Wearing high heels that hurt her feet, Tang Yanqi stood with a straight back. She was thin and petite, yet her aura was not inferior to anyone's. As Tang Ruhai watched the girl's back, that trembling feeling in his heart resurfaced.
Tang Yanqi's words were clear to him; she was threatening him, telling him that while he could use her, if he didn't use her well, she, Tang Yanqi, could also be a double-edged sword.
Hurting others, but also hurting herself.
Tang Ruhai's face was cold and somber. As a father, being confronted by his daughter with such a cold stare, he didn't feel heartache but a sense of mockery towards his dignity as a father, and this greatly displeased him.
As for Tang Yanqi, she didn't care how Tang Ruhai felt. Though they were related by blood, she never truly believed she was his daughter. No father would tirelessly scheme against his own daughter, and no daughter would go to great lengths to outmaneuver her father.
The villa was pitch black. Sheng Jianan not coming back was expected by Tang Yanqi. She took off her shoes, and stepping barefoot on the cold floor, she didn't even bother to turn on the lights. Guided by the moonlight filtering in from outside, she found her way to the stairs, went upstairs, and returned to her room.
She felt very tired, so very tired.
A happy childhood, she didn't have; a rebellious youth, she didn't have; even now, when everyone is planning their futures, she has nothing.
Her life didn't need planning. From the moment she entered the Tang Family, her life was prearranged, like a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others, with no power to resist.
Over the years, Tang Yanqi had become accustomed to it. It was only when she was alone that she sometimes felt a bit tired.
Standing by the door for a while, Tang Yanqi ruffled her hair, turned on the light, and took a shower.
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Sheng Jianan, on the other hand, went straight back to his apartment from the Royal Family. After washing up, he lay on the bed, not feeling sleepy yet, so he simply pulled over his laptop to check out the recent international stock market. Everyone knew he was the Crown Prince of Shengshi Group, but very few knew that Sheng Jianan was an expert at trading stocks.
While others were still buried in books, the Young Master Sheng had already begun studying those winding curves. By the age of sixteen, Sheng Jianan's personal account had already earned over a hundred million.
These earnings had nothing to do with Shengshi Group. In this area, Sheng Jianan had an extraordinary talent, which was why at a young age he could take over Shengshi Group from his father and elevate the company's profits to a whole new level, commanding universal obedience within the group.
Glancing casually, Sheng Jianan closed the laptop again, pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling his eyes somewhat fatigued. Even though he wasn't sleepy, he closed his eyes to rest.
Lying straight on the bed, in a perfectly standard sleeping posture, his mind was still occupied with those winding, colorful lines. Gradually, inexplicably, the image of Tang Yanqi's small face appeared in his mind.
It wasn't a stunning face, but it was very pleasant to look at.
Thinking of how calm she was in front of him and her demeanor during their wedding night, where she blocked his words three times repeatedly, as well as her obedient yet naturally shy attitude in front of his grandfather, it was actually quite pleasing to the eye.
As soon as this thought arose, Sheng Jianan immediately squashed it. He absolutely didn't believe that woman didn't want to marry him as she pretended. Leaving aside that the Tang Family needed his help at the moment, even he, Sheng Jianan himself, had confidence.