I Was Seduced Into a Marriage After Failing to Charm the Tyrannical Bigshot - Chapter 517 - Chapter 517: Ending: You Are My God (End) 2

Chapter 517: Ending: You Are My God (End) 2

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Sang Qianqian’s expression was complicated. “Hanyu has already returned.”

She told Xie Shi’an about what happened today. She didn’t know if she should be angry or amused. “I was deceived by him and Guo Muyang. I even foolishly went to register my marriage with him.”

“How nice. Zhiyue will definitely be very happy to see his father.”

Xie Shi’an was genuinely happy for Sang Qianqian and the child. “Since you’ve remarried, I won’t be going over tonight. I’ll just visit Xiao Zhiyue tomorrow when Shen Hanyu is around.”

Sang Qianqian nodded and replied, “Then I’ll send you back to the hotel. After that, I’ll go look for Hanuu.”

It was very cold outside, and the snowflakes had already turned into tiny ones, drifting gently.

Although it was already the beginning of spring, the weather at night was so cold that water could freeze into ice.

Sang Qianqian wrapped her coat tightly around her face and pulled up her scarf to cover it, quickly walking forward.

“Qianqian.”

Xie Shi’an suddenly stopped in his tracks. “Look over there.”

Sang Qianqian raised her head and looked in the direction that he was pointing at. She was wondering what he wanted her to see.

Then, the moment she raised her head, her entire body froze.

Shen Hanyu!

She did not know how long he had been standing there, but a thin layer of frost had already condensed on his hair.

He stood there quietly. His dark eyes were like the endless winter night, bleak and cold as he silently looked at her and Xie Shi’an.

“Hurry up and go over.”

Xie Shi’an smiled and waved at Sang Qianqian. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Sang Qianqian jogged over to Shen Hanyu. Her heart ached as she asked, “When did you get here?” Why didn’t you go in?”

Shen Hanyu looked at her, his Adam’s apple moving. Despite that, he did not say anything.

“Let’s go. Get in the car first.”

Sang Qianqian held his hand and felt as if she was holding a block of ice. He was so cold that her entire body shivered. His hands were freezing!

However, Shen Hanyu did not move. Sang Qianqian was furious. “Shen Hanyu, what’s wrong with you?”

“Are you going to meet Xie Shi’an tomorrow?”

He finally spoke. His voice was hoarse as if he had been frostbitten.

Sang Qianqian was slightly stunned, but she immediately became even angrier. “You’re still mentioning Shi’an at a time like this?”

However, his dark and cold aura made her uneasy.

She sighed and explained, “I came to Cloud Sea Restaurant to meet Director Xue and Director Miao. Shi’an came to Ming City to participate in a forum. We happened to bump into each other, so we chatted for a while. He even said that he would wait for you to be at home tomorrow before going to see Zhiyue.”

The word ‘home’ seemed to make Shen Hanyu’s cold aura dissipate a little.

Sang Qianqian glanced at him, feeling both distressed and helpless. “Did you misunderstand what happened between us again?”

“I thought you regretted it,” He replied in a low voice.

He went to the Sang family’s residence and found out that Sang Qianqian had come to Cloud Sea Restaurant to meet her former colleagues. He had no intention of looking at Zhiyue, so he came here without informing.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got out of the car, he saw Xie Shi’an and Sang Qianqian sitting opposite each other by the window on the second floor.

The two of them were talking about something, but their expressions were very relaxed. They smiled from time to time and looked very happy.

How could he not misunderstand such a situation?

Furthermore, he had lied to Sang Qianqian, so she seemed to be very angry.

He really thought that she was regretting things.

“Regret?”

Sang Qianqian’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Why would I regret it? Regret what?”

Shen Hanyu pursed his thin lips and did not speak.

She thought about it and finally understood. “You mean, I regret registering our marriage?”

He was silent again.

Despite that, his silence was the answer.

“Shen Hanyu, you… You’re really going to piss me off!”

She couldn’t take it anymore. She turned and looked around before stepping on a higher platform and waving at Shen Hanyu, “Come here.”

Shen Hanyu walked up to her. He was half a head lower than her, so he had to raise his eyes slightly to look at her.

Sang Qianqian took a deep breath, cupped his face, and kissed him.

His lips were cold, as if she was kissing ice and snow. His breath was cold.

After the kiss, she released him. She stared into his eyes seriously. “Shen Hanyu, do you know?”

“I’ve liked you since the night of my eighteenth birthday.”

“Until now, I still like you very, very much.”

“Other than you, I will never like anyone else in this life.”

“I will never regret being with you.”

“Shen Hanyu, I. Love. You.”

In the cold snowy spring night, Sang Qianqian’s voice was like pearls falling on a plate. Her voice was melodious and crisp, and every word fell into Shen Hanyu’s ears.

Shen Hanyu pursed his lips, and his dark eyes seemed to be filled with an endless undercurrent.

Before she could say anything, the back of her head was gripped as he kissed her hard.

Sang Qianqian hugged him tightly, responding warmly.

The snow had stopped.

In the dark blue sky, a crescent moon and a lone star looked at each other from afar.

Neon lights shone brightly, and tiny buds were sprouting on the treetops on the street.

After the harsh winter, it was finally time for the vibrant spring.

Many years ago, on a spring night, Sang Qianqian had met this man who was wearing a white shirt and black pants, his face as cold as jade.

A single glance at him had ruined her life.

Later, in the Immortal Couple’s temple on Yushan Island.

The young man stood quietly in the temple and looked up at the couplets on both sides of the statue.

The night was quiet, and the wind blew. His clothes moved slightly, but his expression was focused.

Warm yellow light poured down from the top of his head, and his face seemed to be covered in a faint halo.

He was quiet and cold, but he also looked peerless.

At that time, Sang Qianqian’s breathing had stopped for a moment. She felt that he was like a god that had descended to the mortal world.

Shen Hanyu was indeed like a god who had protected her for two lifetimes.

He was the best man in the world.

He was her god.

Shen Hanyu, I love you forever..