It must be admitted, Tang Yanqi had a point when she said he had an unavoidable reason to marry her, a reason that made it absolutely impossible for him to divorce her now.
But if the person in front of him thought that this was enough to control him, she was too naive.
"Not bad with words."
"Thank you!"
"Three conditions: First, do not climb into my bed. Second, do not interfere in my matters. Third, after you graduate from university, you apply to study abroad and we get a divorce. As long as you agree, I promise the Tang Family will not fall."
"Deal. Add one more thing: do not reveal who I am to the public, which means I won't accompany you to any bizarre events."
Sheng Jianan clearly did not expect Tang Yanqi to agree so readily. His brows knitted, feeling a bit discontented by being disdained.
Tang Yanqi stood up, dragging the heavy wedding dress, and pointed to the two-meter by two-meter bed beside her: "Well, does this bed count as yours or mine?"
"What?"
The development of events was completely different from what Sheng Jianan had imagined, making him a bit at a loss for a moment.
"If this bed counts as yours, I'll go out first. After a busy day, I'm tired and want to sleep."
The wedding room of Sheng Jianan and Tang Yanqi was located in the Lake Bay Villa District, not at the Sheng Family's old house. Besides her and Sheng Jianan, there was no third person in the villa.
After leaving the master bedroom, Tang Yanqi went to a guest room furthest from the master bedroom, and as soon as she closed the door, the indifferent expression on her face instantly shattered, and she slid down to the ground against the door.
The hem of the wedding dress was large, and at that moment, she curled up into the wedding dress entirely.
Hugging her shoulders with her hands, Tang Yanqi buried her face between her knees.
Tang Yanqi had a little secret that no one in the world knew: she married the person she always wanted to, but in the way she least wanted.
Taking off the heavy wedding dress, Tang Yanqi walked into the bathroom to take a shower. When she came out, her eyes were a bit red, washed clean by the warm water along with her tears and exhaustion.
On the other side, in the master bedroom, Sheng Jianan stood with a glass of red wine in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, no longer in a crisp suit, instead in a dark blue bathrobe, revealing his chest, his handsome profile, gazing forty-five degrees at the sky.
Draining the wine in the glass in one go, Sheng Jianan turned back to the bed, catching a glimpse of the divorce agreement at the corner of his eye, his brow inadvertently furrowing slightly.
Business marriage is the last thing he needed; with Shengshi Group standing at the top globally, such processes seemed too childish in Sheng Jianan's eyes.
He agreed to it only because of a request from his grandpa. Those familiar with Sheng Jianan knew this man was wildly arrogant and domineering, seemingly without any weaknesses; except for one thing, his grandfather, the old president of Shengshi Group.
And the wife his grandfather chose for him, Tang Yanqi... Tsk, Sheng Jianan curled his lips. His impression of her only stayed back in childhood when she always followed him around, proclaiming she wanted to marry him. Later, when he went abroad to study, he had no more impression. The Tang Family used to be considered noble, but before Shengshi Group, they didn't even count as middle class.
The reason his grandpa chose Tang Yanqi was simple: he and Tang Yanqi's grandpa were comrades-in-arms.
But Sheng Jianan was sure of one more thing: Tang Yanqi must have some means. After all, his grandpa's comrades-in-arms were more than just one.
Sheng Jianan remembered his grandpa's evaluation of Tang Yanqi: beautiful, generous, gentle, timid.
Heh, beautiful, maybe, generous? Not sure!
As for gentle and timid... thinking of how that woman had just spoken so clearly and logically, she was clearly a little hedgehog with spikes. Where was the gentleness? Where was the timidity?