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

  Chapter 292 I have something to tell you

   After more than a year, Shen Hanyu ate at the same table with the Sang family again. During the dinner, Sang Pengcheng couldn't help exhorting him.

   What Sang Pengcheng is most worried about is actually the attitude of the Zhen family. He is afraid that the Zhen family will object and his daughter will inevitably be injured.

   Now that Zhen Yiping came to the door in person, his sincerity was enough to dispel his worries, so he treated Shen Hanyu a lot in words.

  As for Wen Xu and Sang Minglang, they also had some predictions about today's situation, and naturally they didn't have any opinions.

   The meal was finished peacefully.

  Wen Xu looked at Shen Hanyu: "Shen Hanyu, come out, I have something to tell you."

  Sang Qianqian didn't know what Wen Xu was going to do, so she hurriedly said, "Is there anything that can't be said here?"

   "Sister, what are you afraid of, he is now my brother-in-law, and I won't make things difficult for him."

  Wen Xu laughed and said, "It's really just a few words with him."

  Sang Qianqian was dubious, Shen Hanyu got up, signaled Sang Qianqian not to worry, and said in a warm voice: "I'll come as soon as I go."

   I don't know what Wen Xu was thinking, he didn't stay in the warm place in the house, so he took Shen Hanyu to the garden.

   "What exactly is Wen Xu going to say? So mysterious?"

  Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, Sang Qianqian looked at the backs of the two of them, a little speechless, "Are you afraid that I will hear you?"

   "You don't care, it's for your own good anyway."

  Sang Minglang said, "Speaking of which, haven't you and Shen Hanyu received their certificates yet?"

  Sang Qianqian said truthfully: "Not yet."

   "Now that the misunderstanding is resolved, the two of you have made up your mind to spend the rest of your life together. It's better to get the certificate sooner rather than later."

  Sang Pengcheng earnestly instructed, "Don't delay for so long and have so many side issues like last time."

  Sang shallowly bent her lips, "No. When we return to the capital this time, we will go right away."

  In the winter garden, the leaves have already withered, and the sparse branches outline shadows in the night, revealing a bleak chill.

  Wen Xu stood still, and when he turned around, he could see Sang Qianqian in the brightly lit living room, talking to Sang Pengcheng with a smile.

  Shen Hanyu followed his gaze, his eyes fell on the girl's face, and his eyes were tender for an instant.

   Even the tone of speaking to Wen Xu was very calm: "What do you want to say to me?"

   "My sister and I grew up together. I don't know how many people chased my sister, but she just had her heart set on you."

  Wen Xu's eyes were full of sarcasm, "Shen Hanyu, I really don't know whether to say you are lucky or lucky."

  Shen Hanyu hooked his lips: "Thank you, my luck is indeed very good."

  One sentence made Wen Xu choke like swallowing a fly, he sneered: "Don't be too complacent, Shen Hanyu, you don't always have such good luck."

He squinted at Shen Hanyu, "To be honest, I didn't want to see my sister's uncomfortable appearance after breaking up with you. I went to Zhen's house in the capital. Although you avoided seeing her, I saw that Fang Lan with my own eyes within three days. She came to Zhen's house for two nights, and even stayed at Zhen's house for one night. Did she come to find you?"

  Shen Hanyu did not deny: "She has work problems and asked me for help."

   "Whether it's a work problem or something else, I'm afraid only you know best."

  Wen Xu withdrew his casual expression, and looked cold, "My sister believes that you have nothing to do with Fang Lan, Shen Hanyu, you better really have nothing to do with Fang Lan, and it's best not to be separated from my sister easily, or—"

  He slowly walked a few steps towards Shen Hanyu, and whispered something in a voice that only Shen Hanyu could hear.

  Shen Hanyu's expression trembled slightly, his pupils shrank, and the way he looked at Wen Xu was a bit strange, but soon returned to normal.

  Wen Xu raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm quite curious. One day, I don't know who my sister will choose between you and me?"

  Shen Hanyu couldn't see any joy or anger in his eyes, and said expressionlessly: "Don't worry, I won't give your sister a chance to choose."

  Shen Hanyu has already returned to the living room, while Wen Xu still stood outside for a long time.

  Actually, he just said the few words just now on purpose to Shen Hanyu, so that he would have a sense of crisis, so that he would not dare to abandon her sister easily like last time.

  Because Wen Xu didn't have the courage to let Sang Qian choose.

   It was so many years ago, and it will be the same many years later.

   In front of Sang Qianqian, he is an extremely qualified younger brother.

  But only he himself knows that the extraordinary attachment to Sang Qianqian when he was young has surpassed the relationship between siblings.

  He hesitated, hesitated, and before he had time to tell Sang Qianqian about his feelings, he witnessed Sang Qianqian's ruthless rejection of Han Tianyi's confession.

  Originally both he and Han Tianyi had a very close relationship with Sang Qianqian, but since Han Tianyi confessed his love, Sang Qianqian deliberately alienated Han Tianyi.

  So Wen Xu didn't dare to say anything, and could only try his best to maintain the personality of his younger brother.

  Later, Sang Qianqian met Shen Hanyu, and it was love at first sight.

  Wen Xu pretended to be nonchalant and helped her chase Shen Hanyu until she gave up voluntarily.

   Later, when Sang Qianqian went abroad to study, when Wen Xu went to find her, he thought he could finally let Sang Qianqian know his true intentions.

   But she found that Xie Shian appeared beside her at some point.

  When Wen Xu went, he saw the two of them in the cafe, and they seemed to be talking happily, because Sang Qianqian always had a smile on his face.

  Xie Shi'an has been by Sang Qianqian's side for four years, and Wen Xu has never had a chance to say the words that are pressed in his heart.

  He didn't dare to say it easily.

   When Sang Qianqian reunited with Shen Hanyu again, they fell in love and got married too quickly.

  Wen Xu's thoughts, which he has never seen the sun and only he knows, have really become his own stories.

   Until, a few months ago, Sang Qianqian and Shen Hanyu broke up.

  Wen Xu came to Guangdong City to see her, seeing her face forced to smile, but weeping sadly when she was alone, those thoughts that had been hidden for many years were just about to move.

  He once wondered whether Sang Qianqian would accept him if he told Sang Qianqian his true intentions; if she had a new boyfriend by her side, coaxing and hurting her, maybe she wouldn't be so sad.

  It's a pity that there was Yun Li beside him at that time.

  So Wen Xu was still unable to say anything after all.

   And he will never have the chance to say it, because it didn't take long for Sang Qianqian to learn the truth about Shen Hanyu's breakup with her, and went abroad to seek medical advice.

  After that, today is the reconciliation with Shen Hanyu.

  Those ups and downs that followed Wen Xu for many years, now, even if the dust has settled completely, they should be completely buried.

   "Wen Xu, why are you so engrossed in your thoughts? Are you so unafraid of the cold?"

  Sang Qianqian called him from a distance, "Come in!"

"coming."

  Wen Xu responded, walked back, and dialed Yun Li's phone number, "Didn't you say you have something to give me, are you free right now? If you are free, come to my sister's house."

"now?"

  Yun Li was slightly stunned, "Qianqian said that her father invited Mr. Shen to dinner at home tonight, is it appropriate for me to go?"

"Suitable."

  Wen Xu smiled, "I have to go back to Mingcheng tomorrow morning, and tonight I will take you to meet my sister and...my brother-in-law."

  Yun Li: "."

  I didn't hold any of the phones steady, and fell to the ground with a "click".

  (end of this chapter)