Chapter 44 09.14/It’s the second update on Thursday, and it seems like something happened...

When Fan Tingnian came back, Chu Song was curled up on the sofa reading a newspaper.

She held her cell phone upside down behind her back, with a message from Nan Ling sent a few minutes ago on it.

She later thought about it again and agreed. After that, the child went crazy and bombarded her with various "escape plans", which seemed to concern her more than she did.

She was glad that she had set the phone to vibrate mode before putting it behind her back, otherwise Fan Tingnian would have definitely discovered Nan Ling's constant messages.

She felt Fan Tingnian approaching and glanced at her lying on the sofa. She pretended to be obedient and closed the newspaper in her hand, then looked up: "...What's wrong?"

"Did you go out again later?" He was referring to this afternoon, after she asked him to turn off the surveillance.

Fan Tingnian sat down beside her, took the newspaper from her hand with his left hand, and helped her tuck the hair on her cheek behind her ear with his right hand.

Chu Song wondered if there were any other surveillance cameras in the corridor that she didn't know about, but after thinking about it, she shook her head and refused to admit, "No."

After she finished speaking, Fan Tingnian's eyes fell on her face and stared at her. In order to appear more imposing, she silently took two breaths in her heart and stared back.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds. Fan Tingnian replied, "Well, I believe you."

This morning, before she woke up, he had looked up some information. A journal on female psychology had stated that some women, due to a lack of security, may have a preference for forced love and have a good acceptance rate. When choosing a partner, they also tend to prefer men who are possessive and have higher emotional feedback. However, excessive coercion can induce fear in people, causing them to choose to escape.

So he planned to be flexible and let her go even though he knew she was lying to him.

Chu Song didn't know what Fan Tingnian was thinking as he lay motionless. His deep green eyes scanned her face, dissecting her through the skin like a precision instrument.

She was a little nervous. Her right hand, which was pressed against her knee, gently grasped the hem of her skirt. The next second, she put her hand on Fan Tingnian's shoulder and changed the subject: "Did you eat anything tonight? Do you want to eat something?"

Her attentiveness was so obvious that after two sentences, she gestured to the plate of leftovers on the coffee table not far away, as if to hide her guilt. "I had some grilled fish in the evening. It was delicious."

Fan Tingnian followed her gaze, and two seconds later, he loosened his tie with one hand and took her hand with the other to tie it down.

His hands were big enough, and he held her hand in his palm. As if reluctant, he rubbed the back of her hand with his fingertips and pinched it lightly twice.

"I've eaten. I'm in the restaurant on the first floor of the conference room building."

His gaze seemed to have substance, and every time it fell on her face, it was as if he wanted to cut her open, see her clearly, put her together, and then take her apart again.

Chu Song was afraid of revealing a flaw, so she pulled her hand out of his, stood up from the sofa, and walked towards the coffee table: "I'll ask someone to take away these plates. I feel something smells."

"Why didn't you call the servants to clean up just now?"

"I've been reading the newspaper on the sofa and I'm too lazy to move."

In the evening, Chu Song went to the bathroom to take a shower first. After coming out, he waited for Fan Tingnian to go in. While paying attention to the situation in the bathroom, he lay on the bed, half covered with a pillow, and replied to Nan Ling's message.

During the time when Nan Ling didn't reply to her messages, he replied many times.

Nan Ling: [There's been some issues with our family business lately, and my brother has been having meetings quite frequently.]

Nan Ling: [The uncle I told you about this afternoon said my brother has a morning meeting on Thursday.]

Nan Ling: [I've already told Manager Yang that the training team is pushing me hard. I'm leaving on Thursday and will take you with me.]

Chu Song was still worried: [Can I really get away?]

Nan Ling: [Some of the servants in the house were originally subordinates of that great-uncle.]

Nan Ling: [And my brother doesn't seem to have any intention of keeping you under strict control. He had someone check the manor's security system and team this afternoon, and there's no explicit order prohibiting you from entering or leaving.]

Nan Ling laughed at this: [My brother seems to be keeping you under control, but he still trusts you.]

Chu Song: [What does it mean?]

Nan Ling: [It means he thinks you like him and won’t really run away.]

Nan Ling became more and more excited as he spoke: [I really want to know what his expression will be when you leave.]

As Nan Ling spoke, he even threw over an extremely excited emoticon.

“…” Chu Song still felt that Nan Ling was unreliable.

Chu Song couldn't help but ask with genuine concern: [Were you never beaten as a child?]

So now I keep looking for a fight.

Nan Ling sent a voice message directly, his emotions not as high as before: "Indeed not, but they all ignored me, both my brother and my mother."

Nan Ling: [I only saw him twice in a year, and he always had a cold face.]

Nan Ling: [Anyway, I don't like him. Why should he be the heir?]

Nan Ling: [And he treated me badly.]

Chu Song was thinking about her next message when the bathroom door not far away opened. She alertly picked up her phone and stuffed it under her pillow.

A few seconds later, she felt the bed beside her sink, and someone sat down beside her. The man's hand came up, first touching the back of her head, and then gently pinching the back of her neck.

Chu Song's heart was in turmoil, and he was afraid that he would see that he had just messaged Nan Ling.

But two seconds later, the man's hand left her neck: "It's okay, you can play with your phone."

He suddenly said this, and Chu Song became even more frightened, worried that it was just a sarcastic remark before a storm.

She took a deep breath, turned her head, and looked over, but Fan Tingnian raised his hand to cover his eyes.

He spoke slowly and elegantly, "I really want to kiss you when you do this, but you haven't been very willing lately, so don't look at me like that."

Without looking at him, Chu Song felt even more insecure. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand down.

Fan Tingnian met her eyes, and after a moment, he leaned down and pressed against her. He rubbed the corners of her eyes with his thumbs: "Why are your eyes wet? Is it because I told you you can play with your phone? But this makes me want to kiss you even more."

After he finished speaking, he held her chin and touched the corner of her eyes with his lips: "As long as you stay by my side, you can do whatever you want."

Fan Tingnian felt a little sorry. He seemed to have restricted her personal freedom too much recently.

"So can we kiss today?" He lifted her chin, lowered his head and gently pressed his lips against hers.

His eyelashes were too long, and when he tilted his head, his eyelashes brushed against her nose bone, which was a little itchy. Chu Song subconsciously dodged back a little.

The man stopped kissing her, stepped back slightly, and looked directly into her eyes: "Still not allowed?"

Although he had been keeping her locked up, he would ask for her opinion on any intimate actions he took recently.

Chu Song was not actually very angry with him, she just wanted to go home. Seeing his expression, she remained silent and did not step back.

Fan Tingnian noticed her acquiescence, rubbed her chin with his fingertips, raised a subtle arc at the corner of his lips, and lowered his head to press towards her.

They hadn't kissed for several days, so he kissed her very fiercely. He lowered his head and held her lips, first the upper lip, then the lower lip, and then he stuck his tongue in, hooking her tongue and letting it sink in with him.

He put his right hand on the back of her head and pushed her into the sofa.

The sofa was narrow and not wide enough. It was already difficult for Chu Song to lie down alone, let alone Fan Tingnian who was much taller than her.

He covered her, pressed her into the sofa and kissed her. His long legs had nowhere to put, so he knelt on one leg on the sofa with his knee squeezed between her legs.

Chu Song was panting slightly from the kiss and could only hold onto his shoulders with both hands.

Her pajamas were in disarray, the collar had slipped to one side, revealing half of her shoulder, and Fan Tingnian's shirt was not in much better condition. She had pulled wrinkles on the front, and two buttons were undone.

He rested his chin on her neck and gently rubbed it twice, and said in a vague and lustful voice: "I think your body needs me very much."

Chu Song's forehead was slightly sweaty and he was still gasping for breath.

Her body was very adapted to him, and it was indeed difficult to say no at this time.

Fan Tingnian picked her up and walked to the bathroom. When the water rushed down, her shirt and nightgown fell off together. Instead of entering as he had imagined, he kissed her.

He let her sit on the sink covered with a bath towel, supported her side with one hand, bent his upper body into an arc, and lowered his head to kiss her.

Chu Song lowered her eyes to look at him, but she could feel his hair rubbing against her thighs, which was prickly and a little itchy.

When he stood up again, he held her in his arms and took her to wash. He pressed his lips to her ear, asked her why she was crying again, and then kissed her earlobe gently.

"Stay with me forever." He rubbed her temples.

Chu Song's waist felt a little weak. She didn't expect that just a kiss would be more difficult to resist than the actual process. Although her consciousness was not very clear, she did not answer his question.

Otherwise, I would be deceiving him again.

Thursday came quickly.

Nan Ling was not wrong. Fan Tingnian was indeed very busy. From that day until now, Fan Tingnian had been spending more than half of his time every day dealing with work.

On Wednesday evening, Nan Ling bribed someone to get a servant to bring her passport and various necessary documents.

These things had been kept by Fan Tingnian, and when Chu Song got them, he even thought they were forged.

Nan Ling: [I told you my brother didn’t watch you very closely.]

Nan Ling: [I just went into his room and looked around and found it.]

Chu Song carefully checked the several documents in his hand and knew that it was indeed his.

Chu Song: [Yeah.]

Chu Song sat by the window, replied to the message, tilted his head, and looked out through the window.

She felt as if there had been some activity in recent days. This corner of the entire manor was decorated, with spherical lights on the lawn. Even the swans in the lake and the squirrels jumping in the yard had beautiful wreaths around their necks if you looked closely.

And she vaguely heard the servants talking about "Thursday".

But after only two seconds, she looked away from the window because Nan Ling sent another message.

Nan Ling: [My brother has a meeting tomorrow morning at 9:00. My uncle said he would ask a lot of questions to delay the meeting.]

Nan Ling: [I'll pick you up downstairs when the time comes. You can ride in the same car with me and change into a new outfit.]

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The author has something to say: Come on, come on [starry eyes]

I'll run away in the next chapter.