A minor jealousy incident: Who's jealous of whom? (Part 3)

Song Zhao frowned and asked, enunciating each word clearly, "Do you already have someone else in your heart?"

"No, you're the only one in my heart, really, absolutely true."

Song Zhao lowered his head, his expression extremely somber, as if deep in thought.

Nanqi asked cautiously, "Are you jealous?"

"..." Song Zhao suddenly raised his eyelids, his eyes filled with crimson.

"Zhaozhao?"

Without saying a word, Song Zhao pushed her down onto the bed and ordered, "Take it off."

Nanqi's temples throbbed with fright. "Here?... But our friends are waiting in the private room."

Friends?! Just thinking about Cui Yingying's shy appearance and the two of them singing in unison made Song Zhao's anger surge to her head. She unbuttoned Nan Qi's pants, pulled them all down, then flipped her over and began to vigorously rub her buttocks from both sides.

Nanqi hadn't expected her strength to increase so much. The first two blows were so painful that her muscles tensed up, but the strength of the blows weakened significantly afterward, and she couldn't even feel the pain in several of them.

Nanqi knew that her mother was jealous of her, and she felt a little smug. However, it was the first time in her life that someone had stripped her pants and hit her, and the crisp sound made her feel ashamed. So she closed her eyes and covered her head, waiting for her mother to vent her anger.

Although Song Zhao's blows became lighter and lighter, she grew angrier the more she thought about it, eventually bursting into tears. Nan Qi felt a sudden coolness in the burning area, realized something was wrong, turned to look at her, and called out, "Zhao Zhao..."

Nanqi's voice pulled Song Zhao back to her senses. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and saw that Nanqi's buttocks were already red on both sides. She realized that she had hit too hard and regretted her impulsive behavior.

Looking at Nanqi's raised eyebrows and pitiful expression, Song Zhao was overwhelmed with guilt, self-reproach, and heartache. He pulled her onto his lap, gently rubbing the feverish area with his palm, and softly asked, "Does it hurt?"

Nanqi said jokingly, "It doesn't hurt as much as your hand. My butt is thick-skinned, it's not worth hurting your hand."

Song Zhao was amused by her, laughing and crying at the same time, and couldn't help but pat her lightly again, "Serves you right for making me angry."

"So, are you calmed down now?" Nanqi asked, looking completely bewildered.

Song Zhao glanced at her but didn't answer.

“They are all my colleagues, but we are not in the same department and we don’t see each other often at work. As for… she is the daughter of Mr. Li’s friend. She was the one who recommended me to work at Vance. We are just good colleagues, nothing more.”

"And what about her? Is she also your colleague?"

"She was probably too excited to see you today; she's not usually like this. Besides, she's still young and doesn't understand feelings between women."

Song Zhao retorted sarcastically, "She doesn't understand? Then how about I dance a cheek-to-cheek dance with a girl, holding hands and leaning on her shoulder?"

Upon hearing this, Nanqi suddenly recalled the scene of Song Zhao and that actress sweetly linking arms, and angrily sat up and put on her pants.

Before she could even pull her trousers up, Song Zhao pulled her into his arms again and tossed the trousers aside.

"You want to leave?"

Nanqi's face turned ashen. "Is that not allowed?" she asked.

"No, you're not leaving until you explain yourself clearly."

Nanqi said sullenly, "I don't want to talk now."

Seeing this, Song Zhao pressed his lips against hers. Caught off guard by the sudden kiss, Nan Qi leaned back, only to be grabbed by Song Zhao's waist and pulled into his arms.

At this moment, Nanqi didn't want to be intimate with her, especially since she was being forcibly kissed. So she bit her lower lip. Song Zhao retaliated without backing down and kissed her even harder.

Nanqi wanted to resist, but Song Zhao's increasingly ardent kiss overwhelmed her strength, so she simply stopped struggling and responded with trembling eyelashes. Their kiss gradually softened from a storm to a gentle drizzle, slowly calming down in tenderness.

The passionate kiss ended, and they released each other, panting heavily. Both their lips were swollen and red; neither had let go of the other's biting. Song Zhao rested her head on Nan Qi's shoulder, one leg lightly pressing against her, her left hand lifting Nan Qi's shirt, wanting to entwine with her further. Just then, both of their phones rang simultaneously.

Nanqi instinctively turned over to grab her phone, but a cold, commanding voice came from behind her: "Hang up."

Nanqi turned her head and glanced at her, "Hmph."

"I'll say it again, I'm hanging up!" Song Zhao emphasized, his eyes filled with a frightening intensity.

Nanqi didn't want to upset her, but she was inwardly resentful. "And what about you?"

Song Zhao immediately took the phone and, in front of Nan Qi, not only hung up the call but also turned it off.

Seeing this, Nanqi also turned off her phone.

Isolated from outside distractions, the room was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard. The two looked at each other anxiously, took off their clothes, and continued what they had just been doing.

Inside the private room, Cui Yingying pressed the dial button on her phone, wondering, "Why is it off? Is there no signal? Could something have gone wrong?"

Cindy casually stroked the rim of the wine glass with her fingertips, the orange liquid swirling gently within. She said calmly, "Don't worry, they're both adults. Nothing will happen to them."

“When I went to the restroom, I specifically looked around and didn’t see them… Are you sure nothing bad has happened?” Julie said.

Cindy chuckled, "It's so late at night, in a tavern, what could possibly happen to a lone woman like you?"

Cui Yingying panicked instantly. She rushed out to look for them in each private room, and the other two accompanied her. Cindy, on the other hand, seemed to see through everything and leisurely drank her wine.

Cui Yingying's shouts soon reached their ears through the doors and windows. Nanqi quickly stopped Song Zhao's actions, afraid that their affair would be discovered and affect Song Zhao. Song Zhao calmly said, "Shh. Don't make a sound."

After Qiu Yingying's voice faded into the distance, Song Zhao hugged Nan Qi and said in a serious tone, "Let me tell you, since you chose to be with me, you are not allowed to be fickle. If you dare to get entangled with her again, unless you dump me, I would rather break your legs than let you see her."

"And what about you? What if you get entangled with someone else?"

Me too.

"real?"

"real!"

Nanqi rolled her eyes and asked with a grin, "What do you think of... my performance just now?"

Song Xiao gave a knowing smile: "Indescribably wonderful."

"How do I compare to your actress sister?"

"Hmm? Which younger sister?"

"You were arm in arm with someone in public, and now you don't remember?" Nanqi said, her smile fading and her voice filled with resentment.

Song Zhao smirked smugly, leaned closer to her, and said, "You're not happy about it?"

Nanqi angrily turned her head away, not wanting to pay attention to her.

"She insisted on holding my arm. It was my fault. I promise I won't let her hold my arm next time, okay?"

Seeing that she was still unhappy, Song Zhao gently kissed the corner of her mouth. "Okay, don't be angry. That actress is enthusiastic to everyone. Today she's with this one, tomorrow she's with that one. It's not just me." She paused, a knowing look flashing in her eyes, and added, "She just wants the paparazzi to take some photos of her with others and get some exposure. She really doesn't have any other intentions."

Nanqi bit her lower lip and muttered, "Who knows if she has ulterior motives towards you?"

"Then I'll be careful from now on and not let her touch me."

Nanqi sighed softly, looking aggrieved, and said, "It's still not fair. I already got beaten up, so how do you calculate this?"

Song Zhao shrugged and said, "Why don't you hit me too? I'll let you hit me."

"I'm stronger than you. What if I beat you so badly you're crying for your parents?"

Song Zhao squinted and smiled, "It's not that exaggerated. If it really hurt that much, you could have just comforted me after you finished hitting me."

"Okay." Nanqi sat up with a grin and patted her legs.

Song Zhao obediently lay on Nan Qi's lap, her hands crossed and supporting her chin. "Use a little force, I'm not that easily hurt." Nan Qi looked at her plump, white buttocks, raised her hand, and prepared a lot of force for a slap. But when it was about to land, her hand involuntarily withdrew its strength, turning it into a light slap.

She really couldn't bear to leave a slap mark on Song Zhao's body, nor could she bear to make her feel any pain.

Song Zhao raised an eyebrow and smirked, saying, "What's wrong? Can't bring yourself to do it?"

"..." Nanqi turned her head away, looking like she couldn't be bothered to pay attention to her.

Song Zhao sat up and put his arm around her neck, saying, "You couldn't bring yourself to do it, so don't hold it against me for this."

"snort."

"I knew you were the best, I love you." Song Zhao snuggled into Nan Qi's arms and said with a smile.

Nanqi was quickly appeased by her tenderness and sweet words, and couldn't help but chuckle to herself, "Alright then, this won't happen again."