All of this was observed by the man behind the potted plants in the distance. With a slam, the door closed, and the man hid his camera in his bag before disappearing into the crowd and heading out of the hotel.

On the way back.

"Okay, I understand. Deliver it to my office at 11 a.m. tomorrow." Song Hengjue said to the person on the other end of the phone after listening, and then hung up.

"You still have work to do so late?" Yang Qingheng was woken up at some point and groggily lifted her head from his arms.

"It's nothing," Song Hengjue kissed her forehead affectionately, then, noticing that the driver in front hadn't noticed them, he coughed lightly and whispered in Yang Qingheng's ear, "You didn't go back on your word this morning, did you?"

“I keep my word,” Yang Qingheng said, her beautiful eyes sparkling. She patted his shoulder generously, opened the door, and got out of the car. “Come on, the hotel tonight is on me.”

Song Hengjue's ears turned slightly red, and his eyes darted around, but he followed closely behind.

Tsk, they've been married for so many years, what haven't they seen? This man is acting like a pure virgin.

Yang Qingheng looked at the back of Song Hengjue's head and thought he was handsome no matter how she looked at him.

The resilient touch of her palm still lingered, sparks crackling all the way through, shooting straight to Yang Qingheng's heart, making her feel warm all over.

"What are you looking at me for?" Song Hengjue glared fiercely at Yang Qingheng, unaware that he was now perfectly embodying the idiom "outwardly fierce but inwardly weak."

Only Song Hengjue knew how hot his neck was. Yang Qingheng's gaze made him feel like a stripped male model, or a dish being served on a table. Shame and anger overwhelmed his reason, and his mind began to become muddled.

"Tsk, I can't even look at him, sir. You have such a handsome face, how can you be so stingy?" Yang Qingheng saw the elevator doors close and became unrestrained. Her soft fingertips wrapped around his palm and lightly tickled his palm. "Not like my boyfriend."

The cat-like strength was less of a scratch and more of a seduction. Song Hengjue felt a tightening in his lower abdomen, his dark eyes like bottomless abysses, yet they could only hold her image: "Oh? What's different about your boyfriend compared to me?"

Yang Qingheng's eyes flickered, and she chuckled softly. He wrapped his tie around her hand a few times, then yanked it hard, forcing the man's handsome face down in front of her.

"My boyfriend..."

The last few words were so low they were almost inaudible, but Song Hengjue caught them precisely. His mind went blank, bursting into a whirlwind of excitement. He gritted his teeth and suddenly slammed Yang Qingheng against the elevator wall. His eyes, which had been burning with passion, were now devoid of any fervor.

"Yang Qingheng, you'd better be able to handle this!"

"Then you should try your best." Yang Qingheng wasn't afraid at all, and forcefully pulled him out of the elevator by his tie.

Song Hengjue's throat was dry and hoarse. He took a quick step forward, grabbed Yang Qingheng's leg, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and swiped open the door.

He had no patience at all; before the lights could even be turned on, the complete darkness pressed him tightly against the door.

His crisp breath forcefully entered Yang Qingheng's lips and tongue, carrying a strong possessiveness. He kissed her until her eyes were glazed and she was breathless before he finally allowed her to catch her breath.

The man's hard, muscular body made Yang Qingheng uncomfortable. She pushed his arm away and said with amusement, "You didn't want to go to my hotel, so you insisted on coming here. I'd like to see what good stuff is here. Turn on the lights."

Song Hengjue's Adam's apple bobbed, and the next second, the pitch-black room was as bright as day.

The most eye-catching feature is the large mirror in the room, several meters wide, which can almost capture the view of the entire bed.

Yang Qingheng's calm demeanor, which had lasted all night, crumbled after she saw the room's furnishings. Her cheeks burned so hot they could fry an egg, her hands and feet trembled as she frantically gripped the doorknob, gritting her teeth: "You pervert, I'm done playing, I want to go home."

However, before she could even open the door, she was lifted up and thrown hard onto the bed.

"Don't even think about it!"

The man seemed to have turned into a tireless ox overnight. Yang Qingheng felt like her back was about to fall apart, and sweat streamed into her eyes, reflecting a shattered light.

"Open your eyes and look carefully." Just as she closed her eyes, a hand forcefully turned her chin up to face the mirror from behind.

"……asshole."

Song Hengjue chuckled, his warm hand pressing against her delicate abdomen: "Still have the energy to curse? Looks like you're not sleepy yet."

Yang Qingheng gasped.

…………

"Get up and take a shower, or you won't feel well tomorrow morning." Song Hengjue's satisfied face slowly approached, his slightly cool lips pressed against Yang Qingheng's forehead, almost reverently.

The woman on the bed was curled up in a ball under the covers, her damp face flushed like the sunset. She opened her eyes groggily, slapped him across the face one last time, and then drifted back to sleep.

The force was light and gentle, but Song Hengjue was not embarrassed or annoyed. Instead, he stared at her beautiful face for two seconds before placing delicate kisses on her lips.

"If you don't get up, I'll keep kissing you, okay?"

"Ugh, so annoying." Yang Qingheng was so annoyed by his harassment that she muttered to herself, her eyes barely open, and it was hard to tell if she was cursing him or talking in her sleep.

Looking at her adorable appearance, Song Hengjue's heart melted. He picked her up and was about to take her into the bathroom when he chuckled, "You hate this and you hate that. So what do you like?"

The woman muttered something to herself.

Song Hengjue almost thought he was hallucinating, and suddenly moved closer: "What?"

"Is it okay if I like you?"

This time he heard it clearly, and his mind exploded. Song Hengjue had never felt his heart beat so fast before. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he was filled with disbelief and unease. His voice trembled as he asked, "Yang Qingheng, who am I?"

"Song Gou." Yang Qingheng was so annoyed she had no temper. Where did this idiot come from, asking question after question, not letting people sleep?

Song Hengjue was scolded, but he felt no anger at all. If Yang Qingheng wasn't still in his arms and he wasn't afraid of dropping her, he would have loved to jump up and down on the spot.

Yang Qingheng said she liked him?

Yang Qingheng actually likes him!

Even though he knew this woman had feelings for him, hearing it with his own ears was still different. Song Hengjue felt so happy he was about to die.

He showered Yang Qingheng with kisses, almost causing things to escalate. If Yang Qingheng hadn't intervened in time, the two would probably have ended up on the bed.

The next morning, as soon as Yang Qingheng opened her eyes, she met Song Hengjue's unusually bright eyes. Feeling uneasy, she subconsciously took a step back: "What's wrong with you so early in the morning?"