Chapter 198: Chapter 198
Not only Bai Bing and Qi Cheng, but even Tang Yanqi was bewildered by Sheng Jianan. After the car had driven a while, Tang Yanqi finally looked at Sheng Jianan, her eyes full of confusion.
The car stopped at a red light, and Sheng Jianan then turned his head to glance at her: "What? Smitten by my profile?"
Retracting her gaze, Tang Yanqi felt her intellect had been knocked silly; of course, Sheng Jianan said that only for the roommates to hear, and he wouldn’t really send her back to the Tang Family but to the villa. She hadn’t been back for two nights, Mrs. Zhang surely knew, and if it reached Mr. Sheng’s ears, there might be trouble.
Considering this, Tang Yanqi gazed out the window at the scenery. Her mind, after all, was injured and prone to dizziness; soon, her brows furrowed, and her stomach churned; she was carsick.
She endured for a while but couldn’t hold on any longer. The car had already left the city, and Tang Yanqi hurriedly grabbed Sheng Jianan’s arm: "Stop, stop the car, quickly."
Seeing her face full of agony, Sheng Jianan steered the wheel swiftly, stopping by the roadside. Tang Yanqi used the last bit of strength to rush out, squatting by the roadside, and vomiting.
Sheng Jianan stepped out of the car, seeing Tang Yanqi’s disheveled appearance; his heart ached again. Her silhouette was so frail that Sheng Jianan had no doubt that a gust of wind could easily blow her away.
Turning back to the car, he grabbed some tissues and water, walking back to Tang Yanqi’s side. After she finished throwing up, he put water into her hands and draped his jacket over her.
The weather wasn’t cold, but at times , one’s resistance is always lowered, moreover, Tang Yanqi’s health wasn’t good to begin with.
He remembered the doctor repeatedly mentioning "malnutrition."
Tang Yanqi rinsed her mouth, drank some water, and then realized she was wearing Sheng Jianan’s coat. She stood up staggeringly, and the next moment, Sheng Jianan lifted her horizontally, heading back to the car.
Putting Tang Yanqi back in the front passenger seat, Sheng Jianan returned to the car, patting his shoulder: "This young master is generous, lean on me."
A fleeting discomfort showed in Sheng Jianan’s eyes, and his tone was somewhat awkward: "If the old man knew how you look, he’d be worried again."
Tang Yanqi was still dizzy, entirely unaware of the awkwardness in Sheng Jianan’s tone, thinking he was afraid Mrs. Zhang would report her condition to Mr. Sheng.
Tang Yanqi indeed felt very unwell and didn’t hesitate to lean carefully against Sheng Jianan’s arm, closing her eyes.
Sheng Jianan glanced down at her, able to see her jet-black hair, the white bandage, long fluttering lashes, and delicate nose.
Unconsciously, the corners of Sheng Jianan’s mouth lifted a bit. He started the car, doing his best to keep one hand still, thus slowing the car down considerably.
The villa was already quite close, usually taking less than ten minutes, yet today it took over half an hour to reach, and Tang Yanqi fell into a dazed sleep again.
She could feel someone lifting her, and feel herself entering a warm embrace. She knew it must be Sheng Jianan’s embrace. She also knew she shouldn’t be greedy for this warmth and should open her eyes, but inexplicably, she felt dizzy, incapable of opening them.