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

261 I’m So Pitiful(2)

She must have spent the night at a male partner’s house.

Xie Shi’an advised Sang Qianqian to return to the hotel to rest. “Even if Caroline doesn’t go home, she still has to go to work. We’ll look for her at her workplace later, I’m sure we’ll find her.”

Sang Qianqian was sleepy, tired, and hungry. She couldn’t take it anymore, so she went back to the hotel to rest for a few hours.

After having a simple meal, they went to the supermarket where Caroline was working.

It turned out they were too optimistic. Caroline didn’t go to work at all, and her phone was turned off.

The manager of the supermarket thought that Sang Qianqian was Caroline’s friend and angrily told her that Caroline had been fired and did not need to come to work anymore.

Helplessly, they once again returned to Caroline’s residence.

Fortunately, the management of the apartment said that Caroline’s house had not been canceled, and the rent had been paid half a year later.

This meant that this was still her temporary home, and she might still come back.

Sang Qianqian and Xie Shi’an waited outside the apartment for a few days, but Caroline was still nowhere to be found.

On the fourth day, Cui Ke called and helplessly said that Ruan Xiaodie was insistent on seeing Xie Shi’an. She had locked herself in her room and refused to come out for dinner.

When Xie Shi’an called to comfort her, Ruan Xiaodie was wailing on the other end, saying that he was a liar. She said he had claimed he would be back soon, but he had not returned yet.

The little girl’s eyes were filled with tears, and Sang Qianqian could not bear to hear her cry.

“Shi’an, you should go back. I’m enough here.”

He didn’t know when Caroline would return. It was a waste of time for Xie Shi’an to wait here with her.

“This place is very chaotic. It’s not safe for you to be alone.”

Although Xie Shi’an was worried about Ruan Xiaodie, he was even more worried about Sang Qianqian. “Xiaodie is like a child. Her emotions come and go quickly. Even if I’m not around, she will know to come out and eat when she’s hungry.”

However, Sang Qianqian insisted that Xie Shi’an return. “It’s not just for Xiaodie. There are other more important things that I need your help with.”

Xie Shi’an was slightly startled. “What is it?”

“You have to go to Professor Fu’er, but not in the way you did before.”

Sang Qianqian told Xie Shi’an in detail about what she knew about Professor Fu’er in the past. “Professor Fu’er doesn’t like to go out usually, but every three days, he will definitely go out to buy daily necessities. You can help Professor Fu’er buy the stuff and send it over every three days.”

“Moreover, he likes to use the fireplace to burn wood as a way of keeping himself warm in the winter. Ask someone to send more firewood. Just put it in the storage room on the east side of the small courtyard.”

“It’s going to be Christmas soon. Every year on this day, Professor Fu’er will buy a decorated Christmas tree, a bottle of red wine from Chateau Lafite, a turkey, Christmas pudding, and a hundred fruit pie.”

Sang Qianqian reminded him, “Professor Fu’er doesn’t like to be disturbed on this day. Therefore, send the things over in advance and leave after you’re done.”

“I can arrange people to do these things.”

Xie Shi’an was still worried about leaving Sang Qianqian alone to wait for Caroline.

Sang Qianqian had never come into contact with people like Caroline, who was at the bottom of society. It was probably hard for her to imagine how chaotic her life could be, and what kind of people she usually befriended.

Not to mention anything else, just the residents of this apartment building were mixed with the good and the bad. It was already extremely unsafe for her to go in and out alone.

“But you are the most suitable person to go. As for me, you don’t have to worry.”

Sang Qianqian smiled faintly. “My brother arranged for bodyguards to follow me. But since we’re together, they won’t show up much.”

Afraid that Xie Shi’an would not believe her, Sang Qianqian pulled him to the window by the stairs and pointed him to two men in black coats downstairs.

One of them was smoking in the car, his eyes scanning his surroundings. Another man was looking in the direction of Sang Qianqian’s window. He nodded slightly when his eyes met Sang Qianqian’s.

Actually, Sang Minglang had arranged for more than two people. Otherwise, he would not have agreed so easily to let Sang Qianqian come to Europe alone.

After confirming that Sang Qianqian had someone protecting her, Xie Shi’an heaved a sigh of relief.

On the same day, he flew back to Professor Fu’er’s city and delivered his Christmas present in advance as per Sang Qianqian’s instructions.

Christmas was a grand festival for Europeans. Just like the Chinese New Year, whether you have money or not, you have to have a good celebration.

Even though the apartment Caroline was staying in was a cheap apartment, it was still Christmas Eve, and the apartment had been completely renovated. A Christmas tree had been placed at the entrance, and it was covered in bright and shiny colored lights, bells, and Christmas socks.

No matter how tired and haggard the residents of the apartment were or how hard their lives were, on this day, everyone had a smile on their faces. When they saw each other, they would greet each other with “Merry Christmas”.

The young people all left early to attend the city’s Christmas revelry, and many people chose to spend Christmas at home with friends and family.

In the cold night, the lights shone on the streets, and the melodious sound of bells rang out.

As his image fell into Sang Qianqian’s mind, she could not help but feel even more sorrowful and missed that person even more.

She took a photo of a Christmas tree and sent it to Shen Hanyu.

[They’re celebrating Christmas Eve, and the air is filled with the smell of all kinds of food. I’m hungry.]

[Everyone here has a Christmas feast tonight, someone to accompany them, and gifts to receive, but I have nothing.]

[I’m so pitiful.]

After sending the message, she even added a pitiful emoji that was on the verge of tears.

Since Shen Hanyu couldn’t see it, she just took it as a record of her own mood.

Talking to him could even lift her mood, so why not?

In the Zhen family’s living room, the residence was bustling with activity.

Shen Hanyu’s phone kept vibrating. When he lowered his eyes, he saw a few messages from Sang Qianqian.

The familiar name flashed across the message bar on the screen so quickly that it seemed like Shen Hanyu’s imagination.