk about it after we get back to Mingcheng."

Unexpectedly, tonight, she took the initiative to mention this matter. How could Shen Hanyu not be overjoyed, but couldn't believe it.

"I've said it twice, but you still ask me if I'm not sure."

Sang Qian curled her lips and turned away deliberately, "Don't you want it? If you don't want it, then don't want it."

In the darkness, a pair of strong arms embraced her from behind.

Shen Hanyu's hoarse voice, accompanied by his hot breath, fell in her ears: "Don't regret it."

There was no room for Sang Qianqian to regret.

The night was deep, Sang Qianqian curled up in Shen Hanyu's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Hanyu stared at her in the moonlight outside the window, his dark eyes filled with endless tenderness.

He pressed a soft kiss on her forehead and whispered the words that Sang Qianqian had blocked on his lips: "Don't be afraid, I won't let the past happen again, but you have to believe me, Qianqian."

She doesn't need to worry about anything, she just needs to trust him absolutely, and don't insist on breaking up with him and facing everything alone in order not to drag him down like before.

The summer night was a bit cold, so Shen Hanyu covered Sang Qianqian with a thin blanket, got up very lightly, and went to the study.

Jian Zheng has already sent over all the information on the kidnapping case.

Shen Hanyu tapped the keyboard with his slender fingers, his black eyes gleaming with a cold light.

The man wanted to be completely invisible behind the scenes, but he was still a little short of the mark.

Cui Lie's fake death was originally flawless, but Sang Qianqian accidentally discovered the clues and transferred him to the hospital midway. In the end, the man failed to calm down and actually decided to blame Xu Meixi.

They kidnapped Xu Meixi's family to make her submit and killed Cui Lie. This process left almost no clues.

But only almost.

The few remaining clues are hard to find, but they are a gray line and a vein running for thousands of miles, which is enough for Shen Hanyu.

The next day.

When she received a call from Ruan Xiaoshuang, Sang Qianqian did not dare to delay and hurried to find her during her lunch break.

It was also a coincidence that as soon as the car arrived in front of Song Yu's studio, Sang Qianqian saw a very eye-catching scene: Song Yu, who had traveled abroad, had already returned to his country, and now he was looking proud of the spring breeze. Entertain guests at the studio door.

Many of these guests came here after seeing the art exhibition. Some wanted to make friends with Song Yu, some wanted to buy his paintings, and some wanted to see if there were any opportunities for cooperation.

In the past, Sang Qianqian might have been happy for Song Yu's success just because this man was Ruan Xiaoshuang's fiancé.

But now, seeing this man's face and thinking of his face cuddling with women abroad, Sang Qianqian felt extremely disgusted.

However, what was even more difficult for her to accept was Ruan Xiaoshuang's attitude towards Song Yu.

Ruan Xiaoshuang actually said on the phone that Song Yu had cheated on her, and she hoped Sang Qianqian could keep it a secret for the time being.

Sang Qianqian really couldn't figure out why Ruan Xiaoshuang had wronged herself so much.

She got out of the car and went upstairs to Ruan Xiaoshuang's residence.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Ruan Xiaoshuang lost a little weight, but her expression was much calmer and calmer than the previous few days.

"You're at work and you made a special trip here. Aren't you tired?"

She scolded softly, "I'm not worthy of your concern."

"What do you mean this little thing of yours is not worthy of my attention? This is a major matter that affects your whole life."

Sang Qianqian went straight to the point, "The Song Yu people have come back. Sister Xiaoshuang, have you talked to him?"

"He arrived this morning and he didn't have time to talk."

Ruan Xiaoshuang pursed her lips and remained silent for a few seconds, "Qianqian, I don't plan to talk to him about this. My wedding with Song Yu will be held as usual."