Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 543 - 391. The Sweetness Filled (Part 2 )

Chapter 543: 391. The Sweetness Filled (Part 2 Chapter 1)

Her face blushed again.

Naturally, she cared, how could she not care?

And she desperately tried to hide it, not wanting him to notice. Even more, she didn’t want him to see that she was actually quite nervous. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

She took a deep breath, trying hard to appear calm: "How did they react?"

In her heart, she prepared for the worst, thinking that at most, his family would disapprove, and he only came out after having an argument with them.

At worst, once everything settles down in the future, she would personally visit and apologize to his family elders with tea.

He squinted, observing her expression, already understanding her feelings. He then smiled, reached out to clasp her fingertips, intertwining their fingers: "Silly girl, stop overthinking. They are my family, how could their tastes diverge too far from mine?"

"So when they heard that I wanted to live with you, they weren’t too surprised. Take my grandfather for example, when he heard, he just slowly rolled his eyes at me, snorted and said, ’Why are you just moving out now? It’s been so long. When did my grandson, Tang Dongsheng, become so useless?’"

Shi Nian’s heart indeed felt a great relief. With Old Sir Tang personally saying that, the younger generation would naturally have nothing more to say. No wonder Yan Jian and Yanyi both seemed a bit like they had something stuck in their throats, yet aside from some light teasing, they didn’t dare say much more.

Even though Shi Nian didn’t have many direct interactions with Old Sir Tang, she had long known that he was someone who understood things well. Hearing Tang Yanqing say this tonight, undoubtedly confirmed her confidence even more.

She couldn’t help but lower her head and smile, a gentle sweetness blooming in her heart.

Since Old Sir Tang had spoken like this, then in the future, she and Tang Yanqing... should no longer encounter resistance from the Tang family.

The sight of her serene smile naturally reflected in Tang Yanqing’s eyes, and he couldn’t help but reach out and playfully tap her nose: "What are you smiling about?"

Shi Nian’s cheeks flushed red, she lifted her head to argue: "Just thinking about what your grandfather said. It feels like there’s a lot of information in it. What does it mean when he says his grandson has become so useless, isn’t that a typical case of blaming everyone?"

Tang Yanqing burst out laughing at this: "Indeed, not only am I like this, but my brother and An Cheng’s situation is even harder. Besides, our eldest brother Tang Yanzun’s romantic path is also full of obstacles."

"Besides us three brothers, look at the four girls in our Tang family, is any one of their romantic paths smooth? My grandfather has been anxious for a long time but can’t rush us, so he can only use my thick skin as an excuse to say something, letting me pass it on."

Shi Nian listened, squinting her eyes slightly: "Actually, it’s a bit hard to imagine. With a family background like yours, children born with a silver spoon, yet they’re stuck on personal marriage issues."

He snorted, then tickled Shi Nian’s foot: "Isn’t it because the kids of the Tang family have high standards? According to worldly theories, we could have long settled with the children of family friends, like all noble families, with parental orders and matchmaker words. Unfortunately, we are not people who settle for having our fate decided like that, always hoping to encounter someone we love and then hold her hand tightly, growing old together."

For some reason, Shi Nian found her eyes wet at these words. She hurriedly raised her hand to wipe them, not wanting him to see.

But of course, he still saw and couldn’t help but lean over to look into her eyes: "What’s wrong tonight, why so sentimental, hmm?"

She hurriedly covered up: "I was moved by your family’s story, can’t I be?"

He smiled helplessly: "What I said didn’t even try to be sentimental. You silly little winter melon, why are you so easily moved?"

Shi Nian herself didn’t know what was going on, but thinking carefully, perhaps it was hearing that phrase "growing old together," which suddenly seemed to strike her heart, causing tears to fall.

Growing old together is a precious promise in this world. But promises are easy to make, how many people really have the fortune to grow old together?

The more she thought about it, the more strangely teardrops kept falling uncontrollably. It pained him so much that he gently kissed her, trying to kiss away the tears on her cheeks. But in the end, he still covered her slightly trembling, cool lips.

At the moment their lips touched, he tasted the salty bitterness on her lips.

He couldn’t help but be moved, whispered into her ear: "...The first time I kissed you, you were crying too. You were scared, I knew."

"Later on..." his voice grew husky: "When I kissed you ’there,’ it was the same taste."

Such shameful words made Shi Nian’s toes tense up, wanting to scream.

An unfamiliar whirlwind surged in her mind as she closed her eyes, as if she were in boundless darkness. At that moment, her vision fell away, but the sensations of her body were so sharp it made her throat itch, making her desperately want to scream.

She knew he knelt down at her knees, parted her... he was kissing her, tenderly, lovingly, yet making her feel so shy she could die.

But he wouldn’t let her go, holding her hand, gently leaning to her ear, with a mischievous smile, then writing with his fingertips in her palm: "The taste, like when I first kissed your lips, is the same. A bit salty, a bit sweet, so beautiful, so good."

In truth, in the darkness, she instinctively wanted to slap him, yet... his sweet words broke through her defenses, making her cry incessantly, but she couldn’t find her original anger back.

It was like a déjà vu, he turned off the lights, then slid down her knees.

Just like the first time, he kissed her.

In the darkness, she curled her toes, her ten fingers clutching his hair, suppressing a sweet, ticklish scream in her throat.

Was that the memory from back then? Wasn’t it? He just happened to be by her side in the darkness, he was just playfully doing those things to her, wasn’t he?

He gently covered her, closed her eyes, held her hand tightly, hoarsely whispered by her ear: "Don’t think about anything, be good."

"Only think of me."

"Only enjoy the present."

She nodded with tears. In the "now," he was with her, so perfect, that even the "past" and "future" didn’t matter, did they?

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For several consecutive days, there was no news of George.

Everyone’s mood was a bit restless, unable to understand where George could have gone. Could he have vanished into thin air?

Old Qiao also reviewed the hospital’s surveillance footage many times, but could only see George walking out of the ward, then walking along the hospital corridor towards the main door, and after that, he disappeared.

And this footage proves two things:

Firstly: George indeed left the hospital on his own, with suspicions of deliberately escaping;

Secondly: Judging from George’s walking posture and body condition as he walked out, he didn’t seem to be in any urgent medical condition, so perhaps his fainting and emergency rescue might have been a premeditated golden cicada escape plan.

The more he saw it this way, the angrier Old Qiao became with Tang Yanqing.

"What psychology of crime, what art of letting one loose to catch him later, you thought people didn’t understand your intentions? Look, look, they saw through your plans from the beginning, so they deliberately went along with it, and that’s how they escaped!"

Tang Yan Yi couldn’t listen anymore, slammed the table, and stood up.

George disappeared, and she actually felt the worst. Her brother’s words echoed in her ears "he’s your prey," so the entire strategy to deal with George was devised and executed by her. It was a huge trust her brother placed in her. Did George really see through her intentions? How could she live up to her brother, to the entire team, and moreover, to those victimized girls!

Tang Yanqing, however, reached out to stop her, pulling her wrist back to sit down, nodding calmly: "Old Qiao was not wrong. At least from this footage, from the clues we have now, it seems we made a mistake."

Tang Yan Yi turned her head to stare into his eyes: "But I absolutely don’t believe George saw through our intentions. I’m willing to stake my military reputation on it, he’s definitely still in the dark!"

Old Qiao, his eyes bloodshot from sleepless nights, couldn’t help but coldly sneer: "Oh? Then why did he run?"

Tang Yanqing always held onto Tang Yan Yi’s hand, preventing her from retaliating.

"Old Qiao is right," he calmly raised his eyes towards the roomful of two group members: "Whether or not George himself saw through our intentions, since he has run, it means someone did see through our intentions."

"We had always been focusing only on George himself; now we need to broaden our thinking, assume there may be another person’s presence. And as long as we find that person, it means we can find George."

Everyone became solemn, casting admiring glances towards Tang Yanqing.

Under such heavy pressure, he was practically bearing it alone. It was a huge test of his many years of police experience, as well as a sharp challenge to the criminal psychology he had always adhered to. Such pressure, even with everyone accompanying him, no one could help relieve it for him, only he could face it alone.

But he was not crushed, still able to maintain sharp and advanced thinking. What he mentioned just now was indeed something others hadn’t thought of yet.

And the premise of reaching this conclusion was instead his willingness to humbly accept Old Qiao’s criticism, following Old Qiao’s words to arrive at it. If he had any grudge against Old Qiao, he couldn’t have done it.