clingy puppy Zong Zong
6:30 AM | The alarm clock rang.
Xu Ying's biological clock has always been very accurate.
She groggily opened her eyes. The sky outside the window was just beginning to lighten with a thin layer of blue, and the bedroom was still shrouded in a hazy darkness. She reached for her phone on the bedside table, and the moment her fingertips touched the screen, the person behind her moved. A strong arm reached out and pulled her directly into his embrace.
"Sleep a little longer." Zong Heng's voice was low and hoarse, still groggy from sleep. His warm breath brushed against the back of her neck, making her shrug her shoulders.
Xu Ying smiled helplessly and gently pried his fingers apart: "No, I have a morning meeting today."
"Reject it." He tightened his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and said in a muffled voice, with an unyielding domineering tone.
"Mr. Zong, don't you have a board meeting at nine o'clock yourself?" She turned her face to the side and deliberately poked his chest.
"Let them wait." He closed his eyes, but the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, giving off an arrogant "I'm the boss" vibe.
Xu Ying was amused by his shameless behavior and struggled to get up, but as soon as she managed to prop herself up a little, he pulled her back down. The force was considerable, and she fell back into his arms, her back pressed against his chest, where she could clearly feel his steady heartbeat.
"Zong Heng!" she gritted her teeth.
"Mmm." He responded lazily, placing his hand on her waist, his fingertips gently caressing her, with a hint of teasing.
Xu Ying's ears burned, and she slapped his hand away: "Stop fooling around, I really have to get up."
"Just five minutes." His voice was low, with a hint of coquetry, and his lips brushed gently against the back of her ear.
Xu Ying couldn't stand him like this.
The usually aloof and domineering CEO Zong becomes clingy and shameless around her, just like a large dog, wanting to be with her 24/7.
She sighed, resigned herself to relaxing her body, and let him hold her.
Five minutes later.
Xu Ying nudged his arm: "It's time."
Zong Heng didn't move.
"Zong Heng," she called again.
"..."
"Zong Heng." She said each word slowly, pinching his cheek with her fingers and pulling it outwards.
He finally opened his eyes, his dark eyes filled with dissatisfaction, his brows furrowed, looking annoyed at being woken up.
Xu Ying wasn't bothered by his expression. She reached out and ruffled his hair, deliberately saying, "President Zong, if you don't get up soon, your schedule for today will be completely messed up."
He stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly rolled over and pinned her beneath him.
"What are you doing!" Xu Ying exclaimed.
"Compensation." He lowered his head, his nose brushing against hers, his voice deep, "You woke me up, so you have to take responsibility."
"It was clearly you—"
Before she could finish speaking, his lips were already on hers.
The kiss was deep and intense, carrying the languor and desire of early morning. His hands cupped the back of her head, his fingertips threading through her hair, making her breath catch in her throat.
Xu Ying tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed it above her head.
“Zong Heng…” her voice was soft.
He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his voice husky: "Before I had a wife, I would get up on time every day."
"And now?" she glared at him.
"Now?" He raised an eyebrow, his fingers gently tracing her collarbone. "Now you have a wife, you should cherish her."
After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her again.
When Xu Ying finally broke free from his "clutches" and rushed into the bathroom, she was already half an hour later than planned.
She had just squeezed out the toothpaste when the bathroom door was pushed open.
Zong Heng leaned lazily against the door frame, wearing only a pair of pajama pants. His abs were clearly defined, his hair was slightly messy, and he looked completely satisfied.
"What are you doing here?" Xu Ying asked, her mouth full of foam, her words muffled.
"Brush your teeth." He walked over confidently and casually picked up her cup to get some water.
Xu Ying moved aside, but he insisted on standing close to her, his arm brushing against her shoulder, his body heat seeping through her thin pajamas, making his presence very noticeable.
"Could you go to the guest bathroom?" she asked helplessly.
"No," he mumbled, toothbrush still in his mouth.
Xu Ying rolled her eyes and quickly rinsed her mouth. As soon as she put down the cup, he reached out and grabbed her waist, turning her around to face him.
"What?" she asked, looking at him warily.
Zong Heng didn't speak, but lowered his head and leaned closer, his nose almost touching hers.
Xu Ying instinctively leaned back, but he grabbed her lower back and she couldn't move.
"You've got toothpaste foam on your face," he chuckled, gently wiping her lips with his thumb.
Xu Ying slapped his hand away and turned to get the face wash. As soon as she squeezed out the foam, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Zong Heng!" she gritted her teeth.
"Hmm?" He looked at her innocently in the mirror.
How am I supposed to wash my face like this?
"Shall I help you?" He raised an eyebrow, making a gesture to take the face wash from her hand.
Xu Ying took a deep breath, bent down, and splashed water on him.
Zong Heng nimbly dodged, water droplets splashing onto his chest and sliding down his muscle lines. He glanced down at her, then looked up at her, his dark eyes filled with amusement: "Designer Xu, already acting like a hooligan this early in the morning?"
"Who's being a pervert!" Her ears burned, and she reached out to push him away. "Get out!"
He seized her wrist and gently pulled her into his arms.
"Give me a kiss, and I'll leave," he coaxed softly.
Xu Ying glared at him: "Wasn't your kiss enough just now?"
“Not enough,” he said matter-of-factly.
Finally, Xu Ying tiptoed and quickly touched his lips.
Zong Heng was clearly not satisfied, so he held the back of her head and deepened the kiss until she was panting before letting go.
"Alright, go change your clothes." He ruffled her hair and finally took pity on her and let her go.
Just as Xu Ying put on her shirt, the door to the walk-in closet was pushed open.
Zong Heng had already changed into a suit, his shirt buttoned up to the top, and his tie was still on. He looked ascetic and noble—if one ignored the mischievous smile in his eyes.
"What now?" Xu Ying asked warily as she buttoned her clothes.
"I'll help you pick out a dress." He walked to the wardrobe and looked through it with an air of importance.
"I can choose for myself."
“The black one you wore last time was too tight around the waist,” he frowned.
Xu Ying was taken aback, then realized what she meant: "How did you know?"
"I felt it when I was holding you." He said without changing his expression.
Finally, Zong Heng forced her to choose a high-waisted A-line skirt, claiming it would "make her legs look longer."
Xu Ying was too lazy to argue with him. Just as she was about to take it, he reached out and helped her put it on, his fingers lightly brushing against her waist, making her dodge away from the ticklish feeling.
"Don't move," he warned in a low voice.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" she glared at him.
Zong Heng smiled and suddenly whispered something in her ear. Xu Ying blushed instantly to the roots of her ears and stepped on him.
He laughed and dodged aside, handing her a tie as he did so: "Help me tie it."
"My own department."
"No," he said, resorting to shamelessness.
Xu Ying rolled her eyes, took the tie, and stood on tiptoe to tie it for him.
Zong Heng looked down at her, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
"What are you looking at?" She noticed his gaze.
"Look at my wife," he chuckled. "She's beautiful."
Xu Ying's hand trembled, and she almost strangled him to death.
After finally getting ready, Xu Ying picked up her bag and walked towards the door, with Zong Heng following behind her, holding the car keys.
"I'll drive myself today." She reached for her keys.
He raised his arm, refusing to give it to her: "I'll take you."
"Not on the way."
"Take a detour."
Xu Ying gave up struggling and let him lead her out the door.
In the elevator, he suddenly squeezed her fingers: "What time do you get off work tonight?"
"Uncertain, I might have to work overtime."
"I've come to pick you up."
"No need, I can do it myself—"
"Xu Ying," he interrupted her, his dark eyes fixed on her, "I want to pick you up."
Xu Ying's heart skipped a beat, and she nodded with pursed lips.
The elevator doors opened, and he suddenly pulled her close, giving her a light kiss on the lips: "See you tonight."
See you tonight.
Watching his retreating figure, Xu Ying touched her burning ears and couldn't help but laugh.
—This clingy, large dog is just impossible to deal with.
——
Xu Ying stood in front of the projector, her fingertips lightly tapping the stylus, and the slideshow switched to the next one—design sketches of the new season's main products. She turned slightly to the side, smoothly explaining the source of inspiration and fabric selection, her voice clear and professional.
“The neckline features an asymmetrical cut, paired with hand embroidery, creating an overall style that is both retro and modern.” She pointed to a magnified detail on the screen. “This collection targets urban women aged 25-35, emphasizing a balance between independence and femininity.”
The designers in the conference room were taking notes attentively, occasionally discussing in hushed tones. Just then, there was a gentle knock on the glass door.
All eyes turned to the doorway.
Xu Ying's assistant, Xiao Lin, leaned in halfway, her expression subtle: "Director Xu, um... President Zong is here."
The air froze instantly.
Xu Ying paused, her brows furrowing slightly: "Where is he?"
"We're at the elevator, almost there," Kobayashi said in a low voice. "He said there was no need for a special welcome, but..."
But everyone knows that Zong Heng is never someone who "doesn't need to be specially greeted".
Xu Ying took a deep breath and tried her best to maintain a professional smile: "Okay, I understand. Let's continue the meeting."
However, less than ten seconds later, the conference room door was pushed open.
Zong Heng, dressed in a sharp black suit with a perfectly tied tie, stood at the door with one hand in his pocket. His gaze swept casually across the conference room, finally settling on Xu Ying, and a barely perceptible smile played on his lips.
"Sorry to bother you." He said calmly, as if he had just happened to be passing by.
The meeting room was completely silent; several young designers even sat up straight instinctively.
Xu Ying tried hard to control her expression: "President Zong, is there something you need?"
"It's nothing." He stepped in, his leather shoes making almost no sound on the carpet, yet inexplicably causing everyone to hold their breath. "I just happened to be at your company to discuss a collaboration. I heard you were in a meeting, so I came to check on you."
He walked to the empty seat next to Xu Ying, sat down calmly, crossed his long legs, and tapped his fingers lightly on his knees twice: "Don't worry about me, you guys continue."
Xu Ying: "..."
Everyone: "..."
An eerie silence filled the air.
Xu Ying coughed lightly, forcibly steer the conversation back to the main topic: "Okay, let's continue. Regarding the embroidery technique, the factory's feedback is that..."
Her voice remained steady, but she couldn't help glancing at Zong Heng out of the corner of her eye. He leaned back in his chair, his expression indifferent, but his gaze remained fixed on her, as if she were the only thing worth looking at in the entire conference room.
Designer Xiao Li nervously raised his hand: "Director Xu, could the design of this cuff be simplified a bit more?"
Just as Xu Ying was about to answer, Zong Heng suddenly spoke up: "No need to change it."
Everyone turned to look at him.
He tapped the cuff details on the screen with his fingertip: "This design is very special; changing it would make it mediocre."
Xiao Li stammered instantly, "Yes, yes, President Zong is right..."
Xu Ying's temples throbbed, and she lowered her voice: "Zong Heng, this is an internal meeting of our design department."
He raised an eyebrow and lowered his voice as well: "I'm just making a suggestion."
"You even know about women's clothing design?"
"I don't understand," he said frankly, "but I do know what's beautiful."
Xu Ying: "..."
The meeting continued with difficulty, but the atmosphere was noticeably tense. The designers became cautious in their remarks, and some even secretly deleted the comments they originally intended to make.
When discussing model selection, colleagues from the marketing department pulled up a set of photos of potential models. One of the male models was tall with deep-set features and had walked the runway for several international brands.
Xiao Zhang from the marketing department excitedly said, "Tom is very popular. If we can get him to be our spokesperson, it will definitely increase brand awareness!"
Xu Ying carefully examined the photo and nodded: "It really suits our style. We can contact them and see."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zong Heng suddenly tapped his finger on the table. The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, but it instantly silenced everyone.
He stared at the male model on the screen and slowly said, "Change it."
Xiao Zhang was taken aback: "President Zong, this is a top model in the industry. We would have a hard time finding someone more suitable than him..."
"I said, change it." Zong Heng's tone remained calm, but his eyes had turned cold.
The temperature in the conference room dropped sharply.
Xu Ying, unable to bear it any longer, slammed her laptop shut: "Ten-minute break!"
Xu Ying grabbed Zong Heng's wrist and pulled him all the way to the rest area at the end of the corridor.
"What exactly do you want?" she asked in a low voice, gritting her teeth.
Zong Heng leaned against the wall, looking completely innocent: "Just passing by."
"Just passing by? You, the CEO of a tech company, just passing by the women's clothing design department?"
"Can't we do cross-industry collaborations?"
Xu Ying took a deep breath: "Then why are you interfering with our model selection?"
He narrowed his eyes: "That male model, the way he's looking at you is weird."
"What?"
"In the third photo, the way he's staring at the camera looks like he's seducing someone," Zong Heng scoffed. "This kind of person doesn't fit your brand image."
Xu Ying almost laughed in exasperation: "Zong Heng, are you jealous of a model?"
"I didn't." He turned his face away, but his ears turned slightly red.
Xu Ying suddenly found it amusing and reached out to tug at his tie: "President Zong, do you know how much you look like right now..."
"Like what?"
"Like a large dog that guards its food."
Zong Heng's eyes darkened, and he suddenly grabbed her waist, pressing her against the wall: "Do you want to try what it feels like to be bitten by a dog?"
His breath was so close, Xu Ying's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly pushed him away: "Stop it! This is the company!"
"So you can just go home?" he chuckled.
Xu Ying blushed and glared at him: "You...you go back first, I'll talk to you after my meeting."
Zong Heng stared at her for a few seconds before finally giving in: "What time do you get off work?"
Six o'clock.
I'll pick you up at 5:50.
"Too early!"
"4:50."
"Zong Heng!"
He chuckled and kissed her forehead: "Just kidding. It's six o'clock sharp, don't even think about running away."
When Xu Ying returned to the conference room, everyone looked at her with eyes full of gossip.
Xiao Lin leaned closer and whispered, "Director Xu, is President Zong... pursuing you?"
Xu Ying's ears burned, and she said, "Yes, that's my husband."
But after the meeting, she turned on her phone and found that the company's internal group chat had exploded.
[Shocking! President Zong stared at Director Xu in the conference room for a full hour!]
[Someone photographed them slamming against a wall in the hallway! (Blurred photo.jpg)]
I heard that CEO Zong threw the male model's information into the shredder...
Xu Ying sighed, rubbing her forehead, while the culprit was sending a message at that moment:
Meet me at 6 PM in the underground parking garage. If you're late, I'll come upstairs and drag you away.
She looked at the screen and couldn't help but laugh.
——
When Xu Ying came out of the bathroom, drying her wet hair, only a dim bedside lamp was lit in the bedroom. Zong Heng leaned against the headboard, his long fingers tracing the screen of her phone. The cold white light reflected on his sharp features, making him appear particularly gloomy.
She paused, the towel still draped over her shoulder: "You went through my phone?"
Zong Heng didn't look up, his voice low and cold: "Why did this client surnamed Chen send you 'Goodnight'?"
Xu Ying frowned, strode over, and snatched the phone back. The screen displayed an ordinary work message—
[Director Chen]: The design draft has been received. Thank you for your hard work. Good night.
She almost laughed in exasperation: "This is a work group! Besides, they sent 'Goodnight,' not 'I miss you'!"
Zong Heng raised his eyes, his dark eyes filled with displeasure: "He also added a moon."
"Those are the system's default emoticons!"
“I don’t use system emoticons,” he said coldly.
Xu Ying took a deep breath and threw her phone onto the bed: "Zong Heng, are you even being reasonable?"
The air froze for a few seconds.
Zong Heng suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bed. Xu Ying was caught off guard and fell into his arms, water droplets from her wet hair splashing onto his face. He ignored her, rolled over and pinned her down, his knee between her legs, looking down at her: "The way he looked at you was weird."
"who?"
“That guy surnamed Chen.” He rubbed her wrist with his thumb, the pressure a little too strong. “At the party last week, when he handed you a drink, his finger touched you for three seconds.”
Xu Ying's eyes widened: "You even timed this?!"
“And last month,” he continued listing the accusations, “he complimented your dress.”
"That's social etiquette!"
“He’s single.” Zong Heng narrowed his eyes. “32 years old, annual salary of one million, likes intellectual women—I know all of that.”
Xu Ying was utterly speechless, and kicked him: "You investigated my clients?!"
He easily restrained her legs, leaned closer, and breathed on her lips: "Xu Ying, you are my wife."
"So what? I can't have male clients anymore?" She bit her lip in anger. "You weren't like this before!"
"Before I married you," he suddenly lowered his head and bit her lower lip hard until she groaned in pain before letting go. "Now that I've married you, I have to keep a close eye on you."
Xu Ying turned her face away from him, her chest heaving. Zong Heng stared at her reddened earlobes, then suddenly sighed, his fingertip gently brushing against her bitten lip: "Does it hurt?"
"What do you think?" she glared at him.
He was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his head and licked the small tooth mark: "My fault."
This sudden tenderness startled Xu Ying. Before she could react, his kiss landed on her earlobe, traveled down her neck, and finally stopped at her collarbone, where he gave her a light bite.
"Zong Heng!" she nudged his shoulder. "Are you a dog?"
"Hmm." He actually responded, his fingers slipping under the hem of her nightgown. "Your dog."
Xu Ying trembled, her body going weak from the heat of his palms. His kiss returned to her lips, this time incredibly gentle, his tongue tracing the shape of her lips little by little, like a silent attempt to please her.
"Don't be angry..." he mumbled, but his fingers forcefully clenched between hers, their fingers intertwined. "I'll change."
Xu Ying was dizzy from his kisses, barely regaining her senses: "Really?"
"Hmm." He pressed his forehead against hers. "Tomorrow, have the assistant transfer the Chen project to someone else."
"Zong Heng!"
He chuckled softly, then suddenly lifted her by the waist and rolled her over: "Or you can kiss me, and I won't change partners."
Xu Ying blushed and punched him, saying, "You scoundrel!"
"It's only a scoundrel to you." His eyes darkened. "Can you feel it? It misses you."
At two in the morning, Xu Ying lay exhausted against Zong Heng's chest, her fingertips unconsciously tracing circles on his abs. He took her hand and kissed it: "Are you still angry?"
She gave a lazy "humph".
Zong Heng suddenly rolled over and took a velvet box from the bedside table drawer. Xu Ying instantly snapped awake: "Wait, we already have wedding rings—"
“It’s not a ring.” He opened the box, inside was a thin silver chain with a small letter “Z” hanging from it. “My last name, you wear it.”
Xu Ying was stunned.
“Like this…” He bent down to fasten the necklace for her, his breath brushing against the back of her neck, “so that others will know you’re taken.”
She was both amused and exasperated: "Mr. Zong, how old are you this year? Still playing the high school student game?"
"As long as it works." He fastened the necklace, admiring his masterpiece with satisfaction. "I'll wear that backless dress tomorrow."
"Why?"
He ran his fingertips along her back, stopping at her tailbone: "Perfect for showing off the necklace."
Xu Ying suddenly realized that the back design of the dress would completely reveal the necklace with his surname on it.
"You scheming dog!" she kicked him.
Zong Heng smiled and caught her ankle, then pulled her back into his arms: "Woof."
The next morning, Xu Ying deliberately got up an hour early, put on a bright full face of makeup, took out her sexiest bodycon skirt, and paired it with the stiletto heels that Zong Heng hated the most.
Just as she was about to leave, the bedroom door was suddenly flung open. Zong Heng, shirtless, leaned against the doorframe, his eyes still sleepy but radiating murderous intent: "Xu Ying, who are you going to see dressed like this?"
She waved her phone: "Director Chen has arranged morning coffee to discuss project details."
Zong Heng's face instantly darkened. He strode over, picked her up, and threw her back onto the bed: "You did this on purpose."
"I'll learn from you." She proudly twirled the necklace around her neck. "Isn't it already marked as taken? What are you afraid of, Mr. Zong?"
He loosened his tie, gritted his teeth, and pressed down on her: "You're not getting out of bed today."
"Where is the board of directors?"
"put off."
"But Director Chen—"
“Mention him again,” he said, biting her lip, “and I’ll make his company go bankrupt tomorrow.”
Xu Ying smiled and hugged his neck: "Zong Heng."
"Um?"
"You're so sour."
"Yes." He readily admitted, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her clothes. "So you're in charge of neutralizing it."
——
Zong Heng's flight was at eight in the morning, so Xu Ying set her alarm for six to make him a cup of coffee. But when she opened her eyes, the seat next to her was already empty, and there was a slight noise coming from the kitchen.
She rubbed her eyes and walked over, only to find Zong Heng standing in front of the stove frying eggs, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his tie undone, looking every bit the perfect stay-at-home husband.
"Why are you up so early?" she asked, leaning against the doorframe.
He turned to look at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I wanted you to sleep a little longer."
Xu Ying felt a warmth in her heart, walked over and hugged him from behind, pressing her face against his broad back, her voice muffled: "How many days will you be gone this time?"
"Three days." He turned off the stove, turned around, and pulled her into his arms. "What, you can't bear to part with me?"
"Who can't bear to part with me?" she retorted stubbornly, but he grabbed her chin and kissed her.
"Okay, then I won't come back." He teased her on purpose.
Xu Ying glared at him, and Zong Heng chuckled, took out his phone from his pocket, and opened the memo app: "Come on, let's make a deal."
"What?"
"First, you must be home before 10 p.m.
"Second, you are not allowed to dine alone with male clients."
“Third…” he paused, his eyes dangerous, “If you miss me, you have to call me.”
Xu Ying was both amused and exasperated: "President Zong, is this a business trip or an exile for me?"
He pinched her cheek: "Will you say yes or no?"
"promise."
Zong Heng's phone rang as soon as he got off the plane. His assistant handed him some documents, but he didn't even look at them and answered directly, "Hello."
"Mr. Zong, your luggage..." the assistant whispered.
He raised his hand to signal for quiet, and Xu Ying's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Have you arrived?"
"Hmm." A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. "Just landed."
Are you tired?
"Not bad." He paused, then suddenly lowered his voice, "Did you miss me?"
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, then Xu Ying coughed lightly: "Is there someone next to you?"
Zong Heng glanced at his assistant and the business partners who were picking him up at the airport, and said without changing his expression, "No."
assistant:"……"
Xu Ying clearly didn't believe her and hurriedly said, "Let's talk again tonight" before hanging up. Zong Heng stared at the black screen, narrowing his eyes.
The assistant said cautiously, "Mr. Zong, the car is ready."
"Hmm." He put away his phone and suddenly asked, "What's the time difference between Berlin and China?"
Six hours.
Zong Heng nodded, already calculating Xu Ying's sleeping time in his mind.
The afternoon negotiation meeting lasted four hours. The German representatives were meticulous and rigid, even discussing the terms during breaks. Zong Heng maintained a cold expression throughout until his phone vibrated.
He swiped open the screen; it was a message from Xu Ying: [What are you doing?]
Those three simple words instantly melted away the chill between his brows. The German representative was at a crucial point when Zong Heng suddenly stood up: "Ten-minute break."
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. He walked out of the conference room without looking back and dialed Xu Ying's number.
"Hello?" Her voice was tinged with laughter. "Aren't you in a meeting?"
How did you know?
"Lin Xiaoyu said that her husband is the legal counsel for your business partner."
Zong Heng raised an eyebrow: "So you're here to check up on me?"
“Is that not allowed?” she said matter-of-factly. “Someone laid down three rules this morning.”
He chuckled softly, "Alright, check all you want."
There was a floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the corridor, and sunlight streamed in. He leaned against the window, listening to her soft breathing on the other end of the phone, and suddenly felt that this business trip was really a damn waste.
At 11 p.m. Berlin time, Zong Heng made a video call as soon as he returned to the hotel. Xu Ying answered quickly; on the screen, she was wearing pajamas and her hair was half-wet, clearly having just taken a shower.
"Why aren't you asleep so late?" he frowned.
"I've been waiting for you." She dried her hair. "How was your day?"
"Not bad." He loosened his tie, but his gaze remained fixed on her. "What time is it where you are?"
It's five in the morning.
Zong Heng was taken aback: "You stayed up all night?"
Xu Ying said helplessly, "I have a design draft that I need to submit urgently. Anyway, I can't sleep since you're not here."
His face instantly darkened: "Xu Ying."
"what?"
"Now, right now, go to sleep."
She pouted: "Why are you being so fierce..."
“If I find you staying up all night again,” he squinted, “I’ll fly back immediately.”
Xu Ying knew he meant what he said, so she obediently lay down. Zong Heng watched her close her eyes before softening his tone: "Don't hang up your phone, put it next to you."
"You're going to watch me sleep?"
"Um."
She blushed: "Pervert."
The next morning, Xu Ying was awakened by the doorbell. She groggily went to open the door, only to see Zong Heng standing there, dressed in a suit and carrying luggage.
"You...!" Her eyes widened. "Aren't you supposed to be back tomorrow?"
He pulled her into his arms, his voice hoarse: "I can't wait any longer."
Xu Ying smelled the faint airplane cabin scent on him, and her heart melted: "Is the meeting over?"
"It's over early." He lowered his head and kissed her. "I've been going crazy thinking about you."
She laughed and dodged away: "President Zong, what happened to your aloof persona?"
“I threw her into Berlin.” He kicked the door shut and shoved her onto the sofa. “Now all I have is a clingy puppy.”
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