CHAPTER 342: CHAPTER 342: WHAT BACK DOOR? IT’S JUST OUR OWN DOOR (2)

Not long after, Sheng Jianan came out of the room. Mrs. Sheng didn’t know where she went, leaving only Shen Yao and Tang Yanqi in the living room.

Sheng Jianan walked over to Tang Yanqi, "Ready to go?"

Tang Yanqi nodded. Mr. Sheng followed behind Sheng Jianan, waving his hand, "Go on, go on, it’s too late, and driving isn’t safe."

After saying this, he glanced at Shen Yao and continued, "Jianan, Yaoyao didn’t drive here, give her a lift."

Sheng Jianan nodded. Tang Yanqi didn’t feel uncomfortable. Although the relationship between Shen Yao and Sheng Jianan was subtle, she wasn’t an unreasonable person.

The Sheng Family’s old house is very remote, so it was impossible to hail a cab. Instead of having a driver drop her off and come back, it would save the trouble to drop her off on the way.

Shen Yao graciously bid farewell to everyone, and the three of them left together.

Sheng Jianan first opened the front passenger door for Tang Yanqi, fastened her seatbelt, and then opened the rear seat for Shen Yao.

Though Young Master Sheng was wild, he still had a gentlemanly side. Shen Yao smiled, "Thank you."

The car slowly drove out of the old house, and Sheng Jianan asked, "Where does Miss Shen live?"

Shen Yao gave her address, which sounded familiar to Tang Yanqi, but she couldn’t recall it at the moment.

It wasn’t until they arrived that she realized Shen Yao’s neighborhood was not far from Sheng Jianan’s apartment. It was in a bustling city center where many wealthy people working in the CBD preferred to live.

Traveling or safety, all were assured, and Shen Yao’s choice was no exception.

After dropping Shen Yao off, Sheng Jianan didn’t return to Lake Bay Villa but went directly to his apartment located in the city center.

As soon as they entered, without even turning on the lights, Tang Yanqi was pressed against the door by someone, who lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

The man held her nape with one hand, and placed the other on her waist; they lingered for a while before Sheng Jianan let go, resting his forehead against hers.

Although the lights were off in the room, Tang Yanqi could still see the deep, smiling glow in the man’s eyes.

"Jealous?"

The low voice echoed in the quiet room. Tang Yanqi steadied her breath, pursed her lips, and then relaxed, "No."

"Really not?"

"Mm!"

She wasn’t pretending to be magnanimous; she really wasn’t.

When she met Shen Yao at the Sheng Family, she felt a little uneasy. But rather than jealousy, it was fear.

But everything Sheng Jianan did afterward made her feel very at ease, whether it was his seemingly casual hand on her shoulder, the food he put on her plate during dinner, or the way he came immediately to her side after leaving Mr. Sheng’s room.

All these made her feel very reassured. The sense of security he gave dispelled the fear she originally had, so why would she still be jealous?

Sheng Jianan chuckled twice, pulled her into his arms, letting her face rest against his chest. "Yanqi, trust me."

In the silent house, under the deep night, the man’s low voice was like a gentle spring breeze blooming flowers in the darkness.

Tang Yanqi took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and reached out to hug the man’s lean waist.

She believed, as long as he said it, she believed it.

Even if Sheng Jianan told her the world would end tomorrow, she would believe it.

Her lips were fiercely kissed again. Tang Yanqi’s little gesture evidently caused a huge stir, and Sheng Jianan pulled her along into the room.