The Rest Of My Life Is For You

Nian Xiaomu lay down with her arms cushioning her head. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, she suddenly remembered something. As if she was being electrocuted, she turned around and sat on her bed.

She remembered why she had felt a sense of familiarity!

Nian Xiaomu reached out and brought the photo album over. She kept flipping until she reached the page of Tan Bengbeng's portrait.

She stared at the figure who was standing before a garden, wearing a tight-fitting outfit.

The Tan Bengbeng in the photograph was probably a teenager.

The feeling she got from this photograph was the same as the photograph she had seen at Fan Yu's place previously.

Even Tan Bengbeng's posture was very similar to that little girl wearing black clothing…

However, Tan Bengbeng was not wearing black.

In the entire photo album, not a single picture of Tan Bengbeng wearing black could be found.

Based on her understanding of Tan Bengbeng, Tan Bengbeng did not like black. If she had a color she liked, it was more likely to be white.

She would wear a white coat in the hospital every day. When she was not in the hospital, she would be wearing a white shirt with a pair of simple jeans.

Moreover, if she and Tan Bengbeng had known each other long ago, why did Tan Bengbeng not tell her about it?

There were too many questions bugging Nian Xiaomu. Hugging the photo album in her arms, she was unable to fall asleep no matter what.

Very quickly, she turned around and sat on her bed. She entered Tan Bengbeng's study room to continue looking for any other photo albums…

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The Tang Family's villa

Compared to the somber and gloomy atmosphere between Yu Yuehan and Nian Xiaomu, the atmosphere here was very harmonious.

The day Shangxin had returned from abroad, she stayed in Tan Yuansi's room for no reason.

Then, the following day, she had woken up in Tang Yuansi's embrace. Before she could even say anything, Tang Yuansi had taken her phone and called her manager, to inform him to bring her luggage over to the Tang Family villa.

These were his exact words.

"If it is too inconvenient for you, or you don't have time to do so, just give me the address. I will get someone to collect the luggage."

He was so polite that the manager almost thought that he had received a call from a fake Tang Yuansi.

He was scared out of his wits. Very early in the morning, he brought her luggage over to the Tang Family villa without hesitation for her to cohabit with Tang Yuansi unabashedly.

Shangxin did not even have a chance to express her opinions.

When she had come back to her senses and wanted to ask what did Tang Yuansi meant, the man in front of her turned toward her.

It was as if the wolfhound had turned into a little puppy in an instant. He spoke with sincerity, "The Tang Family's villa is more comfortable than a hotel. If you don't like my room, you can change to another room."

"It isn't a problem with the room…"

"Then is there a problem with me?" Tang Yuansi interrupted her. His gaze became desolate as though he was about to be abandoned. All of a sudden he moved toward her, opened his mouth slowly and said, "You only slept here for a night and you're starting to dislike me? I didn't even do anything."

"…"

His words made it seem like her objection was due to his inaction.

If word got out, she would never be able to clear her name.

"This wasn't what I meant…" Shangxin tried to explain.

Before she could finish, Tan Yuansi heaved a sigh of relief and interrupted her again, "Then it means that you have agreed to stay. I'll help you put your luggage in the room and we can have breakfast downstairs."

"…"

Throughout the process, Shangxin was in a state of confusion. The questions "Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?" were written clearly on her face.

She had not said anything. Why did it suddenly turn out that she had agreed?

Besides, he did not give her a chance to protest. He had placed the luggage in the room, held her hand and taken her out of the door.