When Love Turns the Tables: The Mysterious Husband's Chase-Chapter 645: So It Was You (5)

Returning to the villa from the "Royal Family," the shock tonight was so overwhelming that Sheng Jianan still felt it was unreal even as he lay in bed holding Tang Yanqi.

"What’s the deal with the handwriting in the book?"

That wasn’t Tang Yanqi’s handwriting, otherwise, he would have recognized it long ago.

"My handwriting was ugly back then, so I copied it using a writing manual."

"So you used perfume back then?"

Back then, when she appeared by his side, she always carried a faint fragrance that was different from Tang Yanqi’s own scent, otherwise, he would have surely noticed.

"Yes, whenever I went there, I would pick a few flowers from your doorstep and carry them with me."

The innocent thoughts of a young girl, long overshadowed by later misunderstandings. Sheng Jianan gently tapped Tang Yanqi’s forehead, yet couldn’t pinpoint where she went wrong.

The kiss fell from the brow to linger on the lips.

Perhaps because he now knew "she" was her, Sheng Jianan was exceptionally wild tonight. Tang Yanqi was completely exhausted, and only had one thought: tomorrow, she wouldn’t need to go to work, for she’d be too tired to even get up.

Maybe the shock tonight was truly overwhelming; even after everything was over and tired beyond measure, Sheng Jianan still couldn’t sleep. He held the woman in his arms slightly tighter, kissed her forehead, and kissed her again.

As for the former "her," when he realized he was in love with a woman named Tang Yanqi, he felt at ease. When he later found out that "she" was Shen Yao, all he felt was gratitude. But now, the girl in his arms told him she was the real "her," and Sheng Jianan found his memories of those dark days seemed to awaken like sprouting bamboo shoots after a rain.

He wouldn’t doubt Tang Yanqi’s words, nor would he investigate. He simply believed her—she was the real "her"—because that familiar feeling, he hadn’t felt it with anyone else but Tang Yanqi.

In the morning, Sheng Jianan slept in late but still woke up early. The window was already bright, sunlight streaming in through the cracks, a beam shining right on Tang Yanqi’s face. Sheng Jianan’s eyes softened as he kissed the lips of the woman in his arms again before slowly getting out of bed.

He didn’t go into the bathroom to freshen up but went directly out of the room to the study. He took out his phone and made a call: "Hand her over to the Shen Family. From now on, Shen Yao and I, Sheng Jianan, have nothing to do with each other. Let the Shen Family handle their own matters. Tell them, if they don’t want to antagonize Shengshi, then don’t let her appear before me."

Sheng Jianan’s voice was cold, completely different from the gentle manner he had just been kissing Tang Yanqi, his dark eyes like an iceberg.

Without saying much, Sheng Jianan hung up the phone, went back to freshen up, and before he could leave the bathroom, his phone rang again.

"Mr. Sheng, Miss Shen wants to speak with you."

"I have nothing to say to her. Don’t bother me with such matters. If you can’t handle even this, then you can leave."

On the phone, Sheng Jianan could still hear Shen Yao’s heart-wrenching cries, but he didn’t care. Since she dared to play tricks on him, she must bear the risks and consequences of doing so.

Shen Yao was unlike Mrs. Sheng. She merely made a mistake, not committed a crime, so he wouldn’t send her to prison. But Sheng Jianan knew, delivering Shen Yao back to the Shen Family was as good as sending her to jail.

Yet he didn’t care; he was more concerned now with his and Tang Yanqi’s wedding.