"Who did it?" Rong Zhan frowned again, with a terrifying and sinister tone in his voice.

"My stepsister...Su Mo." Su Yang rubbed his brows, covered his legs with his coat, leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes and rested, trying to relieve the dizziness and pain brought by the alcohol.

Rong Zhan lowered his dark eyes and looked at the rearview mirror in front of him. After the special assistant Qin Yu caught his gaze, he understood what he meant and nodded in acquiescence.

When he looked away, his eyes swept over the woman. He saw the flickering neon lights reflecting in from the window, shining on her blushing cheeks, making her look even more beautiful and charming.

"uncomfortable?"

"Um."

Su Yang didn't want to talk much, so he responded perfunctorily and turned his head to the side.

The car was quiet for a moment. Su Yang's arm was suddenly restrained by a cold hand. Her body leaned to the right involuntarily. Before she opened her eyes, she fell into a warm chest. Her hand naturally went up to his collar.

As soon as she raised her eyes, she met the man's eyes as deep as the sea. The faint scent of sunken wood and the rich aroma of wine collided together, lingering in every breath of air in the car.

The woman's sparkling eyes were pure and bright, flickering slightly like a clear spring.

The dark light in Rong Zhan's eyes suddenly flashed. He felt the warmth of the hand caressing his chest penetrating into his skin through his clothes, and his Adam's apple rolled involuntarily.

"Lean back if you feel uncomfortable." He turned his eyes away, looked out the window, raised his hand to cover his lips, and his hoarse tone seemed to be enduring something.

Su Yang's red lips moved slightly, and she wanted to say something, but the concentration of the bottle of wine recommended by Tao Anwen was too strong, making her too tired to speak. She thought that they were already husband and wife, and they had already hugged each other last night, so there was no need to be pretentious.

I found a comfortable position and lay down against him.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly changed significantly. Qin Yu, who was driving in front, had a vague look in his eyes. He calmly lowered the rearview mirror, trying not to look at or hear anything inappropriate.

After arriving at Rongge Mansion, Rong Zhan lowered his eyes to glance at the woman who was already sleeping in his arms. He whispered a few words about work to Qin Yu, then put his hand through her waist, picked her up by the waist, and got out of the car.

After returning to the room, Rong Zhan gently placed her on the bed. Just as he was about to pull his hands away from her neck and waist, Su Yang suddenly turned over and pressed his hands back again.

"Meow~"

A sweet and crisp cat cry suddenly sounded. Rong Zhan's spine stiffened, his scalp numbed, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he instinctively leaned over and hugged Su Yang tightly.

The figure of a white cat walked past the door of the room.

Su Yang opened his eyes dazedly, and subconsciously stroked his back, calling softly: "Rong Zhan."

"Um."

Rong Zhan calmed down, and seeing that there was no movement, he raised his head and glanced at the charming and cold woman in his arms from a close distance.

Although her vision was a little blurry, Su Yang remembered the man's stern outline very clearly. Maybe it was the influence of alcohol, but she couldn't help but raise her hand and touch his face. Her red lips rippled slightly, as charming as a rose blooming in the breeze.

Rong Zhan's heart suddenly numbed. He grabbed her slender and warm hand. The light in his eyes gathered again. His throat suddenly tightened. He leaned over as if possessed by a ghost and kissed her thin red lips.

The sound of breathing was suddenly taken away, Su Yang's pupils trembled slightly, and his whole body stiffened.

Seeing that she didn't resist, Rong Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly, then slowly closed them. He tightened his grip on her hand, lowered it vertically, and used his other hand to grope to unbutton her clothes...

In the long rainy night, there is a cool breeze, but also a hint of warmth from early summer.

——

The morning breeze blew the curtains left and right. Su Yang opened his eyes and just as he propped himself up with his hands to sit up, he felt a tingling pain all over his body, as if it was falling apart.

"Awake?" A familiar voice sounded.

Su Yang looked over when he heard the voice, and saw the man who had just come out of the cloakroom, buttoning his sleeves, with a faint smile on his handsome face, and his eyes were no longer as cold and sinister as before, but had a little more warmth, and his whole body exuded a refreshed aura.

Scattered scenes from last night emerged in my mind, and my face suddenly felt awkward and unnatural. Just as I was about to lift the quilt and go down, I found that my clothes were not there. I pulled the quilt back and checked the time.

"It's already past eight o'clock, why haven't you gone out yet?" She asked this question confidently, even with a hint of anger.

Although they were already husband and wife and it was normal for them to do such a thing, she was drunk last night.

It's not that I'm being pretentious, but I just feel inexplicably ashamed and angry that he took advantage of me.

"There is a press conference in the afternoon, so you're free in the morning and there's no rush." ​​The man smiled softly, bent down, picked up her clothes and threw them over.

Su Yang took the clothes, put them in front of him, aimed at the bathroom door, quickly opened the quilt and rushed in.

Rong Zhan put one hand into his trouser pocket and smiled lightly. It was clearly her who seduced him first last night, but now she was giving him the cold shoulder.

However, since he got up, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he inexplicably felt that his body seemed to be much lighter.

An hour later, Su Yang changed into a white V-neck shirt with a black hip-hugging one-step skirt, showing her elegance and grace.

When I walked into the restaurant, I saw the tall figure of a man sitting at the dining table with his legs crossed. He looked relaxed and casual like a nobleman, with a tablet in his hands, seemingly looking at something.

"Morning, ma'am."

Mrs. Luo greeted her with a smile and pulled the chair out for her.

Hearing the voice, the man looked up and put the tablet aside: "Come and sit down."

Su Yang concealed the unnaturalness in his eyes, walked over and sat down gracefully, picked up the milk and sipped it gently: "I have to go to the TV station later, and the car is not ready yet, I want to borrow a car from you."

"You can pick any car in the garage. The car keys are in the drawer in the entrance." The man paused and said, "I'm going out soon too. I'll take you there on the way."

"I'm afraid you're not fit to drive right now."

Su Yang paused while eating, raised her eyelids slightly, and took in his cheerful and high-spirited look. She pursed her lips, looked behind him deliberately, and said in surprise, "Bai Yue, why are you here?"

Rong Zhan's back stiffened, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the chopsticks. Then he saw Su Yang curl her red lips, put down the half-eaten sandwich and stood up: "I'm kidding, I'm done, let's go."

Rong Zhan: “…”

This woman really... needs to be punished. It seems she didn’t work hard enough last night.

Mrs. Luo, who was standing aside, couldn't help but laugh with her hands covering her lips, but when she saw Rong Zhan's sinister and terrifying eyes, she immediately held it back.

"Clean out a room in the basement and put her two cats in there."

Rong Zhan felt that this was the first time in his 28 years of life that he was being controlled by a woman. He felt very uncomfortable. He put down his chopsticks heavily, said this and went to the garage.

(End of this chapter)