My Ex-Wife Disappeared for Years and Had My Babies-Chapter 179 - 132: A Combination Due to Misfortunes and Mistakes

Chapter 179 -132: A Combination Due to Misfortunes and Mistakes

The night deepened, and most people had returned to their room prepared to rest. The lights outside were extinguished, plunging the room into pitch darkness—a sight beyond sight.

Ziyan, groggy, heard some noises by the door and thought her head was swimming in dizziness; perhaps she had heard wrong.

The room fell silent for a few minutes. Just as she closed her eyes and prepared to fall asleep again, she suddenly heard movements by the door—it sounded like it was coming from inside the room.

Was it Tang Shaosheng?

Feeling weak all over, she slowly propped herself up and reached to turn on the light to check.

Before her hand could touch the switch, her body was abruptly pushed back down onto the bed, her head hitting the headboard, making her feel even dizzier.

That ungentle force likely could only belong to Tang Shaosheng.

He smelled faintly of alcohol, his breath close to her face, so near yet unable to see each other’s faces.

The scent was unfamiliar, but Ziyan was not surprised; after all, Tang Shaosheng’s body often carried a variety of perfume scents.

Thinking it was Tang Shaosheng, Ziyan didn’t struggle much. She clenched her teeth and endured, as hatred slowly awakened within her heart…

Her hand reached under the pillow, only to find it empty. If the fruit knife were there, she would have stabbed without hesitation…

Without her last means of resistance, Ziyan felt like someone caught in a downpour without an umbrella—left with no choice but to endure…

The bustling hall was now asleep, lit by only a few dim yellow lights. The clock in the center of the lobby pointed to one o’clock.

Wei Lan had been standing outside for nearly half an hour and cautiously peeked again; the place was now empty.

There were still a few couples watching the sea on the deck. Wei Lan felt both envious and wronged, her eyes moistened by the wind.

Seeing it was late, she moved towards the inside. The dimly lit hall had few people; Wei Lan hurriedly lowered her head and rushed through, intending to go to the restroom to wash her face and not look so woeful.

Just after turning the corner to the restroom, she took two steps past the wall then noticed a man standing not far off.

The next second, a tall woman emerged, wearing the man’s jacket, naturally clasping his arm while he, in turn, wrapped his arm around her waist…

Seeing that they were about to turn her way, Wei Lan reacted hurriedly and turned around.

“Bang—” In her panic, she turned and bumped into a wall of flesh; Wei Lan, with tear-stained face that dared not look up and realizing Jing Zan was coming, failed to apologize before trying to flee.

Her arm was firmly grasped, “What’s wrong?”

The familiar voice made Wei Lan look up. Her face was tear-streaked and her makeup smeared. The man did not mock but instead slightly frowned.

Wei Lan didn’t expect to encounter Yang Zichen here, especially not in her current disheveled state. She glanced down at the papers scattered on the floor intending to pick them up, but then heard the sound of a man and woman talking around the corner.

Not wanting Jing Zan to see her in this wretched state, Wei Lan needed time to compose her emotions, to talk to Jing Zan when her heart didn’t ache anymore—not crying messily like now.

She quickly apologized to Yang Zichen and then turned to run away.

Listening to her slightly choked and hoarse voice, Yang Zichen furrowed his brows deeper.

It seemed like she was hiding something.

Just then, he saw Jing Zan walking over with a woman; the two men glanced at each other, strangers to one another.

However, Yang Zichen noticed his gaze lingering on the retreating figure of Wei Lan, even stopping his step for it.

“What’s wrong? Did you see someone you know?” The woman asked, puzzled.

Jing Zan shifted his gaze away, ignoring that familiar figure, and lightly chuckled to the woman: “It’s nothing; it’s time to rest.”

Yang Zichen picked up the documents from the floor, stacking them with a notebook in his hand, and walked to the door, ringing the doorbell.

The door was opened by Shen Hanxiu; beyond him, Su Nian could be seen holding a storybook, still telling stories to two children.

“Everything is here, and the email is ready.”

Shen Hanxiu took them and responded with a light “hmm.”

Yang Zichen, intending to say a few more words, instead quickly turned and walked away, as if he had an urgent matter to attend to.

He found Wei Lan on the deck from a waiter’s directions, leaning on a table in a corner.

As he neared her, his hurried steps slowed down.

In the cold wind, her slight shivering was clearly visible.

He had always thought her to be a cheerful girl, unable to even imagine her looking sad, until he saw it with his own eyes…

Taking off his coat, he draped it over her.

Wei Lan suddenly looked up, her face still wet with tears.

Seeing Yang Zichen in the gentle night, realizing her own disarray, she quickly raised her hand to wipe her tears, trying to speak in as normal a tone as possible: “Special Assistant Yang…”

…

In the warm and comfortable room, Jing Zan glanced at the tightly closed bathroom door, hesitatingly pulling out his phone.

That figure he had seen just now left him vaguely uneasy.

The call went through, and just as Yang Zichen was about to speak, he heard her phone ring.

Wei Lan looked down, not expecting it to be him calling. Had he just noticed her?

The ringtone continued endlessly, and Wei Lan hesitated.

Jing Zan’s brows furrowed slightly; in his memory, whenever he called her, she would usually pick up right away, her voice subtly filled with joy as she called him “senior.”

Yang Zichen glanced at her phone. Was it this “Senior Jing Zan” that had upset her so much?

Was this senior her intended spouse?

The ringing stopped, and only then did Yang Zichen ask, “Why didn’t you answer?”

It was then that Wei Lan remembered there was someone else present. She looked up at him and then bowed her head again without speaking.

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On the other end, Jing Zan was also looking at his phone; it was the first time she hadn’t answered his call.

Was she asleep?

For some reason, he really wanted to hear her voice now, and also to confirm if the girl who had fled in such a hurry was really her. Therefore, he dialed again.

Wei Lan hesitated for a few seconds, took a deep breath to compose herself, and then answered, “Senior…”

Jing Zan obviously sighed in relief, “Why didn’t you answer the call just now?”

“…I was asleep.”

“Did I disturb your rest?”

In the past, a call from him would have kept her excitedly awake, but just now, she had seen him intimate with a beautiful woman, and for the first time, she felt alienated by his gentle voice: “No, is there something you needed, senior?”

“Your voice sounds strange?”

Wei Lan couldn’t help but sniffle, “…I have a bit of a cold.”

During the call, both of them exchanged their usual pleasantries, none breaking the fake calm.

“Your husband?” Yang Zichen finally spoke after she hung up the call.

She casually wiped away her tears, her eye makeup smeared somewhat comically, and chuckled self-deprecatingly, “Not for much longer.”

Yang Zichen froze, did that mean… she was getting a divorce? Marriages are supposed to encourage union, not separation, but why did he feel so… happy upon hearing this news?

Wei Lan got up and returned the jacket to him: “Thank you, Special Assistant, I… shall go in first.”

Yang Zichen merely glanced at the jacket and didn’t reach out to take it: “Keep it on, it’s windy, get some rest soon.”

He stepped away first.

Wei Lan looked at the jacket in her hands, it was warm, but felt ridiculously out of place; in the cold, the man adding clothing to her was not her own husband…

The night gradually became tranquil, with the cruise ship smoothly sailing on the sea.

Su Nian, turning over a storybook, sighed quietly in a low voice, “Phew… finally asleep.”

It was Su Zhen’s first time on a ship, and she was very delighted, nearly finishing an entire storybook before falling asleep.

After tucking in the two children, she left a light on, just about to wash up and sleep…

“Now, let’s go.”

She almost forgot, there was still a man on the sofa, and she also nearly forgot about the transaction she had with him.

She had originally planned to prepare something for him, but was too occupied and entirely forgot about it, “It’s too late today, let’s talk tomorrow.”

“No extensions.”

Su Nian knew well what he had been thinking while sitting here all night waiting, her mind quickly turned: “President Shen, to serve you well, I also need to be well-rested. Tonight is too rushed, I’m unprepared…”

“Don’t wake the kids, come out and talk.”

Shen Hanxiu pulled Su Nian out the door and immediately dragged her into the next empty room: “What do you need time to prepare?”

“Not to mention anything else, at least being energetic is essential. Look, it’s late at night and you’re already tired, the outcome won’t be favorable for either of us if we continue now. Haste doesn’t bring success.”

Shen Hanxiu raised an eyebrow at her, not sure what she was scheming, “Alright, rest well tonight, but Su Nian, don’t take me for a fool, you should know that…” he paused, drawing closer to whisper in her ear, “… you can’t have your cake and eat it too.”

Su Nian shrank her neck and hurriedly waved her hand, “Not at all, President Shen is far from a fool.”

Su Nian understood that he was warning her not to play tricks; trying to solve Ziyan’s issue while not giving anything in return was impossible.

But… whatever, if she could postpone it for one night, that was one night, at least she had another day to figure out a strategy.

Shen Hanxiu inadvertently glanced down at her [chest], the dress wasn’t a deep V-neck, but from his angle, the enticing curve was clearly visible.

His [Adam’s apple] bobbed, and Su Nian noticed this detail and quickly raised her hand to cover herself, smiling as she pushed his body gently: “President Shen, it’s time to rest, I won’t bother you anymore…”

Shen Hanxiu’s control crumbled in her presence, his long fingers unknowingly sliding to the side zipper on her dress…

Seeing his intense gaze, Su Nian knew what his deep feelings meant at this moment; when a man loses control, he thinks with his lower half.

“When did President Shen become so impatient? Can’t even wait a day?”