227 Hanyu, Is That You?
After a long time, Sang Qianqian still did not receive a reply.
Just as she was hesitating and feeling uneasy, his cold and strong fingers suddenly pinched her chin and lifted it up.
The next moment, the man’s lips landed on hers.
As if something had exploded in Sang Qianqian’s mind, she subconsciously struggled. However, he grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.
Her hands were tied up, so she couldn’t move at all, allowing the other party to do whatever he wanted.
The initial shock and anger were quickly replaced by a familiar and indescribable feeling.
Sang Qianqian was stunned. This feeling was too unforgettable and she would never be wrong.
It was Shen Hanyu. Was she dreaming? or was he really back?
Tears instantly filled her eyes as Sang Qianqian raised her head to respond to him, sinking into the kiss.
She had thought that they were separated, but who knew that they would meet again.
She was afraid that what was in front of her was an illusion, so she desperately tried to hold on to it.
More than three months of bone-deep longing had turned into unruffled love.
The man’s breathing became rough, and a terrifying desire appeared in his dark eyes.
His kisses became fiercer, almost crazy, as if he wanted to swallow the girl in his arms.
The grip on her waist became tighter. He hated that he could not rub her into his bones and blood, never separating from her again.
The air was boiling hot until Shen Hanyu tasted something salty and cold.
He paused for a moment, and his almost confused mind suddenly became clear. The boiling blood in his body instantly cooled down.
He slowly let go of Sang Qianqian and helped her adjust her clothes.
The girl’s face was full of tears, and she seemed to be at a loss for a moment before she choked, “Hanyu, is that you?”
Shen Hanyu’s eyes were dark as he stared at the girl’s tear-stained face.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and she thought he would say something. But in the end, he didn’t say anything.
Sang Qianqian did not get a reply from him and struggled to get off the bed. However, she could not tell which direction she was going and almost fell.
A pair of strong arms supported her steadily, and the last bit of doubt in Sang Qianqian’s heart disappeared.
“Hanyu, I know it’s you,”
Sang Qianqian’s tears rolled down her face. “It’s you, isn’t it?”
She didn’t dare to ask him if he was alive or dead. There was no need to ask.
Whether he was a human or a ghost, she could still accept it.
She had been holding back her emotions, tears, grievances, and longing for Shen Hanyu for more than three months. It was like a flood that could not be stopped.
Her tears gushed out like a fountain, and she cried so hard that she couldn’t speak.
Shen Hanyu’s eyes darkened. He knew he shouldn’t do anything else, but he couldn’t help it.
He bent down and held her face, kissing away her tears bit by bit.
He forced himself to pull away, his hand reaching behind her back to untie her hands.
Outside the door, a waiter knocked on the door and asked if he wanted room service.
That was Guo Muyang’s signal that he had to leave as soon as possible. The voice came closer and closer, with a slight imperceptible urgency.
Alas, he was running out of time.
The lights in the room suddenly went out, and the whole manor fell into darkness again.
Sang Qianqian’s hands were finally free, and she immediately hugged Shen Hanyu tightly.
Shen Hanyu grabbed Sang Qianqian’s wrist and gently pushed her away.
Sang Qianqian opened her teary eyes and found that everything was pitch black. Even the faint light from before had disappeared.
She pulled off the ribbon that covered her eyes and saw the door open gently. A figure seemed to have disappeared into the darkness. However, when she stumbled to the door, she realized that it was closed.
Sang Qianqian touched the door handle and opened it. The lights outside came on at this moment, and the bright light made her close her eyes subconsciously.
There was no one in the corridor.
In the distance, the Ruan family’s bodyguards in black could be seen standing guard. She turned around and saw that the wall lamp in the room was still on.
If it weren’t for the ropes still on the ground, if not for the remnants of his breath and warmth on her lips…
She really wanted to suspect that everything just now was a dream.
This manor was filled with the Ruan family’s people both inside and outside. There were guards on every floor, so it was impossible for outsiders to enter. If that person was really Shen Hanyu, how did he get in?
However, if that wasn’t Shen Hanyu, he wouldn’t have untied her, hugged her, and kissed her like that.
Sang Qianqian stood there in a daze. She could not tell if she was in a dream or in reality.
Footsteps could be heard outside the door and Sang Qianqian quickly ran over to open it.
Xie Shi’an did not expect her to open the door so quickly. He was slightly taken aback, but he could clearly see the intense disappointment in Sang Qianqian’s eyes.
He had already heard from Shao Jin about what had happened at the wedding.
At this moment, no emotions could be seen on his face, but his tone was obviously a little indifferent. “Waiting for someone?”
Sang Qianqian replied calmly, “No. I thought it was a waitress. I wanted her to clean up the room.”
Xie Shi’an looked around the room and found the rope on the ground.
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He lowered his voice. “Did Shao Jin ask someone to kidnap you?”
Sang Qianqian gave a shallow smile. “It wasn’t tied too tightly. I broke free by myself.”
Xie Shi’an didn’t say anything, but his eyes were clearly a little dark.
No matter how much Sang Qianqian went overboard, it was not Shao Jin’s place to punish her.
“I’ll get someone to send you back.”
Xie Shi’an was silent for a moment. “Something happened at the company, so I have to rush over there. I might be back late tonight.”
Sang Qianqian was not surprised. “Alright. Are you leaving now?”
When she said this, she raised her eyes to look at him, her face shining.
Xie Shi’an’s gaze fell on her slightly red and swollen eyes and lips, his eyes shifting slightly.
He could understand that her eyes were red and swollen from crying, but her lips…
Shao Jin’s men definitely wouldn’t be so bold.
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Xie Shi’an still asked softly, “What’s wrong with your lips?”
“Is it very red?”
Sang Qianqian touched her lips and said calmly, “Shao Jin had someone seal my mouth with tape and I kept screaming for help. It’s really painful now, even my wrist.”
Xie Shi’an subconsciously glanced at Sang Qianqian’s wrist.
On her two fair wrists, there were intertwining streaks of blue and purple.
“I’m sorry.” Xie Shi’an’s eyes were apologetic and filled with heartache. “Shao Jin doesn’t know what’s important.”
“It’s fine.” Sang Qianqian paused for a moment. “Shi’an, I’m very sorry for what happened today, but I… I had to do something for Hanyu.”
Her voice was very soft. “I’m sorry, Shi’an. You can pretend that you never had this wedding today. Our relationship will still be the same as before.”
This wedding was indeed as good as not having been held. The proper ceremony didn’t even start, yet it was already adjourned.
“I won’t,”
Xie Shi’an’s voice was very low. “Qianqian, no matter what happened in the past, you are my wife from today onward.”
Sang Qianqian was stunned, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings.
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