Chapter 49 Then why are you blushing?
"Heh, Attorney Song, stop being so narcissistic. Look at you, all naked in front of me, and I have absolutely no interest in you. I've said it before, I'll never sleep with you again in this lifetime, no matter who else I sleep with."
I'm not like those women who want to sleep with you the moment they see you.
While satisfying him by massaging his shoulders, Nanxia calmly kept him in annoyed.
Song Yanzhi felt a sudden chill run through him as the veins on the back of his hand throbbed involuntarily. He slowly opened his eyes, turned his head, and scanned her up and down.
"Then why are you blushing?"
"Of course it's from the heat."
The bathroom was indeed filled with heat, making one feel weak all over. She glanced at him unconsciously and chuckled softly.
"But what's causing Attorney Song's strong reaction?"
"Since Attorney Nan is so eager to know, then I'll tell you..." Song Yanzhi's cold words trailed off as he grabbed her hand and pulled it forcefully—
"Bang...!!!" Water splashed everywhere, overflowing the bathtub.
Without warning, Nan Xia suddenly fell headfirst into the bathtub. Because she was standing behind him, her head hit the space between his legs.
She choked on several mouthfuls of water, and angrily straightened up, soaked from head to toe, looking like a drowned rat.
She glanced down, her face as red as a ripe tomato, then turned and raised her hand at him.
"Song Yanzhi!"
Before she could even hit him, the man grabbed her wrist and pulled her face down against his chest—
Before he could finish saying "you owe me...", he suddenly silenced her with a forceful kiss.
He lingered and caressed her, his tongue eagerly probing inside, stealing her breath.
It was as if she wanted to vent all the anger she had just felt.
I will never sleep with him in my life?
Yeah?
Nanxia pounded her fists on his chest, but the man remained unmoved, his embrace as if trying to meld her into his own body.
“Song Yanzhi…”
She felt uncomfortable from the man's forceful kiss, and in the next instant, his black suit skirt was lifted up and torn apart by his large hand.
With a "rip..." sound, the underwear tore.
Nan Xia's eyes widened immediately. Was he serious?
Frowning, a conditioned reflex of resistance—
He broke up with me just like that back then, and now he sleeps with me whenever he wants. Who does he think he is?
Are they call girls who come when called and leave when dismissed?
Nan Xia was still angry when a loud 'bang!' suddenly came from outside, startling both of them in the bathtub. Song Yanzhi released her.
Could it be that the pot she was cooking exploded?
"I'll deal with you later..."
Nanxia angrily got off him, climbed out of the bathtub, still wet, and went into the shower to take off her wet clothes.
I used a towel to dry the water off my body.
She wrapped herself in a bath towel and was about to leave when Song Yanzhi looked at her, still calmly saying without changing his expression.
"It's already exploded, don't bother cleaning it up, just come over and continue pressing it for me later."
"Smack—" Nan Xia couldn't help but slap him on the shoulder. "You wish! You're so lively and energetic, go wash yourself!"
She snorted and walked out. Damn it, his muscles are too muscular; it hurts my hand to hit him.
"Give me your phone, I'll call someone to come and clean it up."
Song Yanzhi didn't believe she was capable of doing housework. Even if she wasn't in the bathroom, the pot would still explode.
She didn't even look at how much stuff she put in there.
They never adjust the heat.
Nanxia went out for a walk and looked at the food and soup all over the kitchen and floor. A row of black lines appeared on her forehead. It looked quite disgusting and scary.
I definitely can't clean it myself.
She went to check on Zhizhi, who was hiding in the doghouse. It looked terrified, but thankfully it hadn't been hit by the explosion.
I immediately took his phone to the bathroom.
"Hurry up and call someone to clean it up. It's all your fault. If you hadn't called me to the bathroom, the pot wouldn't have exploded."
Song Yanzhi took the phone, glanced at her coldly, and said, "You should thank me for saving you again. Let's see if you get blown up."
"Who told you to ask me to cook?" Nan Xia muttered.
"Oh, by the way, ask that person to bring me some clothes. I should head back now."
“I’m hungry. The maid will have to clean the kitchen and cook dinner when she comes, so I won’t have time to buy you clothes. You can stay here tonight.” He said, his head resting on the edge of the bathtub, his eyes slightly closed.
“…” Nan Xia frowned, not wanting to stay at his place any longer.
“Don’t just stand there, come over and continue washing me,” he said again.
Nan Xia ignored him, turned around and walked out. She looked in his wardrobe, then casually took out a pair of black trousers and a white shirt. She had a slim waist, but the belt didn't fall off when she tied it.
The pant legs were rolled up several times.
She rolled up the sleeves of her white shirt several times, but luckily she wasn't short, so she could manage to pull it off. After putting it on, she went to the bathroom door and said goodbye to him.
"I'm going back."
She left after she finished speaking, taking his car keys with her. She wasn't wearing a bra, so it wouldn't be safe for her to take a taxi like that.
Lying in the bathtub, Song Yanzhi turned his head to look at the doorway, his brows furrowing slightly.
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The following morning, at the coffee shop.
Nanxia called and arranged for a money-grubbing former colleague to come here.
"If you help me get the phone numbers of all of Ruifa Liancheng's major clients, I'll give you a commission of 100,000 yuan for every one I sign a contract with, how about it?" she said to her former colleague.
"One hundred thousand?!" He was surprised; this was more worthwhile than going to court himself.
"Um."
“This is a risky thing to do, you need to add a little more,” he said.
"You're just giving me the other party's phone number. No need to use your brain or go to court. If you're still greedy, then forget it," Nan Xia said with a sneer, taking a sip of her coffee.
“…Okay, deal!” He immediately agreed.
Nan Xia curled her lips into a smile. She wanted to get revenge on Qin Hao, not by beating him up, but by bankrupting his law firm.
Ringing——
Her phone suddenly rang. She took it out and glanced at the number; it was an unfamiliar number. She answered, and a familiar older man's voice came through:
"Attorney Nan, this is Shen Shaohui."
"Hello, Mr. Shen, what's up?" Her tone was slightly raised, with a hint of aloofness, unlike Zhou Yuanming, who was humble and ingratiating in front of him.
Now it's him begging me, not me begging him.
"I heard from Director Zhou that you want 100 million for this lawsuit?" he asked, leaning back in his boss's chair, adopting the air of someone in a superior position.
"Yes." She replied with just one word, then took out two hundred yuan from her bag, placed it on the table, glanced at her colleague, and got up to leave.
"Half, or I'll go find Attorney Song. He's the one who won two of your cases."
Shen Shaohui said to her in a deep voice, "My money doesn't grow on trees, how can I just give her such a high price?"
"Of course, Mr. Shen has the right to choose freely. I'm driving, so I'll hang up now." She hung up the phone without giving him any face.
Looking for Song Yanzhi? Sure, she wouldn't stop Song Yanzhi from winning other lawsuits, but with Ruifeng's case, she would stop at nothing to make him lose.
Shen Shaohui stared at the disconnected phone, his eyes deep and thoughtful... This Nan Xia is quite arrogant!
He first called his assistant to inquire about Song Yanzhi's whereabouts, then got up and went to the conference room.
It was almost 10 a.m., and Song Yanzhi frowned as he looked at the empty seat opposite him.
He picked up his phone, about to call Nan Xia, when the door suddenly opened.
"Clang—"
I thought it was that woman who had finally arrived, but it turned out to be Shen Shaohui.
"Is there something you need, Mr. Shen?" he asked.
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