CHAPTER 431: CHAPTER 431: CHRISTMAS "SURPRISE" (11)

Tang Yanqi glanced at the bag and then at Sheng Jianan: "The water’s ready."

The man reclining on the bed beckoned her over: "Come here."

Tang Yanqi obediently went over, and Sheng Jianan shoved the bag into her arms: "I was planning to give it to you in a couple of days, but I just had a brain malfunction and was afraid I’d forget, so I’m giving it to you now."

Tang Yanqi: "..."

What does he mean by a brain malfunction?

She already admitted she was wrong, was it necessary? Was it?

Lowering her head to open the bag, inside was a gift box, and inside the box was a white little dress. Tang Yanqi suddenly lifted her head: "This is?"

"Christmas party, on that day, wear this one."

Tang Yanqi looked steadily at the person in front of her, inwardly complaining: She already has so many clothes, yet for a party, a new one must be bought. Young man, this kind of extravagance would not make Mao Zedong happy, you know?

Swallowing, Tang Yanqi smiled flattering: "Thank you, I’ll definitely wear it."

Sheng Jianan squinted slightly, perceiving everything; did he not know the little schemes she was plotting in her mind?

Reaching out to tap on Tang Yanqi’s forehead: "Why are you smiling, hurry up and help Young Master Sheng to bathe and change clothes."

Tang Yanqi chuckled and compliantly helped Sheng Jianan up. Speaking of helping, Young Master Sheng wasn’t so delicate; with his long legs, he stepped in quickly.

Soaking in the warm water, the bump just now indeed had some force; some spot on his back seemed slightly scratched and stung faintly, but Sheng Jianan didn’t care.

His eyes slightly squinted, his lips curved up slightly, thinking of something.

Coming back from Shen Yao’s place today, Sheng Jianan felt somewhat heavy-hearted, maybe because he reminisced about those dark times, or maybe because he went against his once believed-in intentions.

That "she" had once been rather significant in his life, and Sheng Jianan knew he wasn’t passionately devoted to her, but he always felt "she" held quite an important place in his heart.

Later, when he realized he seemed to be falling for Tang Yanqi, his heart experienced brief conflict, but liking was liking, and as for that "she," if fate allowed him to meet her again, he’d repay her kindness; if not, he’d still keep her in his heart.

Now "she" really appeared, and Sheng Jianan realized it wasn’t like how he thought at all. Up until Shen Yao saved him today, he hadn’t actually thought much about anything, not even when she disregarded her own safety to go to him; he barely felt anything.

Listening to her story at Shen Yao’s place, he felt a bit sympathetic, but only that.

This realization made Sheng Jianan feel odd, coupled with the inherent discord in his heart, he was somewhat restless.

But returning here, chatting on the phone, seeing a fluffy thing come out of the room, seeing her blush and glare at him because of his words.

Seeing her accidentally swipe against him, her face entirely lacking its usual calmness and composure, full of panic. Where was any trace of restlessness left in Sheng Jianan’s heart?

Ultimately, it was simple: seeing her filled his heart.

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Outside the bathroom, Tang Yanqi took the little dress out of the box and laid it on the bed, then turned to put Sheng Jianan’s clothes into the dirty laundry basket.

Holding his clothes, Tang Yanqi instinctively lowered her head to sniff them; there was a faint perfume scent, exactly like the one Shen Yao had.