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

184 How Much Did You Miss Me?

After so many years, she had grown up and learned how to drink.

Moreover, she even dared to drink so much alone outside.

She didn’t even know how much money she had consumed from buying drinks.

Sang Minglang’s heart was burning with anger. He paid the bill and carried her into the car.

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At this point it was impossible to send her home. Ruan Xiaoshuang was so drunk that she couldn’t answer any questions.

It was even more impossible to bring her back to his own residence.

After all, Sang Minglang did not have the habit of bringing women home, especially when his relationship with the woman was still unclear.

Sang Minglang drove directly to a hotel and booked a room for her.

After carrying Ruan Xiaoshuang into the room and settling her down, Sang Minglang prepared to leave. He thought for a moment and then searched online for a way to get rid of the alcohol faster when drunk.

The answer was honey water.

Sang Minglang went downstairs to the hotel’s supermarket to buy a bottle of honey. When he came back, he pushed open the door and saw Ruan Xiaoshuang coming down from the bed, staggering around the house.

Sang Minglang immediately frowned. “Ruan Xiaoshuang, just what are you doing?”

His sudden voice gave Ruan Xiaoshuang a fright. She staggered and fell to the ground with a thud.

Sang Minglang was slightly speechless. He put down the honey in his hand and went over to help her.

She raised her drunken eyes, stunned the moment her gaze landed on Sang Minglang’s face.

She was clearly drunk, but being looked at by her like that made Sang Minglang feel uncomfortable. He raised his hand and turned her head around. “What are you looking at? Get up.”

He held her shoulders and waist, helping her to the bed.

Sang Minglang turned around to prepare a cup of honey water for her and fed it to her.

The drunkenness in her eyes seemed to have dissipated a little. Sang Minglang asked, “Are you going to call your family and have someone come pick you up, or are you going to stay here for the night?”

Ruan Xiaoshuang didn’t say anything. Instead, she stared at him without blinking her drunken and misty eyes.

Sang Minglang realized that it was still impossible to communicate with her, so he simply gave up.

After helping her lie down, Sang Minglang pointed to the phone by the bedside table, “The phone is here. If there’s anything, call your family. You can even… Call me.”

It was unknown if Ruan Xiaoshuang had heard it or not, but she didn’t react at all.

Sang Minglang didn’t hesitate any longer and was planning to leave.

However, Ruan Xiaoshuang suddenly turned over and sat up, making Sang Minglang think something had happened to her.

In the end, she hugged Sang Minglang’s waist tightly, her head nuzzling against his body as she said softly, “Minglang, I want you to accompany me.”

Sang Minglang’s heart seemed to have been struck by something as his expression changed.

Many years ago, Ruan Xiaoshuang, who was only 20 years old, loved to hug him and always nuzzled her head in his arms.

And with Ruan Xiaoshuang in this state, Sang Minglang wasn’t able to reject any request she made.

Seven years had passed, and this woman still knew how to make him soft-hearted even when she was drunk.

She was really his f*cking nemesis.

Ruan Xiaoshuang hugged him tightly and refused to let go. Sang Minglang had no choice but to send a message to Sang Qianqian, telling her that he wouldn’t be returning for the day.

Sang Minglang actually didn’t plan to do anything to Ruan Xiaoshuang.

He wasn’t such a despicable person. He didn’t know Ruan Xiaoshuang’s true intentions of looking for him and deliberately humiliated her.

Now, he understood that Ruan Xiaoshuang had gone to see him a few times not because she felt guilty, but because she couldn’t forget him and wanted to make up with him. She didn’t lie before; she really hadn’t gotten married all these years.

Some of his bad assumptions gradually dissipated as he thought of this.

Sang Minglang came to a resolution. The past between him and Ruan Xiaoshuang, whether it was hatred or resentment, would end here.

Sang Minglang did not know what would happen between him and Ruan Xiaoshuang in the future, but if they were to become friends, he would be able to face it calmly.

This was Sang Minglang’s true thoughts when he decided to stay behind and accompany Ruan Xiaoshuang.

He really didn’t want to take advantage of her or do anything anymore. However, Ruan Xiaoshuang was too clingy. Not only did she want him to accompany her, but she also wanted him to sleep with her.

It was just like when they had lived together abroad in the past. At that time, she always insisted that he sleep beside her.

Currently, she was really drunk as she held his hand and babbled a lot.

She didn’t seem to be recalling their unpleasant encounter in Ming City, nor did she remember his bad attitude. Instead, the drunk Ruan Xiaoshuang seemed to be immersed in her past memories.

She said that her brother was seriously ill at the time and she had no choice but to agree to the marriage her mother had arranged.

She said that she had gone to his old university abroad to look for him but couldn’t find him. Thus, she went to Ming City to look for him. However, there was still no sign of him.

She said that she had waited for him for seven years and that she had always missed him.

Sang Minglang lowered his eyes to look at her, his voice low. “How much did you miss me?”

“I really, really did.”

Her eyes were filled with tears, her hands were tightly wrapped around his neck. “Minglang, let’s get married.”

Sang Minglang didn’t know if these were her drunken words or if she was speaking from her heart.

However, his heart was in turmoil.

His emotions surged as Sang Minglang leaned over and kissed Ruan Xiaoshuang.

Although they’re reuniting after 7 years, the feelings from back then were still there. This kiss was filled with love and also instinct.

The atmosphere was scorching hot.

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The night was dark, and the woman’s long hair was wet with sweat. She fell into a deep sleep, exhausted.

Sang Minglang covered her with the blanket and stared at her for a long time. He couldn’t fall asleep, so he got up and went to the balcony to smoke a few cigarettes.

Suddenly, his phone rang. It was Shen Hanyu.

Sang Minglang glanced at the time. It was 4:40 am.

He picked up the call. “What’s the matter? You’re disturbing my sleep so early in the morning.”

“My flight back to Ming City is at six o’clock.”

Shen Hanyu asked, “When are you coming back? If you aren’t coming back yet, then I won’t leave today.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Sang Minglang seemed to have realized something, and the veins on his forehead throbbed, “You’re not at my house, are you?”

“Qianqian is sick. She has a fever of 39.2 degrees.”

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Shen Hanyu’s voice was low. “Auntie Zhao said that you had a dinner appointment last night. She called you but you didn’t pick up. You didn’t reply, so I had to come instead.”

Sang Minglang glanced at his phone’s call history. Last night, Auntie Zhao had called him twice at around 11 pm. At that time, he was so busy with Ruan Xiaoshuang that he didn’t even pay attention to his phone.

Sang Minglang’s brows furrowed tightly. What day was it yesterday? Everything was slowly coming together.

“How’s my sister now?”

“She took some fever medicine. Her fever has subsided a little, and she’s asleep.”

“Then you can go, I’ll go back now.”

Sang Minglang hung up the phone and took his car keys. He turned around and looked deeply at Ruan Xiaoshuang, who was asleep, before striding out the door.

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A few hours ago.

Late at night, in front of an unremarkable building in the capital.

Fang Lan walked Shen Hanyu to his car. “You’re leaving tomorrow morning?”

Shen Hanyu nodded. “I’ll leave the rest to you.”

“Don’t worry. You even invited those people, so you shouldn’t be concerned about any problems.”

Fang Lan smiled and said, “If it actually doesn’t work out, I still have you. You’re the idol of all ATT977 members. There’s no problem you can’t solve.”

Shen Hanyu pursed his lips and did not say anything. Instead, he opened the car door and got in. “Let’s go.”

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When he returned.

As the car passed by Sang Qianqian’s residence, Shen Hanyu subconsciously glanced at the courtyard.

It was already so late, but the door was still open. The light from inside shone in, and Auntie Zhao could be seen at the door, looking around.

He turned into the courtyard next door, parking his car before getting out.

As if she had seen her savior, Auntie Zhao ran over and said anxiously through the carved fence, “Mr. Shen, Miss Sang is sick, and Mr. Sang isn’t picking up his phone. Could you come over and take a look?”