I Was Seduced Into a Marriage After Failing to Charm the Tyrannical Bigshot - Chapter 432

Chapter 432 Tell me, your reason

She is not that stupid, she has self-knowledge, and has always been very clear about the strength of herself and Shen Hanyu.

From the beginning to the end, she never wanted to confront Shen Hanyu head-on.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have tried her best to pretend to be mentally handicapped, and she wouldn’t have left the capital as soon as she showed her feet.

Hiding behind the scenes, stirring up waves, playing with everyone, watching Shen Hanyu and Sang Qianqian live and part with his own eyes, watching him suffer unbearably, tired of dealing with all kinds of troubles, haha, that would be fun.

She smiled and glanced across at Sang Qianqian and Xie Shian who were obviously relieved.

I just feel funny in my heart.

These two people, do they think that they still have room for redemption, which is why they are so calm.

Unfortunately, she won’t give them any chance to turn things around.

In her chessboard, everyone is just a pawn, and everyone will complete the big game step by step according to her predetermined plan.

Until, the end.

Shen Hanyu did receive a call from Sang Qianqian. She said that she would return to Mingcheng together after Sang Pengcheng came back from abroad and dealt with the affairs of the Beijing branch.

He didn’t have the slightest doubt at all, because he never thought that Sang Qianqian would lie to him.

It’s not that she didn’t feel strange, because Sang Qianqian hardly contacted him.

However, he didn’t have time to clone himself, and he didn’t even have time to think about it. All his energy was devoted to search and rescue at that time.

With the passage of time, Shen Shaofeng’s search and rescue finally came to an end.

Even though the mobile phone he left behind was sent back to the beach by the tide, in the end, there was no miracle.

The day of the funeral was soon set.

Several Shen Hanyu, who hadn’t closed their eyes day and night, dialed Sang Qianqian’s phone and told her the news in a hoarse voice.

Sang Qianqian was silent on the other end of the phone for a long time, “Han Yu, I might not come back.”

Her reason is that her father failed to come back from abroad due to health reasons, and now she is in charge of handling the matter of the Beijing branch, and she can’t get away at all.

This excuse was too clumsy, Shen Hanyu hung up the phone and contacted Sang Pengcheng directly.

Sang Pengcheng is in Europe, playing chess with Uncle Zhong, laughing loudly on the phone.

There was nothing wrong with his body, and he didn’t even know that Sang Minglang was injured.

So ever since Sang Qianqian sent Sang Minglang back, she has been lying to him.

She had no intention of going back to Mingcheng at all.

With a sullen face, Shen Hanyu dialed the phone number of Jian Zheng’s person who stayed in the capital.

The news I got is that Sang Qianqian did go to the company to deal with things every day during these days, but Xie Shi’an has been with her all the time, and will send her home at night.

Sang Qianqian said that she didn’t understand many of the company’s affairs, and Xie Shi’an came to help him.

They are bodyguards after all. Now that Sang Qianqian has explained, they dare not ask questions or doubt anything.

Shen Hanyu didn’t know what happened to Sang Qianqian, but on the eve of their parting, she knew everything was normal.

She even cried and explained to him that nothing happened between her and Xie Shian.

So what happened to her?

Perhaps because his face was too dark and cold, Guo Muyang was shocked when he opened the door and entered.

“Han Yu, sorry for you.”

Guo Muyang thought that it was because of Shen Shaofeng that he did this, so he dryly persuaded him, and changed the subject thinking he was smart: “Have you contacted Miss Sang? When will she arrive today? Are you going to pick it up yourself, or me?” Arrange for someone to pick you up?”

The funeral is scheduled for noon tomorrow, and Sang Qianqian will come back, it must be today.

When this question was asked, Guo Muyang subconsciously felt that Shen Hanyu’s face was even uglier.

He was a little puzzled, “What’s wrong?”

“No need, she won’t come back.”

When the words fell to the end, Shen Hanyu got up with a blank face and walked out.

Guo Muyang is stunned, can’t Sang Qianqian come back?

how come?

This is Shen Shaofeng’s funeral, and it’s not a trivial matter. As the daughter-in-law of the Shen family, she didn’t even attend her father-in-law’s funeral. What does it mean?

However, Sang Qianqian did not come back.

The funeral was not ostentatious, only old relatives and friends of the Shen family came, and the number of people was not too large.

But almost all of them have been invited to Shen Hanyu’s wedding, and they know that Shen Hanyu and Sang Qianqian are husband and wife.

Almost everyone was wondering why Sang Qianqian was not by Shen Hanyu’s side at this time.

But taking a look at Shen Hanyu’s eyebrows covered with frost and snow, no one dared to ask more questions.

After the funeral, Shen Hanyu silently kowtowed three times in front of the grave, and left Mingcheng that day.

“What happened to Han Yu and Miss Sang?”

Rong Ce was puzzled and asked Guo Muyang, “Didn’t you say that they reconciled long ago?”

“I don’t know either.”

Guo Muyang shook his head and sighed, “I hope Han Yu will have good luck this time.”

Based on intuition, something great should have happened between Sang Qianqian and Shen Hanyu.

Otherwise, with Sang Qianqian’s temper, she would never fail to attend Shen Shaofeng’s funeral.

Being so resolute, I’m afraid it won’t be so easy for Shen Hanyu to recover.

Beijing branch office.

Sang Qianqian leaned back on the chair tiredly, slightly closing her eyes.

The air conditioner in the office was a little cold, she frowned, and subconsciously hugged her shoulders tightly.

In a trance, it seemed that someone had covered her with a thin blanket, which was soft and warm, covering her.

“Today is Father Shen’s funeral, but I didn’t go back, and I didn’t even have a phone call.”

Sang Qianqian still did not open her eyes, stuck in her own thoughts, muttering, “Shi’an, am I being too cruel?”

“There is a point. But you must have a reason for doing this.”

The deep, hoarse voice fell on his ears like thunder.

Sang Qianqian trembled all over, opened her eyes suddenly, and was facing Shen Hanyu’s dark, secretive eyes.

She unconsciously tensed up all over her nerves, and stared at him blankly.

Shen Hanyu said meaningfully: “Look at me like this, don’t you recognize me?”

Sang Qianqian’s consciousness, which had been shaken to pieces, finally gathered a little bit.

She shook her head almost instinctively, but immediately stopped, “You, why are you here?”

Shen Hanyu’s eyes flicked over Sang Qian’s pale face, she was like a frightened bird, holding the blanket stiffly, but her body was trembling slightly.

He turned around, poured a cup of hot tea, grabbed Sang Qianqian’s cold hand, and put the teacup into her hand.

Only then did she pull a chair over, sat down opposite Sang Qianqian, and said lightly, “Can’t I come?”

The teacup was very warm, and the heat made Sang Qianqian’s eyelashes unstoppably moist. Gradually, the moisture was about to spill out of the eye sockets.

She lowered her eyes in a panic, and decided to preemptively strike, “If you came to ask me why I didn’t go back, I might not be able to give you a satisfactory reason.”

“Not necessarily.”

Shen Hanyu looked at her fixedly, “Tell me your reason.”

Before he came, Sang Qianqian thought many times about how to say those unfeeling words to him.

However, when it came to my mouth, my brain just popped out uncontrollably: “The company is very busy, I can’t leave”

“Well, you did.”

Shen Hanyu looked calm, and his tone could even be said to be peaceful, “Is there any more?”

(end of this chapter)