I Was Seduced Into a Marriage After Failing to Charm the Tyrannical Bigshot Chapter 68 – 68 Relax, Don't Be Nervous

68 Relax, Don't Be Nervous
“Second Brother, look who I met!”

Rong Yan dragged Sang Qianqian and ran to the car excitedly. “It's my favorite Sister Qianqian!”

“Oh.”

The young man responded nonchalantly and got out of the car. He sized Sang Qianqian up and turned to Rong Yan, raising his eyebrows. “But didn't your goddess die five years ago?”

Sang Qianqian was speechless.

Goddess? What the hell?

“It must be a resurrection! Amazing, right?”

Rong Yan happily told him about how Sang Qianqian hadn't died from her injuries. She then turned around and introduced him to Sang Qianqian, “Sister Qianqian, this is my second brother, Rong Yi. We are twins.”

Sang Qianqian was surprised.

Rong Yan's figure was petite and weak, but Rong Yi was tall and straight, at least 185 cm and above. The young man's demeanor was unruly and arrogant.

When they stood there, their height, appearance, and aura were all very different. These two people were twins? She wouldn't have known if Rong Yan hadn't told her.

The three of them got into the car.

Rong Yi asked Sang Qianqian for the specific building number she was going to.

Rong Yan was very surprised. “What a coincidence; It's in the same building as my house. Then, it'll be convenient for me to play with Sister Qianqian in the future.”

Sang Qianqian shook her head. “I don't live there. I'm going there to perform acupuncture on a patient.”

“This address seems to be Shen Hanyu's home?”

Rong Yi tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and gave Sang Qianqian a meaningful look in the rearview mirror.

A few years ago, Rong Yan had been madly in love with Sang Qianqian, as if she was a star-chaser, and had collected all sorts of information.

Thanks to this sister of hers, Rong Yi, who wasn't a gossiper, had a clear understanding of Sang Qianqian's past, especially her ‘Life-and-death love' and ‘Unparalleled love' with Shen Hanyu.

Sang Qianqian was taken aback. “You know Shen Hanyu?”

“More than just knowing.”

Rong Yi's tone was very similar to his demeanor just now. “He and my brother, Rong Ce, are college roommates.”

Sang Qianqian was speechless. This world was really small.

On the other hand, Little Rong Yan was very gossipy. “Sister Qianqian, at that time, the media said you liked President Shen, so you took the knife for him, right?”

Sang pursed her lips lightly. “No, that's not true.”

Rong Yan was surprised. “Then why did you save him at the cost of getting injured?”

Sang Qianqian was helpless. “If I were to say that I don't know why I did that either, would you believe me?”

When she saw that person's attempt at assassination, her mind went blank and she didn't know when she rushed over. To be honest, she still didn't understand why her brain had gone haywire at that time.

Rong Yan obviously didn't believe her. “Then what's your relationship with President Shen now?”

Sang Qianqian thought for a moment. “We can barely be considered friends.”

“Then, Sister Qianqian, did you really not like President Shen at all?” Rong Yan was very disappointed.

Back then, the Sang family's young lady and the talented young man Shen Hanyu's love was unparalleled. Rong Yan was the one who had kowtowed the most with the most genuine feelings. She hid under her blanket and read all kinds of ‘Sang Qianqian x Shen Hanyu' doujins at night, crying her eyes out.

Well, now that the main character suddenly said that she had no feelings at all, Rong Yan really couldn't accept it.

At this moment, Sang Qianqian felt as if she had been brought in for investigation. Children really had a lot of questions!

She felt the same way she did when she was surrounded by reporters.

“I really didn't,” she sighed and said seriously.

“What about the future? Is it possible for you guys to be together in the future?”

Rong Yan was full of anticipation. “Sister Qianqian, you're visiting President Shen to see his illness now! There's a chance!”

Maybe the two of them could create some sparks.

“Rong Yan.”

Rong Yi, who was driving in the front, couldn't bear it anymore. “I think you have the potential to be an entertainment paparazzi.”

Rong Yan didn't comprehend the sarcasm in her brother's words and said innocently, “It's not bad to be a paparazzi! You'll get to know a lot of inside gossip.”

Rong Yi slowly added, “A street rat, the kind that everyone wants to beat.”

Rong Yan was furious. “Did you just call me a rat? Don't think I won't tell Big Brother!”

“Do you understand the metaphor?”

Rong Yi was so angry that he laughed. “I told you to read more when you have time, but you didn't listen. Now, you're embarrassing yourself in front of your ‘goddess'. Even I find it embarrassing.”

This sister of his might really have been sick too much when she was young, so she was stupidly cute.

Rong Yan's small face turned red, and she was as angry as a pufferfish.

Sang Qianqian couldn't help but laugh. This pair of brother and sister were really interesting. One was cute, while the other had a poisonous tongue.

Imperial Creek Terrace was a luxurious scenic building. The Rong family lived on the 10th floor, while Shen Hanyu lived on the 19th.

The Rong family had founded several video websites under their name and was developing very well. They were a new wealthy family that had developed in Ming City with the help of the internet in the past few years.

After Rong Yi parked the car, the three of them went into the elevator together. Rong Yan insisted on sending Sang Qianqian upstairs.

However, she was probably a little afraid of Shen Hanyu. When Sang Qianqian knocked on the door, Rong Yan had been hiding behind Rong Yi.

The door opened quickly. Shen Hanyu's eyes flickered when he saw the person outside. “Why are you two together?”

“We happened to meet, so I brought her here. President Shen, since we've sent her over, we'll be leaving now.”

Rong Yi smiled at Sang Qianqian, “Goodbye, Miss Sang.”

Rong Yan also quickly poked her head out from behind her brother. “Goodbye, Sister Qianqian. Come over to my house for dinner when you're free.”

Shen Hanyu watched as the siblings left. He then looked at Sang Qianqian and said, “You seem to be very familiar with them.”

To be exact, he was very familiar with Rong Yi.

She didn't want him to send her home last night, but she wanted this young man to send her to his place.

Sang Qianqian had no idea what the man in front of her was thinking. She smiled and said, “We only met today, it's fate.”

“Come in,” Shen Hanyu said, pursing his lips.

The house inside was huge. It was a two-story duplex with simple, cold decorations in black, white, and gray.

As expected of the observation tower, it had three floor-to-ceiling windows and a wide view. The bright city's neon lights flickered in the night.

“What do you want to drink?” Shen Hanyu asked softly.

Sang Qianqian shook her head. “Let's get you treated first. It's best if we do it in the bedroom.”

He needed to lie down so that she could perform acupuncture.

Shen Hanyu nodded and led her to the bedroom. “Wait a moment.”

He turned around and went to the kitchen. After a while, he came back with a cup of squeezed grapefruit juice and handed it to her. “I don't know what you like, so just drink this for now.”

Sang Qianqian was slightly surprised. It was pomelo juice.

It used to be her favorite drink, especially when it was freshly squeezed. She still loved it even now. However, she was too busy with work and often ate in the hospital cafeteria. She hadn't drank it for a long time.

How did Shen Hanyu know that she liked to drink this, or was it just a coincidence?

However, Sang Qianqian didn't have the time to think about it. She opened her acupuncture bag and took out her silver needles. “President Shen, you can lie down now.”

Shen Hanyu did as he was told. He seemed a little nervous; His body was stiff, and his well-defined fingers were clenched into fists. Wait, he was clenching his fists tightly?

Sang Qianqian glanced at the man's tightly pursed thin lips and almost cold face, and found it inexplicably funny. It turned out that even someone like Shen Hanyu was afraid of needles.

He seemed to be quite calm when Director Xue gave him acupuncture last time.

“Relax, don't be nervous.”

Sang Qianqian softened her voice and comforted her. “It'll hurt a little, but it'll be fine soon.”

The pain was real, but it didn't come very quickly.

However, in order to not make the patient so nervous, the doctor had always been coaxing and lying.

The girl bent over slightly and focused on inserting the silver needle. Her hair accidentally brushed past the back of his hand, and her light breath brushed against his skin.

Shen Hanyu's eyes turned red from the double torture of pain and suffering.

Chapter end