Chapter 70 Baby, open your eyes.

Song Zhixu: "That is..."

Tang Ran suddenly raised her head, and she and Song Zhixu straightened up.

Her movements were so sudden that Song Zhixu was puzzled, "How..."

Tang Ran turned around.

She climbed onto Song Zhixu's shoulder and kissed him directly.

Song Zhixu paused for a moment, then put his arm around her waist in response.

Their lips lingered for a long time, and their breaths gradually deepened.

The weather in early September was still sweltering, with even the night breeze carrying a hint of dryness.

Song Zhixu pried open Tang Ran's teeth and deepened the kiss little by little.

Tang Ran's breathing gradually became rapid, and the dizziness from lack of oxygen spread along her spine. Her legs went weak, and her body leaned forward uncontrollably.

Song Zhixu steadily supported her waist, allowing her to lean against him.

Before her brain completely lost oxygen, Tang Ran turned her head to the side, leaned on Song Zhixu's shoulder, her chest heaving rapidly as she gasped for breath.

Song Zhixu gently patted her back with his palm.

Her breathing calmed down a little, but the heat on her face didn't go down. Tang Ran lowered her head, wanting to leave Song Zhixu's shoulder.

Before she could stand up straight again, Song Zhixu pulled her back into his arms.

"Dye".

Song Zhixu's voice was unusually hoarse, making Tang Ran's heart skip a beat.

Tang Ran's body tensed involuntarily as she felt Song Zhixu's chin resting on her shoulder.

The next second, a seductive voice rang in her ear again, "Stay tonight?"

In this situation, what staying overnight means is all too clear.

The room was dark, with only the moonlight filtering in from the balcony, creating a hazy and ambiguous atmosphere.

Tang Ran looked out the window, as if she could see a sky full of stars without a telescope.

It would seem a shame not to do something about such a beautiful night.

"good."

She didn't hesitate, but her voice was still a little strained.

"I'll go get you some water."

Song Zhixu kissed Tang Ran's ear and then let go of her.

The bedroom light turned on and off.

The temperature in the air gradually rises.

Tang Ran tilted her head back, her eyes misty with tears, her consciousness already teetering on the edge of chaos.

Song Zhixu leaned close to her ear and said, "I'll show you the starry sky I photographed."

"Um?"

Tang Ran murmured unconsciously, and it took her a second to understand what she said.

Song Zhixu kissed the back of her ear and coaxed her softly, "Baby, open your eyes."

Tang Ran instinctively followed her instructions and opened her eyes.

The 3D holographic projector in the corner of the room had been turned on at some point.

The rooftops transformed into an endless sky, with the dazzling Milky Way and countless stars shining down from the horizon.

It's as if you could reach out and grab the brightest star.

The nebula slowly swirls, radiating a dazzling light, like a dream.

The vibrant colors amplified all the senses in Tang Ran.

My body felt weightless, and I floated up to the clouds.

Time flies.

Tang Ran's tense body gradually relaxed under the gentle caresses. Song Zhixu hugged her from behind and kissed the tip of her ear, "Do you like it?"

The question seemed to come out of nowhere, and Tang Ran wasn't sure if she was asking about the starry sky or something else.

Her sensitive body trembled at the kiss on her earlobe, and a soft moan escaped her trembling throat.

"Hmm~"

She liked them both, no matter which one they were.

As her hazy consciousness returned, Tang Ran turned over and pushed Song Zhixu's shoulder down onto her.

She knelt on Song Zhixu's lap, leaned down, and whispered in her ear, her breathy voice filled with alluring moisture, "Sister, would you like to experience it too?"

The scorching heat swept across the skin behind Song Zhixu's ear, raising a few small goosebumps.

She tilted her head, trying to avoid him, but Tang Ran didn't let her go and lowered his head to cover her.

Her nimble tongue swept across the patch of crimson, slowly moving down the taut veins on her neck.

Tang Ran kissed Song Zhixu, his fingers slipping between hers, then he clenched his fist and raised it to the top of Song Zhixu's head, pressing it against the sheets.

The indoor temperature rose again, and the dazzling Milky Way shone brightly.

Slender fingers slowly tightened and curled up, gripping Tang Ran's hand tightly, the rounded knuckles turning white from the force.

After a moment of suppressed breathing, the tears that had been welling up slid down her cheeks and landed on the light-colored pillowcase, spreading out in a blotchy pattern.

The taut fingers loosened.

Tang Ran's kiss traveled upwards, finally landing gently on Song Zhixu's eye. "Does sister like it too?"

Song Zhixu lifted her eyelids, her shimmering eyes carrying a gentle, slightly reproachful look.

"She probably likes it more than I do." Tang Ran answered herself, raising their clasped hands, her tone sweet and coquettish, "My fingers are going to get broken by your grip, sister..."

Before she could finish speaking, the view in front of her suddenly changed, and she and Song Zhixu switched places.

Before Tang Ran could react, a flurry of kisses descended upon her, drawing her once again into a sensory feast.

Tang Ran tried to turn the tide, but Song Zhixu suppressed her again.

Song Zhixu kissed her earlobe, "Double gifts as promised, Ranran, have you forgotten?"

That night, Tang Ran floated up and down, swimming in the ever-changing starry sky.

As a result of wandering through the stars, Tang Ran slept until noon the next day.

When she woke up, Song Zhixu was no longer in bed.

The door to the room was open, and Tang Ran could hear her voice coming from the direction of the study; she must have been on the phone.

Tang Ran turned over, a tingling, tingling sensation spreading through every joint.

The more enjoyable last night was, the more intense the ache is now.

Tang Ran lay half-lying down, reaching out to the bedside table to check the time on her phone.

While holding her phone, her gaze inadvertently fell on the cushion that had fallen to the floor.

The milky white satin was wrinkled, with a dark stain spreading from the edge to the other side.

Tang Ran's face felt hot.

At the beginning of last night, Song Zhixu seemed to have placed this cushion under her waist.

I was distracted for a moment, and my hand trembled.

Thump.

The phone fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Tang Ran was startled and helplessly bent down to pick up her phone.

"woke up?"

Song Zhixu came in after hearing the sound.

She was wearing loungewear and glasses; without a doubt, she had been working.

Tang Ran was hanging off the edge of the bed, with half of her body exposed, and the blanket covering half of her thighs.

It's covered up, yet it seems like nothing is covered up at all.

Their eyes met, and for a moment the air seemed to freeze.

Tang Ran reached back to pull the blanket, but unfortunately she couldn't grab it. Her other hand, which was supporting her, trembled because it was too sore and could no longer hold on.

The satin sheets were exceptionally soft and silky, and Tang Ran slid off the bed without any hindrance.

Song Zhixu quickly bent down and caught her with the blanket.

After a series of embarrassing mishaps, Tang Ran's face burned like a monkey's bottom, and she became furious with embarrassment.

She glared at Song Zhixu angrily, "It's all your fault!"

Her voice was husky yet soft, giving Tang Ran goosebumps.

I got even angrier.

"It's my fault," Song Zhixu coaxed her, as gentle and good-tempered as ever.

Tang Ran gave a soft snort.

Song Zhixu carried her back to bed, then took the honey water he had poured that morning from the bedside table and brought it to Tang Ran's lips.

Tang Ran took a big gulp of water from her hand and rubbed her lower back.

I strained my back when I fell off the bed, and it's sore and painful now.

She spent a long time in bed yesterday, and her arms ached as if she had been doing planks for hours, so she couldn't muster any strength.

Song Zhixu put down the water glass, reached under the covers, and began to massage her lower back.

Tang Ran wasn't the type to be pretentious, and after last night, there was nothing she couldn't let go of.

In addition, all the soreness and weakness in her body was Song Zhixu's doing, so Tang Ran leaned against her and enjoyed her service with a clear conscience.

But as you keep rubbing it, things change.

Song Zhixu's hands didn't change much, but something was wrong with her own body.

My lower back feels much better, but my lower abdomen is starting to ache again.

"alright."

Tang Ran immediately pulled Song Zhixu's hand away, stopping her from rubbing it anymore.

If you keep massaging her, her back will break on this bed today.

"Would you like to take another shower?" Song Zhixu tucked the hair behind her ear.

"So tired." Tang Ran buried her face in the crook of her neck and shook her head weakly.

Last night, in her hazy state, she vaguely remembered that Song Zhixu had cleaned and washed her.

She felt quite dry and wasn't in a hurry to take a shower.

"Shall I go get you something to eat?" Song Zhixu asked.

"No." Tang Ran yawned. "Sleepy~"

"Then sleep a little longer." Song Zhixu hugged her and lay her down.

Exhausted, Tang Ran leaned against Song Zhixu and fell asleep again.

I woke up an hour later.

She was still leaning against Song Zhixu, but not on his shoulder, but on a softer, more comfortable spot.

Song Zhixu had his arm around her as they looked at work documents on a projector.

Tang Ran's long black hair fell naturally, with the side of her hair tucked behind her ear.

Her features were soft, her skin fair, and her face delicate, a typical beauty from the Jiangnan region, gentle and graceful.

The curtains were drawn again, and the room was filled only with the faint light from the projector.

The dim light blurred the soft lines of his face, his slightly furrowed brows carried a hint of sharpness, and the frameless glasses added a touch of asceticism to his face.

Tang Ran felt a tickle in her heart when she thought of those misty eyes from last night.

She moved her fingers, then her expression froze for a moment.

The soreness returned.

Tang Ran truly experienced what it means to have the will but not the strength.

"woke up?"

Feeling the movement of the person in his arms, Song Zhixu looked down at her.

"hold head high."

Tang Ran made a nasal sound, clearly unconvinced.

Why is she so exhausted, while Song Zhixu seems perfectly fine?

Shouldn't Song Zhixu have been the one who was more tired last night?

She raised her head and looked at Song Zhixu's arm.

Unfortunately, the light was too dim, and Tang Ran couldn't see anything.

"Should I get up?"

Song Zhixu turned off the projector and then opened the curtains a little.

"hold head high."

Tang Ran's stomach, which had been empty all morning, began to protest, and she could no longer lie down.

Tang Ran made a clear look at the round projector in the corner of the bedroom.

The image of the starry sky that filled the room last night involuntarily popped into my mind.

Tang Ran's ears burned. She rolled over and pinned Song Zhixu down, squinting as she questioned, "You did that on purpose yesterday!"

Yesterday, Song Zhixu said he would show her the photos of the starry sky later, but Tang Ran didn't notice anything amiss.

She never expected that what Song Zhixu meant by "later" would be showing it to her at that time.

Tang Ran strongly suspected that she had planned this all along.

After spending so much time together, she discovered that although Song Zhixu seemed gentle, considerate, and easy to talk to, he was actually quite vengeful and never suffered any loss.

Her mind is full of intricate thoughts and hidden agendas!

Very bad!

Song Zhixu saw her looking at the projector and knew what she meant by asking the question.

She pulled the blanket over Tang Ran.

The room was air-conditioned, but it was still a bit cool.

"It wasn't planned from the beginning."

Song Zhixu was always honest with Tang Ran.

At first, I didn't really intend to do that, but it wasn't entirely a spur-of-the-moment decision either.

"snort!"

Upon hearing this answer, Tang Ran felt a little better, but after only a second, she realized that something was off.

What do you mean by "not planned from the beginning"?

Weren't we still planning to go through with it?!

And how come the projector can play automatically at such precise time?

She didn't seem to hear Song Zhixu pressing the switch.

Tang Ran glanced at the projector. "How do you control it?"

Song Zhixu's eyebrows curved into a smile as she kissed the man's slightly flushed cheek, explaining succinctly, "Voice control."

Voice control?

What was that sound?

It couldn't be the way she called me back then...

No, no.

Tang Ran shook her head and flung away the colored waste.

Sound, sound?

She heard it then...

"Let me show you the starry sky I photographed."

Tang Ran suddenly opened her eyes wide. It was only after hearing those words that she saw the starry sky.

Seeing her reaction, Song Zhixu raised her hand and tapped the tip of her nose, chuckling as she asked, "You guessed it?"

Tang Ran opened her mouth and bit her fingertip, rubbing it against it with a cute but fierce expression. "I knew you were naughty!"

I deliberately told her I'd show her the photos of the starry sky later, and even set that as the power-on command.

Song Zhixu is just too, too, too wicked!

One bite wasn't enough; Tang Ran pounced on Song Zhixu and tried to pinch his cheek.

Song Zhixu reacted very quickly, avoiding Tang Ran while holding Tang Ran's hand and sitting up.

Suddenly feeling weightless, Tang Ran swayed and instinctively reached out to grab Song Zhixu's shoulder.

Song Zhixu wrapped his arm around Tang Ran's waist, preventing her from falling off the bed again.

Tang Ran straddled Song Zhixu, their faces close together, the blanket half-draped over Tang Ran's waist.

Tang Ran had a very deep impression of that familiar posture.

She was both ashamed and angry; her body reacted instinctively faster than her brain.

They reacted in the same way as last night.

She bit down on Song Zhixu's shoulder.

Impartial and unbiased, still in the same position.

It's the same thing—venting.

Last night was an outlet for pent-up love; this time it will be a venting of embarrassment.

The bruises hadn't faded when new marks appeared.

"Hiss." Song Zhixu gasped in pain.

Upon hearing her voice, Tang Ran quickly relented.

"Does it hurt that much?" She didn't even use much force.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Tang Ran remembered that she had lost control of herself last night and bit Song Zhixu.

...

As she spoke, she reached out and pulled open Song Zhixu's collar, saying, "Let me see."

Song Zhixu's skin was very fair, which made the bruises on her shoulders stand out even more.

The varying shades of bluish-purple, shaped like teeth, made it obvious that it was her handiwork.

"Uh, is it that serious?" Tang Ran felt a pang of regret.

She was so distracted when she bit her that she didn't pay attention to how hard she bit.

If I had known it was this serious, I wouldn't have bitten it again.

Seeing her like this, Song Zhixu smiled and took her hand, "It's alright, it's not serious."

Compared to the last time it bit me and drew blood, this time it wasn't so serious.

"It's all bruised, but it's not serious." Tang Ran didn't believe her and got off her. "I'll go get some medicine to apply."

But as she took a step, she felt a little empty and realized what state she was in.

She hurriedly pulled the blanket around her waist and wrapped herself up like a caterpillar, with only her head sticking out.

Tang Ran pouted at Song Zhixu, "Get me my clothes first."

Song Zhixu was charmed by her appearance, so he reached out and pulled her into his arms, kissed her, and then went to get her a nightgown.

After getting up and applying medicine to Song Zhixu's shoulder, Tang Ran ate brunch.

With the food still in her stomach and not yet digested and absorbed into energy, Tang Ran had limited energy. After eating, she lazily lay on the sofa and scrolled through her phone.

Song Zhixu walked over and sat down next to her, then handed her a cushion to support her lower back, saying, "Sit higher."

Lying down immediately after eating can easily cause acid reflux.

Tang Ran sat up and leaned against her shoulder.

Song Zhixu adjusted her position to make her more comfortable. "Should we have them send the dress over tomorrow?"

In a few days it will be the Song family's anniversary celebration, and Tang Ran, the newly engaged wife of the Song family's president, naturally cannot be absent.

The dress was finished a few days ago, but Song Zhixu has been traveling for work and hasn't had time to try it on.

"Um."

Tang Ran nodded. Today, she felt too tired to even move a finger, let alone try on a dress.

Wednesday is the Song family's anniversary.

Song Zhixu invited Tang Ran to a luncheon.

Early autumn in Wuhan is rainy, especially around noon when it often drizzles.

The car arrived at the hotel.

The doorman, wearing a bow tie, immediately came forward, holding an umbrella and opening the car door.

"Thank you, I can do it myself."

Song Zhixu thanked him and took out an umbrella from the car and opened it.

She got out of the car first, then turned around, bent down, and reached her hand into the car to help the person inside.

Tang Ran smiled and placed her hand in Song Zhixu's palm. The moment her feet touched the ground, she was pulled into a warm embrace.

With the umbrella tilted, the two walked up the steps to the porch, and Tang Ran didn't get wet at all.

The banquet was held in the restaurant on the top floor of the hotel, and most of the guests had already arrived by the time it was about to start.

The waiter respectfully opened the door for the two of them, and within five seconds, all eyes in the room turned to look in their direction.

Most of the attendees at the banquet were employees of the Song family, and everyone knew about Song Zhixu's engagement.

Seeing the two of them walk in hand in hand, even those who didn't recognize Tang Ran immediately guessed her identity.

Needless to say, most of Song's executives and shareholders attended the grand engagement ceremony at the castle two weeks ago.

Their faces were filled with knowing smiles.

In their minds, Song Zhixu's engagement to Tang Ran was a stopgap measure to stabilize Song's stock price and quell rumors.

Including bringing Tang Ran to the Song family's anniversary celebration today, it's all a loving display to stabilize public opinion.

Regardless of whether their engagement was forced by circumstances, the two women, one gentle and reserved, the other bright and lively, complement each other perfectly. Just standing together, they are a sight to behold and an unparalleled match.

"Mr. Song, Ms. Tang."

...

People kept coming up to greet them, and after a round of pleasantries and conversations, they finally had some free time just before the luncheon began.

Song Zhixu was asked to prepare his opening remarks, while Tang Ran sat for a while before going to the restroom.

As Tang Ran walked out of the banquet hall, she noticed a strong gaze upon her.

Following my instincts, I saw Song Wuqi on the other side of the hall.