Chapter 143 Thunderclap

The air seemed to freeze, and even breathing became a cautious exercise.

During her years abroad, she lived in a student dormitory for a year.

Those days weren't particularly difficult; it was just the cultural differences that caused the shock.

When she first arrived in a foreign country, she thought that as long as she studied hard and lived independently, she would be able to integrate smoothly into the new environment.

But reality told her in the most direct way that some "freedom" was completely incomprehensible to her.

My roommate is a blonde, blue-eyed American girl. Every time she gets a boyfriend, she brings him home that same night and they go straight to bed.

She had no idea at first.

One day, I pushed open the door and saw the two of them naked and rolling around together.

She was so frightened that she rushed to the toilet and vomited for a full twenty minutes.

After that, she moved out and never lived with anyone again.

She changed her residence, finding a more expensive but quiet single apartment.

From that time on, she began to pay special attention to the boundaries of personal space.

Even her closest friends are rarely invited into her house.

She gradually developed a habit.

Emotions should be restrained, intimacy should be approached with caution, and crossing boundaries should never be done lightly.

Maybe it's because I've seen too many things like this.

The two of them spent every day together, but their minds were actually a little confused.

She originally thought that she had already built a strong psychological defense.

But Sheng Tingzhou's presence melted away the layers of ice that encased her.

Over time, that familiar sense of closeness quietly grew like vines, wrapping around her heart, making her unable to distinguish whether it was habit or falling in love.

Sheng Tingzhou glanced at her and said with a half-smile, half-teasing, "Why are you suddenly so tense?"

His gaze held a hint of amusement, with the corners of his eyes slightly upturned.

He leaned back on the sofa, relaxed, one hand on the armrest, the other casually twirling his phone.

Song Zhiwei casually brushed her hair aside, trying to appear calm.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

She lowered her head to avoid his gaze, pretending to straighten her clothes, but actually trying to hide her racing heart.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a lightness in her body and was lifted up.

She felt a tightening around her waist, and the next second her feet were off the ground.

Her pupils contracted in shock, and she instinctively tried to struggle.

But before she could even open her mouth, he stopped her with a single look.

She instinctively straightened her back and realized she was sitting on his two strong legs.

Their eyes met, and their faces instantly flushed.

She raised her hand and pressed it against his chest, trying to create some distance between them.

"What... are you doing?"

She tried to maintain her last shred of sanity, but her body betrayed her.

Instead of retreating, it leaned slightly forward.

Sheng Tingzhou gently stroked her hair with his fingers, while his other hand gently supported the back of her head.

"I'll hug you."

She lowered her eyes, her heart pounding like a drum.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she slowly raised her hand and wrapped it around his neck.

Yet a bittersweet feeling welled up inside her, making her want to escape yet unwilling to let go.

Song Zhiwei has always been rational and restrained.

For her, relationships have never been a necessity in life.

She once thought that as long as she was independent and strong enough, she could avoid getting hurt.

But at this moment, she took that step herself.

Even if the road ahead is unknown, even if it may lead to utter destruction.

Sheng Tingzhou had one arm around her waist and the other hand pinching her chin.

"Attorney Song, are you blushing because you're shy?"

His thumb gently stroked her jawline.

"I didn't!"

She tried to pull her face away, but he held it firmly, preventing her from moving.

"Stubborn to the end."

He chuckled softly, then lifted her face and leaned down to kiss her.

Song Zhiwei unconsciously gripped his collar tightly.

After a long while, he finally released her.

She avoided his gaze and muttered softly.

"I... am a little sleepy."

She just wanted an excuse to escape this suffocating atmosphere.

"Sleepy at nine o'clock? Are you still in elementary school?"

His tone was teasing.

But his eyes clearly showed reluctance.

She frowned and glared at him.

"I have to catch a plane at six o'clock tomorrow, earlier than a primary school student."

"Assistant Song, did you pick these plane tickets? Choosing them so early, you're really saving money."

He knew why she chose this time.

She was worried that his schedule was too tight and that he would be too tired, so she booked his flight well in advance.

She was eager to defend herself.

"I was just worried you'd be in a rush while you were away on a business trip."

He raised an eyebrow: "Thank you so much, you're so considerate and thoughtful."

she:"……"

She opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

She simply turned her face away slightly, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up.

In the air, it was as if some invisible thread was quietly intertwining their breaths.

She pushed him away abruptly, jumped off his lap, and turned to go back to her room.

But his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Her heart clenched, and she panicked.

My mind went blank for a moment, with only the thunderous sound of my rapidly beating heart ringing in my ears.

The way he's acting... could it be that he wants her to sleep with him?

The thought made her blush even more, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of her clothes.

How should I refuse?

My mind raced, and all sorts of excuses popped into my head.

Will being too abrupt hurt his feelings?

But if I agree, what if something really happens tonight?

Then I heard him say slowly, "Say goodnight to your boyfriend."

She froze, slowly turned around, looked at him, and carefully whispered, "Goodnight."

He smiled and reached out to ruffle her hair.

"Okay, go to bed early."

In that instant, Song Zhiwei felt as if this was the kind of relationship they were meant to have.

The door closed gently.

With a "clatter".

She leaned against the door for several seconds before daring to walk towards the bed.

Song Zhiwei threw herself onto the bed, wrapped herself completely in the blanket, and rolled around, trying to calm her wildly beating heart.

The cotton quilt clung tightly to her body, causing her to break out in a thin layer of sweat, but she still refused to let go.

The scene kept replaying in my mind.

She bit her lip, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

But when she thought about what happened tonight, she still felt like she was dreaming.

She... is really with Sheng Tingzhou?

This question kept swirling in my mind.

Her phone suddenly vibrated, and when she picked it up, she saw it was a message from Jiang Churan.

[Zhiwei, my mom just called and told me to come home the day after tomorrow.]

The light from the screen reflected in her eyes.

She typed a few words in reply: 【Have you told your aunt about your pregnancy?】

My finger hesitated for a moment, then I pressed send.

She knew that Jiang Churan had a tough time.

Being a single mother in that conservative family meant bearing more pressure.

Jiang Churan replied quickly: 【Not yet. But don't worry about it. My relationship with my mom isn't that bad; she won't make things difficult for me.】

Song Zhiwei looked at the message and sighed softly.

She certainly hoped that the mother and daughter could communicate well.

But what she feared was never Jiang's mother, but Jiang Zhenguo.

Seeing Jiang Churan's composure, Song Zhiwei breathed a slight sigh of relief and turned her attention back to herself.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she finally made up her mind, lightly tapped the keyboard, and typed out the words she had been preparing for a long time.

[Mr. Sheng and I are together.]

Jiang Churan: [? ? ? ? ? ]

What the heck?

The next second, the phone rang directly.

The shrill ringtone startled her so much that she almost threw her phone away.