Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 490 - 355. Will you leave me? (Part 2)

After Shi Nian finished saying those few words, she hurriedly hung up, as if escaping. When Tang Yanqing called back, Shi Nian had already turned off her phone.

The whole world seemed to suddenly quiet down. He sat in the car, unable to even hear his own heartbeat.

Previously, for the entire day, it had been enthusiastically beating. During the two hours of waiting earlier, he was like a young boy who had just fallen in love, his heart full of intense longing. But now, it seemed as if it wasn’t beating anymore.

She knew their technical methods too well; she knew if she didn’t turn off her phone, he could have Guan Liang locate her phone using technical means and find out where she was then.

But she forgot that he was Tang Yanqing, the expert in behavioral analysis. Just because she turned off her phone, he could instantly guess where she was without resorting to technical means—where in the world could she go that she didn’t want him to know?

There was only one answer.

He admitted he was a petty man, especially regarding her. After all that’s happened, he didn’t like her meeting Huangfu Huazhang or Xiang Yuan alone. But he still trusted her and understood her, so if she needed to meet Huangfu Huazhang for any reason, he could understand.

So why would she turn off her phone?

He’s not one to wallow in self-pity, but at this moment, it felt as if the whole world had slammed the door in his face, shutting him out.

What on earth happened to her?

Just as Xiao Mai and the others said, last night he and she officially publicized their relationship—it was their wedding night. After spending the entire night together, he was still reluctant to leave today. So he made many excuses for himself, even prepared to be laughed at by those girls, and insisted on squeezing in again tonight.

But tonight, she said she wouldn’t come back.

And told him to go sleep at his own home.

This was truly maddening!

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After a moment of feeling like a resentful wife, he pulled out his phone.

Excuse me, but Tang Yanqing is not one to hide and suffer alone in silence.

He directly called Huangfu Huazhang.

The phone rang a few times before Huangfu Huazhang answered, his tone seemingly filled with a smile.

Tang Yanqing gently bit his lip: "Cousin, how about coming out for a chat?"

Huangfu Huazhang laughed lightly: "Didn’t we agree to meet at the police station in the morning? It’s just a few hours away, why the rush?"

"That’s not how it is," Tang Yanqing calmed down, speaking as he carefully listened for sounds on the other end of the phone. It seemed like there was a child’s laughter, the kind of uninhibited laughter that children can’t yet suppress, so innocent it pierced the air: "After we meet tomorrow, everything will have to be documented, part of an official record. There’ll be no room for maneuver then."

"Tonight is different; tonight it’s still just a private conversation between two cousins, no record, no burden."

Huangfu Huazhang chuckled: "You think I might have something to discuss privately with you? No need."

Tang Yanqing chuckled nonchalantly: "If it’s inconvenient for Cousin to come out, then forget it."

After hanging up, Tang Yanqing drove straight up the mountain, with the police car roaring up to the castle gates and stopping, sirens still wailing.

Seeing this, a servant quickly reported, and Xia Zuo looked out from the window, snorting: "Ignore him."

Tang Yanqing unhurriedly got out of the car, not bothering to turn off the siren, leaning casually against the car door, smoking slowly. He showed no intention of knocking the door but also clearly wasn’t planning to leave.

The gatekeeper approached him to inquire, and he just smiled and said: "We’ve agreed to meet your master at the police station in the morning. To prevent anything unexpected tonight, I’ll just wait outside here to escort your master to the station in the morning. There’s no need for you to concern yourself, I won’t disturb you, I’ll just be here waiting until morning."

The sirens blared loudly, so conspicuous at night they couldn’t be ignored.

Shi Nian, playing with Jieyou, still noticed.

She frowned and saw that Huangfu Huazhang was visibly irritated by it.

Huangfu Huazhang’s fingers gripped the edge of his coffee cup, his fingertips trembling slightly.

But Huangfu Huazhang is Huangfu Huazhang, hiding it well, simply saying: "Since when did Tang Yanqing become so dull?"

Shi Nian sighed inwardly, thinking: He’s always been this dull.

As long as it’s about her.

Putting Jieyou down, she sighed and said, "Sorry, it’s my fault for attracting him here. I’ll go down and talk to him."

Jieyou anxiously grasped Shi Nian’s hand: "Will that person hurt mommy?"

Shi Nian shook her head: "No. That person will only protect mommy."

Jieyou looked puzzled, shaking her head: "But shouldn’t it be Daddy protecting Mommy, right?"

In a child’s logic, the guardian by Mommy’s side should naturally be Daddy, so why is there another person?

Shi Nian patiently explained: "Because... he is a police officer, you know."

At this moment, she was really grateful for his professional role. A police officer could protect anyone, legally and rightfully.

Jieyou smiled: "Jieyou understands."

Huangfu Huazhang watched this scene, unable to help but narrow his long eyes.

Tonight, this was not what he wanted.

So he stood up: "I’ll go with you."

"No need," Shi Nian refused without a second thought: "Sir, you stay with Jieyou."

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Shi Nian walked down by herself, taking a deep breath as she approached Tang Yanqing.

She was the first to admit her mistake: "I’m sorry... I just encountered something I haven’t figured out how to tell you, so I chose to turn off my phone. It wasn’t to deliberately avoid you, but please at least let me avoid you for one night."

"What happened?" He squinted at her, trying to feign indifference, but was actually so tense that his fingertips were cold: "Did you discover your cousin’s merits again and want to go back to him?"

Shi Nian sighed, rolling her eyes at him: "Stop talking nonsense."

He laughed, tossing aside the cigarette in his hand and crushing it on the ground: "As long as it’s not that, it’s okay. Then there’s nothing I can’t accept."

This was no longer a detective, but more like an emotional young man. Shi Nian sighed inwardly again, but her lips couldn’t help but gently curl into a smile.

She was truly too shocked earlier, completely at a loss as to how to comprehend and digest Jieyou’s appearance, let alone how to tell Tang Yanqing.

Not to mention that Huangfu Huazhang firmly stated Jieyou was their child.

In this day and age, where DNA tests are as common as meals, she believed Huangfu Huazhang wasn’t lying as such a test would immediately expose the truth.

Moreover... the telepathic connection between her and Jieyou couldn’t be dismissed, and even her mother mistook her and Jieyou apart. These proofs without DNA tests had already confirmed the answer.

So she fell into a deeper confusion: Could it be that back then, she really was with Huangfu Huazhang? Or, back then, was her first time... not with Tang Yanqing?

These layers of bewilderment accumulated, and at the first moment, she instinctively chose to avoid and turned off her phone.

But at this moment, looking at his face, she found herself suddenly not as fearful anymore.

No matter what mistakes were made, they were things from four years ago and are already gone. If he couldn’t accept her daughter, or if he couldn’t come to terms with whatever might have happened between her and Huangfu Huazhang in the darkness... then he didn’t deserve to have her now.

If he truly loved her, if he loved her as much as he claimed, then he would be able to accept all of this.

And also, she believed in him.

Taking a deep breath, she looked into his eyes: "...I have a daughter."

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"What did you say?" Tang Yanqing instinctively lowered his eyes to stare intently at her belly, eyes sparkling with surprise, yet murmuring: "So soon? From last night? That’s impossible... Was it from New Year’s Eve? "

Shi Nian inwardly felt both bitter and sweet, pushing him away: "No. My daughter... is already four years old."

"What?"

"These are your rights, and whatever you decide, I won’t blame you."

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