When Shang Zeyan found Shen Zhiyi, she was taking a nap against the swing.

"Understand?"

Shang Zeyan approached and called out softly.

Shen Zhiyi twitched her brow.

Open your blurry eyes.

"Hmm... Zeyan..." She mumbled after seeing who it was, then closed her eyes again.

Shang Zeyan looked at her helplessly.

His eyes were filled with doting affection.

"Don't sleep here, you'll catch a cold, okay?"

He took off his suit jacket, bent down, and gently draped it over her shoulders.

She was enveloped in the rich scent of sandalwood.

Nestled in his familiar presence, Shen Zhiyi leaned against his shoulder.

A posture of complete dependence.

Shang Zeyan's jaw, which had been tense from the negotiations, softened instantly.

He pressed his nose against her hair, inhaling the faint fragrance of gardenias and the unmistakable scent of alcohol emanating from her.

His dark eyes flickered slightly.

So he was drunk...

Does that mean she wouldn't know what he does?

His Adam's apple bobbed.

He looked down at the person in his arms for a long time.

Close your eyes.

He kissed her hair very lightly.

The cool hair, carrying the fragrance of gardenias, touched her soft lips, sending a shiver down her spine.

Shang Zeyan uncontrollably pulled the person in his arms even tighter.

"Hmm..."

Shen Zhiyi was tempted.

Shang Zeyan suddenly came to his senses, released his grip on her, and cursed himself for his shamelessness in his heart.

In his frustration, his gaze fell upon the broken glass on the ground beside him.

There were still specks of blood on it.

She's injured?!

Shang Zeyan's pupils contracted sharply. He grabbed Shen Zhiyi's hand and examined the document carefully.

Her fair fingertips were slender and soft, without a single scratch.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go and find out who has been here," he said to the bodyguard hidden in the shadows behind him.

Everyone in the old Shang family mansion knows that this garden is forbidden territory for them.

No one usually comes here.

It is not open to visitors.

Unless someone deliberately followed him and Zhiyi in with ulterior motives.

Thinking of this, his eyes grew cold.

"yes."

Shang Zeyan simply picked the person up horizontally and carried them to the car.

"Mr. Shang." The driver opened the door.

He glanced at Shen Zhiyi in his arms, but received a cold, warning look. He immediately lowered his head and took a half step back.

Just as Shang Zeyan was about to put her down, Shen Zhiyi clung to his neck with both hands, refusing to get off him no matter what.

"Zhiyi, be good, sit down first."

He coaxed her patiently.

Shen Zhiyi acted as if she hadn't heard him, and held him tightly.

Merchants had no choice but to accept the banquet.

He could only carry her into the car, letting her sit on his lap, clinging to him like an octopus.

The driver closed the car door and ran to the driver's seat as if his life depended on it.

The first thing to do after getting on the bus is to raise the partition.

He was afraid that if he looked at him again, President Shang would gouge out his eyes.

How can you drive without eyes?

Thinking of his monthly salary of 570,000 yuan, he patted his chest and finally understood what it meant to "seek wealth and honor in danger".

He put on sunglasses and stepped on the gas without any emotion.

*

Back seat.

Shang Zeyan received a message from his bodyguard.

"Bai Fengyu?"

He frowned sharply, his gaze falling on Shen Zhiyi's face.

Did his intention lead him to beat someone up?

Shang Zeyan stared at her for a long time before letting out a soft laugh.

She truly surprises him all the time.

The person in his arms shifted slightly.

Shang Zeyan blushed slightly and groaned, then grabbed her waist and moved her a little further away from him.

Shen Zhiyi, having lost her source of heat, opened her eyes in dissatisfaction.

Upon seeing Shang Zeyan's slightly pursed thin lips and sexy Adam's apple, he swallowed hard and, as if possessed, leaned closer.

Her red lips were slightly pouting.

The moment I was about to meet him.

Shang Zeyan held her chin, stopping her from making any further moves.

"Understand..."

His dark eyes clearly held an unspeakable desire.

"Do you know what you're doing?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Shen Zhiyi opened her eyes, and like a child who hadn't gotten candy, she leaned over and grabbed his wrist in dissatisfaction.

“I know…” she sighed softly, “I want to kiss you.”

Why won't you let me kiss you?

She looked up at him, her sparkling peach blossom eyes filled with clear confusion.

Shang Zeyan's chest pounded as if thunder had struck.

God knows how deep and intense his longing for her was.

But he couldn't bully her.

"You're drunk."

He held her entire face in his palm; the delicate, smooth touch was like mutton fat jade, tearing at his reason.

She even subconsciously turned her head to the side.

He rubbed it in his palm.

Shang Zeyan's body was burning hot, and even his dark eyes seemed to be churning with intense and fierce emotions.

Reason was stretched to its limit.

It seemed as if it would shatter in an instant if she just flicked it a little more.

"Zhiyi, don't torture me."

He cupped her face in his hands, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

"Some things can only be done when you are clear-headed."

His voice was terribly hoarse, and every line of his body was frighteningly hard, but the words she had just said kept replaying in his mind.

She wanted to kiss him.

She wanted to kiss him!

Shen Zhiyi didn't even do anything; just a casual "I want" was enough to stir up an indescribable storm in his heart.

Shang Zeyan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and finally suppressed the desire rising in his heart.

Shen Zhiyi tilted her head as if she had heard something puzzling.

"wide awake?"

She stared intently at Shang Zeyan, as if, under the influence of alcohol, she was honestly revealing her truest thoughts.

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