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

Early the next morning, when Sang Qianqian returned home, Shen Hanyu had already left.

The room was empty, and the bedding was neat as if he hadn't slept at all last night.

Sang Qianqian stood there for a while in a sense of loss, and she said she would come back to see him off, but she didn't expect him to leave so early.

I don't know if it's because Shen Hanyu is not here, she ate breakfast without taste, and she didn't want to eat porridge anymore.

After saying goodbye to Aunt Zhao and going to work, Guo Muyang came.

Behind him stood a young man with a straight figure, a heroic spirit, and sharp eyes.

Sang Qianqian thought that Guo Muyang came to look for Shen Hanyu, "Han Yu was on a business trip early in the morning."

"I know, I followed Han Yu's order and sent someone here."

Guo Muyang pointed to the young man beside him, "Jian Zheng, he will be responsible for protecting your safety from now on."

Sang Qianqian glanced at Jian Zheng, somehow feeling a little familiar: "Have I met you?"

It seems that he has come to look for Shen Hanyu, but the number of appearances is very small, and the time of stay is very short each time. It seems that there is something to report, and he will leave immediately after the report.

Jian Zheng nodded: "Yes, I've been here twice."

"Jian Zheng has been with me and Han Yu for many years, but he rarely shows up."

Guo Muyang said, "He is the person Han Yu and I can trust the most."

Sang Qian was slightly startled, "Then why did you ask him to come suddenly?"

Keep her safe.

Guo Muyang had nothing to hide in front of Sang Qianqian, "The day Han Yu took you back to Zhen's house, didn't his cousin Li Zhongjin bring home a stack of photos, saying that someone sent them to him. The man behind It's hidden very deep, and the intention is not good, maybe there will be some other actions in the future, Han Yu is worried about you, so I specially asked me to bring Jian Zheng here this time."

Sang Qianqian is too busy these days to think about the photo, "Have you found anything?"

"I heard from Han Yu that there is some clue, but it needs to be further confirmed."

Guo Muyang comforted her, "Don't worry too much, this matter will come to an end soon."

Sang Qianqian nodded, remembering what happened to Shu Hui last night, "How did the police deal with those people?"

Last night Guo Muyang called the police, and the police took Wang Sheng and his gang away, including Yin Jiakui.

Sang Qianqian came back to take care of Yin Shuhui, but didn't have time to ask Guo Muyang the result.

"They are still locked up in the police station. Those few people are likely to be related to a large cross-border gambling gang. The police have contacted multiple departments for a joint investigation."

Guo Muyang raised his eyebrows, "Gathering people to set up poison, extortion, attempted rape, any crime is enough for them to bear."

"What about Yin Jiakui?"

"Yin Jiakui has no major crimes, that is, gambling and drug involvement."

Guo Muyang said, "It is estimated that he will be released after a few days of detention."

"That's too cheap for him. Last night, Shu Hui cried for most of the night, and had nightmares when she closed her eyes."

For the first time, Sang Qianqian regretted that the police dealt with it too lightly, "Yin Jiakui is simply a scumbag, even his own sister."

"I'll have a good chat with him when he's released."

Guo Muyang deliberately emphasized the word "chat chat".

"It's best to make him dare not bother Shuhui again."

Sang Qian smiled and said, "I'll thank Mr. Guo first for Shu Hui."

At noon, Sang Qianqian received a call from Song Yu, saying that he was in a cafe near the hospital and wanted to meet her.

Sang Qianqian hurried over, thinking that Song Yu wanted to reconfirm the matter of Ruan Xiaoshuang's inspection on Saturday.

It turned out that there was another person beside Song Yu in the box.

Ruan Xiaoshuang actually came too!

Seeing Sang Qianqian push the door in, Song Yu stood up with a smile, "Miss Sang, my wife said she wanted to see you. You guys talk, I'll wait outside."

After speaking, he took the door and went out.

Sang Qianqian's eyes fell on Ruan Xiaoshuang, and she was also "looking" towards the door, her eyebrows were gentle and soft, and the corners of her lips were slightly curved.

If Sang Qianqian hadn't known that her eyes were blind, she might still think that she was no different from before.

"Shallow."

Ruan Xiaoshuang smiled and said, "Why are you standing there and not coming in?"

Ruan Xiaoshuang called her by her first name, instead of calling her Miss Sang as in the previous two meetings.

Sang Qianqian was stunned, delighted, but a little unbelievable.

She tentatively asked, "Sister Xiaoshuang, do you remember me?"

"Not remembering,"

Ruan Xiaoshuang still "looked" at her, and said softly, "Qianqian, I have never forgotten you."

Sang Qianqian was stunned, so Ruan Xiaoshuang didn't remember everything at all, so why did she pretend that she didn't know her?

Even if Ruan Xiaoshuang couldn't see it, she seemed to be able to guess her shock.

"If you want to ask anything, you can ask."

Ruan Xiaoshuang said softly, "I will try my best to answer your doubts."

Sang Qianqian sat down beside her, hesitated for a moment, and asked the question she wanted to know the most:

"Sister Xiaoshuang, you are still alive, why don't you come back?"

why not come back.

The reason seems simple, but it is also complicated.

Now that Ruan Xiaoshuang thinks back on the past, it is difficult to explain her own mental journey.

In just twenty years, she has experienced all kinds of tastes, but in the end, only the bitterness of despair remains.

That night on Dongshan Peak, she jumped down because she really didn't want to live anymore.

However, fate is such a mockery that she didn't even die.

That night, Song Yu stayed by the river for the night, and wanted to draw a picture of the sunrise on the riverside of Dongshan Peak the next day, but accidentally found Ruan Xiaoshuang who had fallen into the river and rescued her.

He took Ruan Xiaoshuang home, took care of her meticulously, and gave her the greatest kindness.

At first Ruan Xiaoshuang didn't eat or drink, but he watched over her day and night, trying every means to make her happy and coax her to eat.

When she was dying, seeing Song Yu who was so worried and about to cry, Ruan Xiaoshuang suddenly softened her heart.

Perhaps her nature was too kind, and she was unwilling to torture an innocent stranger because of herself.

And this stranger is still her savior.

Ruan Xiaoshuang finally started to eat, and her health gradually improved.

Song Yu will play the piano for her, and talk to her a lot every day.

He told her about his paintings, what his thinking was, why he painted these paintings, what he wanted to express, his dreams, his pursuit and love for painting.

Ruan Xiaoshuang recalled the dream she once had.

If she wasn't the second miss of the Ruan family and didn't have to bear so much, maybe she would grow into an excellent pianist.

When she was young, she was very sensible, so her love was always kept in her heart, and she never told anyone. When she was studying abroad, she consciously chose the major that was most helpful to her family's business, and voluntarily gave up her dream.

However, Song Yu, who is passionate about painting, reminds her of her obsession with music back then.

Ruan Xiaoshuang, who hadn't touched the piano for many years, tried to sit in front of the piano, pressed the black and white keys, and played a series of notes flowing from the depths of her memory.

She found the long-lost happiness. When she played the piano, all the unhappiness seemed to be left behind, and her body and mind were filled with the peace and beauty brought by the music.

Later, with Song Yu's encouragement, Ruan Xiaoshuang would try to get out of the room and go to his studio for a while.

She could feel the sunlight coming in through the window, and it was warm on her body. Song Yu was drawing beside her, with the rustling sound of the brush falling on the paper.

It was the peace and tranquility she had dreamed of.