The man's touch made Song Anran feel nauseous.
She's already pulled back from the brink, on the verge of exposure at any moment, so she has no time for romantic escapades with Su Ziheng.
“Su Ziheng, I didn’t ask you for help. So I don’t need to repay your kindness.” Song Anran forcefully pushed Su Ziheng away and sat down on the sofa in the apartment.
Su Ziheng stopped bothering her, crossed his arms, and leaned against the wall, looking at her with a half-smile: "You went to all that trouble to find a mute man to be your stand-in and cover for you to go to that design league to challenge Lu Zhiwei, what was it all for? If it was to win, why did you fail?"
Su Ziheng's words were undoubtedly like stabbing Song Anran in the heart.
She was already upset enough after losing so badly.
“She organized the design league herself; it was her home turf. The judges and the audience were all on her side, so it’s not surprising that she beat me,” Song Anran tried to make excuses for her defeat.
That might make her feel better.
Su Ziheng bent down, squatted in front of her, and gently stroked her belly: "Baby, you must not be like your mother in the future. People must learn to face their shortcomings and not deceive themselves."
Song Anran raised her foot and kicked Su Ziheng away: "Get out! My child is not for you to teach. Don't act like you're the child's father."
Su Ziheng stumbled, bracing himself on the carpet with both hands, laughing wildly and unrestrainedly.
He didn't say anything.
It's not too late to let her know who the father is once the child is safely delivered.
Su Ziheng's phone rang; it was his assistant calling.
After finishing the call, Su Ziheng's expression turned serious. "You only participated in a competition, right? Who did you offend? The Lu family, the Shen family, even the police are looking for you. If it weren't for my people covering for you, how would you have managed to hide in Yunzhou?"
Upon hearing this, Song Anran bit her lip and sat on the sofa, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
It's also her fault. She insisted on challenging Lu Zhiwei in the design league because of her competitive nature, even though she knew that Lu Zhiwei was very perceptive and would easily suspect her identity.
She simply wanted to win against Lu Zhiwei; her obsession with winning against her was even deeper than her desire to marry Shen Jinmo.
But hiding like this isn't a solution.
"I'm going out to get a haircut." Song Anran prepared a mask and sunglasses to go out during this sensitive time.
"What time is it? You're still in the mood for a haircut?" Su Ziheng said with a smile.
"You like to look good, do you have a problem with that?" Song Anran glanced at him disdainfully.
Su Ziheng raised his hands in surrender: "Good, good, good. As expected of the woman I've chosen, you are calm and composed in the face of danger. I'll drive you there."
"No need. Do you have any cars in your garage that you don't use often? I can borrow them." Song Anran reached out to him, annoyed.
She knew that Su Ziheng would give her whatever she wanted.
Su Ziheng moved his face closer: "I'm a businessman, I don't do transactions without profit."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Anran lightly pecked his thin lips: "Now, is it okay?"
Su Ziheng, who had just been kissed, looked on with lingering pleasure and wanted to make even more intimate requests.
Song Anran quickly took a few steps back: "Don't push your luck."
Su Ziheng reluctantly withdrew his hand, took a set of keys for a black Mercedes from the drawer and tossed it to her: "Keep a low profile in this car, drive slowly, and remember you're pregnant."
"You seem quite concerned about me, a pregnant woman carrying another man's child, Su Ziheng. Sometimes I admire your magnanimity. If I had your perspective and broad-mindedness, wouldn't I be living a less tiring life?"
After taking the car keys, Song Anran put on a mask and went out.
Su Ziheng escorted her to the elevator, gazing at her long, wavy hair like seaweed, and gently lifted and played with it: "Don't cut it too short, I like your long hair."
"Why do you men all like long hair? Shen Jinmo is the same way. He used to ask Lu Zhiwei to have long hair too."
"Long hair, sexy, especially in bed," Su Ziheng leaned down and whispered in her ear.
Song Anran rolled her eyes at him and quickly entered the elevator.
Su Ziheng went to the company and returned to his apartment in the evening.
Back in the apartment, the living room was dark and the lights were off. The moment he turned on the light, Song Anran sat quietly on the carpet.
Her long, curly hair was perfectly draped over her shoulders.
Su Ziheng slowly walked over. "Didn't you say you were going to get a haircut? Didn't you get one?"
"Well, I couldn't find a satisfactory hairstylist. You're back just in time. Here are your car keys back. I'm heading back to Jiangzhou."
Song Anran handed the car keys on the table to Su Ziheng.
"Why do you suddenly want to go back? What, are you afraid that Shen Jinmo and Lu Zhiwei will make things difficult for you? What did you do to attract these two troublesome people? In Yunzhou, their influence is immense. No one has the ability to fight against them."
"Does President Su mean that even if I seek your protection, you are powerless to help me? Then what am I doing here instead of going back to Jiangzhou? Waiting to die?" Song Anran got up from the ground.
Seeing that she was angry, Su Ziheng quickly opened his arms and hugged her. "That's not what I meant. If it's you, I'll protect you to the end, even if it costs me my life. Don't go back to Jiangzhou, okay? Trust me."
"Relying on a man is a woman's greatest tragedy. You just need to get me back to Jiangzhou safely, and you don't need to worry about anything else."
Song Anran pushed him away, her aloofness undiminished, no matter how hard he tried to please her.
"It's a small thing, I just can't bear to part with you." Su Ziheng held her small hand and drew circles in her palm.
He had a feeling that this time he wanted her to go back to Jiangzhou.
He might never be able to keep her.
"Come on, Mr. Su has no shortage of women." Song Anran picked up her phone and sent a message to her brother, Song Hanzheng, informing him in advance that she was going home and asking him to send someone to pick her up.
Even if Su Ziheng refused to send her back, she was determined to go back.
...
The news that Song Anran had fled back to the Song family in Jiangzhou quickly reached Lu Zhiwei's ears.
Lu Zhiwei didn't waste a moment and immediately packed her things to go to Jiangzhou.
Shen Jinmo had been cooperating with Lu Zhiwei's actions and learned that she was going to Jiangzhou immediately.
The flights to Jiangzhou in the early morning have already ended.
It takes two or three hours to drive there, and driving at night is not safe.
Shen Jinmo sent Lin Jing to negotiate with Lu Zhiwei.
“Ms. Lu, our CEO, Mr. Shen, is waiting for you on the top floor of the Jinye Hotel. He said he can get you to Jiangzhou within an hour.”
Lu Zhiwei prepared to drive there, her car keys clutched in her hand.
One hour is much more appealing than three hours.
The Jinye Hotel was nearby, so it wasn't far for her to get there.
She was curious to see how Shen Jinmo was going to get her to Jiangzhou within an hour. Did he grow wings or something?
Upon reaching the top floor of the hotel, she saw a white helicopter with its propellers whirring, and the wind whipped her hair and skirt around.
Lu Zhiwei walked against the strong wind to the bottom of the cabin elevator and looked up at Shen Jinmo in the cockpit.
He... really did grow "wings".
With the plane soaring through the night sky, he could indeed get her to Jiangzhou within an hour.
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