Chapter 8 What's with the jealous kiss? You just want me to treat you like this, don't you? ...

The man's cool breath brushed against her neck, so close, so forceful. Song Qingran's heart clenched. In the dim night, her curled eyelashes fluttered unnaturally. Just as she was about to open her eyes, the man finally stood up and moved away from her.

She let out a soft moan, then silently rolled over, turning her back to him, thinking it would make her feel better. But feeling his burning gaze and hearing his invasive breathing, she felt even more insecure.

Her heart had never pounded so hard before, and she deeply regretted letting the wolf into her home.

When her emotions reached a breaking point, Song Qingran forgot her identity and the benefits she had sought. She took a deep breath, prepared to throw off the covers, sit up, and loudly accuse him.

"Alright, get some rest and have sweet dreams."

A low chuckle suddenly escaped the man's chest, carrying an unmistakable air of flirtatious charm; he must be in a very good mood.

Because of those words, Song Qingran's accumulated strength deflated like a punctured balloon, and her limbs gradually relaxed.

Thank goodness.

Unfortunately, just a second after feeling relieved, the little devil in Song Qingran's heart screamed again.

She thought the person who had lost his threat had crossed the line again. He rubbed her head with his large hand, teasingly hooked her earlobe with his pinky finger, and left his burning heat on it, which lingered for a long time.

In the dead of night, her heart was pounding, and she was on the verge of collapse.

[Ahem, he's really leaving this time.]

[His feigned sleep is kind of cute, but when he gets annoyed, it's quite funny too.]

Cheng Wang turned his back and slowly walked out of the room, leaning on his black wooden cane. Song Qingran secretly turned her head and stared at his tall back with complicated eyes.

She couldn't tell if those two sentences were spoken by him or if they reflected his true feelings, but he was truly despicable.

Are you treating her like a mouse?

Filled with grief and indignation, Song Qingran gritted her teeth and forced herself to sleep, thinking that she must clean up the bridal chamber tomorrow so that he could move in. She really couldn't accept him existing in her private space.

*

Perhaps she was too tired, because Song Qingran, who is always a light sleeper, slept until noon and only woke up when she heard the doorbell.

She rubbed her messy hair, yawned, and the door opened. Cheng Wang happened to come out of the second bedroom. Their eyes met, and she looked away first, blurting out a "good morning" before rushing into the bathroom.

When she came out, lunch was already laid out on the table: four dishes and a soup, with both meat and vegetables. The chopsticks were neatly arranged. She didn't know if he had arranged them or if the private chef had come and set them out. Either way, she felt a little ashamed.

Cheng Wang is still a patient, so it should be her taking care of him, even though he teased her last night.

Seeing her come out, he moved from the sofa and sat opposite her, familiarly adding a bowl of soup to her bowl. He didn't realize how strange his actions and the atmosphere were; only she was overthinking it.

She vaguely saw a hint of married manhood in him, which was quite novel, yet also a little awkward.

"I heard that the cooperation between the Cheng family and the He family has been cancelled."

She probed subtly.

Cheng Wang raised an eyebrow and placed a piece of pork rib on her plate. "Yes, it will be announced in a few days."

Song Qingran took a bite of rice, glanced at him secretly, awkwardly said thank you, and lowered her head without saying anything more.

She was calculating how much liquid capital she had left. If this news were announced, the He family's stock price would fluctuate, and she wondered if she could buy in at a low price.

When do you want to announce our relationship?

Cheng Wang put down his chopsticks, wiped his lips politely, and suddenly spoke, interrupting her reverie.

"What?"

"Our wedding announcement."

Song Qingran choked unexpectedly and had to pat her chest several times to calm down.

Faced with the man's direct gaze and serious attitude, she felt somewhat at a loss and stammered for a long time.

"Yes, or we can wait until your leg is better."

"what ever."

The meal was unappetizing, and I felt incredibly stressed.

Song Qingran gritted her teeth and finally made up her mind to send two messages to Xu Qingru.

[Find him a woman, and give him more money.]

[Check our current cash flow. Wait a few days for the He family's stock price to drop, then buy in discreetly.]

She felt much better after sending the message.

*

Xu Qingru was very reliable; she sent over a photo of a woman the next morning.

The woman's name was Zhu Ling. She had a pure and innocent appearance, was young, and was a college student. Her smile was bright and cheerful, like a blooming sunflower.

She glanced at the photo a few times, and suddenly couldn't bring herself to do it.

[Was this girl there voluntarily?]

Xu Qingru replied quickly, along with an angry emoji.

[Could it be that I forced her? I showed her his portrait, and she got really excited.]

Song Qingran awkwardly tugged at her lips. Yes, she was overthinking it. With Cheng Wang's face and figure, even without his dreamlike status, there would be plenty of girls wanting to get close to him, not to mention the money she was offering.

She added Zhu Ling on WeChat, and Zhu Ling said she could start work anytime. Song Qingran told her she could come over that afternoon.

She gave him a lot of advice, and also talked about Cheng Wang's personality and preferences. He seemed relaxed, but he was actually very guarded. She told him to take things slowly and not to rush things.

Doing something like this was quite nerve-wracking, and Song Qingran went back to her room to change her clothes, put on light makeup, and picked up a bag, looking like she was about to go out.

After she was ready, she hesitated and stared at him on the sofa.

Cheng Wang glanced at her indifferently.

She feigned a hint of anxiety: "Something urgent has come up. I need to go to the company. Can you take care of yourself? Do you need me to find someone to help you?"

"No need, come back early when you're done."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

The door slammed shut, and the suppressed emotions vanished, allowing Song Qingran to laugh out loud from the bottom of her heart.

When Zhu Ling and Cheng Wang are being all lovey-dovey, she'll pretend to accidentally catch them, then wipe away a few tears and pitifully say that she doesn't blame him and that she's willing to accept him as long as he's happy.

The image of her magnanimously serving her husband and lover during their postpartum period flashed through her mind, and her smile grew even more unrestrained, until she suddenly fell silent.

She belatedly realized that she was being too emotional; the constraints of the tight cheongsam and stiletto heels failed to alert her, causing her to forget to hide her emotions.

With a blink of her eyes, Song Qingran forcibly suppressed the excitement in her heart, regaining her usual cool and gentle demeanor, like a beautiful shell without temper or aggression.

Song Qingran runs a film and television company and has signed many artists, including several newly emerging young actors and actresses. The company is thriving.

She did have something to do today. A novel she wrote three years ago is going to be adapted into a film or television series. Since it's in the family, she gave the copyright directly to her own company. Today, she's meeting with the screenwriter to participate in the script revision.

Five or six people were discussing the topic together, and before they knew it, it was already 8 p.m.

The screenwriters had all left, leaving her alone in the office. The company didn't force overtime, and outside the office, there were only a few scattered people, all preparing to leave.

The moonlight tonight is shrouded in mist, hazy and somewhat gloomy and oppressive, suggesting that tomorrow will not be a good day.

When it was time to lock the door, Song Qingran carried her bag downstairs and walked down the street, not knowing where to go.

After enjoying the breeze by the roadside for a while, she suddenly felt a strong urge to know how things were going with Cheng Wang. She took out her phone and typed out a few lines.

[Does he reject you?]

[How's it going? What's his attitude towards you?]

[Have you left?]

I sent three messages in a row, but there was no response after ten minutes.

Song Qingran was restless. She waited for another half hour but still didn't receive a reply. Feeling guilty, she called Zhu Ling.

No one answered.

Has something happened?

She pressed her brow in frustration, stopped worrying, drove back to her apartment complex, and when she arrived at her doorstep, she was hesitant to go inside.

While lingering, I stepped on something and moved my foot, only to find it was an unused small umbrella.

My eyelid twitched suddenly.

Cheng Wang, are you in such a hurry for sex? Your leg is still broken, can't you even stop?

For some reason, she felt uneasy. This was her house, and they had actually done it in her house. Could it have happened on her bed? The more Song Qingran thought about it, the more disgusted she felt. She opened the door and went inside, still angry.

The room was dimly lit.

She turned on the living room light but couldn't find him. He wasn't in the second bedroom either, but Cheng Wang and the woman's shoes were still there, so he should still be home.

They actually slept together in her room!

Song Qingran clenched her fist, unable to remain calm. She pushed the door open abruptly and instinctively pressed the light switch, but it wouldn't turn on after several attempts; the light was broken.

"Cheng Wang, you..."

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were covered tightly by a pair of large hands. The man's hot breath slid from the top of her head to her slender white neck, followed by delicate kisses. His warm lips were like fire, stinging her skin.

She struggled in terror, biting his palm. He chuckled coldly and continued kissing her, his lips tracing from her delicate earlobe to her beautiful, slender collarbone, nibbling as if in punishment.

A slight sting and a tightening in her heart made her legs go weak, and a soft sob escaped from her palms: "No."

"Don't want it? Isn't this what she asked you to come here for? What are you pretending for?" Cheng Wang finally let go of her collarbone, and his words stunned Song Qingran. What did he mean? Did he think she was Zhu Ling?

Before she could react, she was picked up and rather roughly thrown onto the bed.

The bed was very soft, but she was still knocked unconscious by the fall. Just as she regained some clarity, the man's hot body covered her.

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