Chapter 11 No More Heartfelt Words (Added 600 words) My husband and I...
The voice above her head was unhurried, relaxed yet slightly strained, and Song Qingran couldn't ignore it.
She raised her gaze slightly upwards, to about two stories high, and her clear, bright eyes met Cheng Wang's playful, deep gaze.
He stood at the railing, one hand in his trouser pocket, looking down at his handsome features. The dappled golden light softened his features, making him appear less frivolous. A faint smile played at the corners of his eyes and brows, as if brimming with tender affection.
Why is it always so unexpected when I see him?
Someone beside him exclaimed, "Mrs. Cheng is here too! Should we invite her to come and witness the ceremony?"
Cheng Wang looked down at Song Qingran silently, a faint smile on his lips revealing his attitude. The principal and the dean of students understood each other, and the two, along with a school board member, left without making a sound.
"Holy crap, who is this guy? Ahhh! A domineering CEO has come to life! So handsome, so charming!"
The assistant wiped her eyes, admiring the scene while swallowing hard, nervously clutching Song Qingran's sleeve.
"Sister Ran, what a pity! Such a handsome man isn't popular anymore. He has a wife, and she even shares your name, Qing Ran. If it were really you, I could see him more often. He's more pleasing to the eye than my fish..."
"......."
Song Qingran thought to herself, "She is indeed pleasing to the eye, but she has too many tricks up her sleeve and is difficult to tame."
Even if she could hear Cheng Wang's thoughts, she couldn't understand him much. His thoughts were very reserved, and apart from the occasional uncontrollable glimpse of his wickedness, there was very little useful information.
Her thoughts wandered quickly; Song Qingran went through all her memories of being with Cheng Wang, but in reality, less than three minutes had passed.
A gust of wind brushed her eye, and she looked away, wondering whether to pretend she hadn't seen it and continue with her own business, or to wait a month and exchange a few pleasantries with her husband, whom she barely knew, and be polite and perfunctory.
"Sigh, they've left. Oh well, let's go too," the assistant said with some regret.
Song Qingran looked back, but there was no one in the spot. He had already left, and she was still wondering whether to say hello, which made her inexplicably annoyed.
"Let's go." She walked quickly, her long legs taking only a few steps before her assistant couldn't keep up and had to jog. Only when she heard the call did she slow down.
"Mrs. Cheng, please wait a moment." Besides the assistant's voice, there were several men's voices. She turned around and saw three middle-aged men running over, sweating profusely.
Song Qingran recognized the group of people from their work badges, composed herself, took a few steps back, and maintained a polite smile: "Hello, Principal, Director."
"Hello, Mrs. Cheng."
"Why isn't Mrs. Cheng with Mr. Cheng? Our school is holding a sports meet right now. Would you like to come and watch the opening ceremony?"
"You donated two buildings to the school, and all of us faculty, staff, and students are very grateful to you..."
When did she donate the building? Does she have money?
Song Qingran was astonished. "Did Cheng Wang say that?"
"Yes, thank you so much, you two. Would you be so kind as to have a simple meal with me tonight?"
Cheng Wang was just here for an inspection; his promise to donate the building was just empty talk. But a man like him wouldn't make grand pronouncements, the principal thought. He probably just wanted to spend money to win a smile from a beautiful woman.
If he could win a smile from the 'beauty,' the matter could be easily confirmed. The principal was exceptionally warm and hospitable to this 'beauty.'
Song Qingran tried to maintain her smile: "I'll ask him later."
The assistant was completely confused by what she heard, so Song Qingran didn't want to explain for the time being and sent her away to help with casting.
It takes about ten minutes to walk from outside to the rostrum on the playground. The sun was very strong, and the principal found an umbrella somewhere to shade her from the sun. The group chatted casually as they walked.
During their conversation, they learned that Song Qingran had come to the film academy to audition for a role. The group was very impressed and recommended many outstanding students, some of whom had already acted in films and television series that were both well-received and commercially successful.
Song Qingran agreed to the three people's requests to add her on WeChat, thinking that having more connections was a good thing.
Before she even reached the stage, the school leaders who had been seated stood up, smiling to greet her. Cheng Wang leaned back lazily in his seat, his gaze seemingly lingering on her, waiting for her to walk towards him step by step.
Song Qingran was led to Cheng Wang's side. She glanced at him, pursed her lips, and couldn't laugh anymore because she had been laughing too much earlier. She sat down with a little unease, and just as she settled down, something hit her between the legs.
It is a branch of osmanthus blossoms, golden and bright, with a fragrance that fills the nose and makes people feel relaxed and happy.
It was thrown over by Cheng Wang.
A scene flashed through my mind: a man surrounded by a group of leaders, who, as he passed by an osmanthus tree, put aside his important business and picked a branch of osmanthus with his bare hands.
His thinking was unlike that of a normal person, yet it perfectly matched Cheng Wang's style; he was just like that, different from ordinary people.
"Thanks."
She glanced at him, then quickly turned away.
Cheng Wang stared intently at the woman's beautiful curves beside him, his eyes growing increasingly intense.
He pressed his tongue against his cheek, then suddenly reached out and pinched the woman's porcelain-white cheek before quickly putting his hand back in his pocket.
Song Qingran was watching the performance on the playground, deeply engrossed. A slight pain and unfamiliar touch came from her cheek, which made her heart jump like a coin.
Fortunately, she reacted quickly and covered her mouth, preventing herself from screaming.
Looking at the man's nonchalant face and slightly upturned lips, Song Qingran's eyes turned red with anger, and the fur on her body seemed to stand on end. She wished she could bite him in public.
The woman's beautiful eyes widened in anger, the corners of her eyes red and moist, like a ripe cherry, looking delicious. Cheng Wang was in a good mood and praised her generously: "Your clothes suit you very well today, wear them more often."
Today, she was unusually not wearing a cheongsam. Instead, she wore a light gray tracksuit with a high ponytail and a baseball cap, looking lively and authentic. She seemed more like her peers than usual.
Startled by the compliment, Song Qingran glared at him fiercely the next second, her eyes accusing him of his rudeness.
He felt no aggression from her; his eyebrows twitched slightly, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
Song Qingran inexplicably became angry, and the lush green leaves of the osmanthus branch on her leg bore the brunt of her anger, which she plucked clean.
The opening ceremony ended half an hour later.
The principal invited Cheng Wang and Song Qingran to say a few words, but Cheng Wang refused with a wave of his hand. The principal spoke for ten minutes, and then students came up to present flowers. They were a boy and a girl, both of outstanding appearance.
The boy was stunned by Song Qingran for a few seconds, blushed, walked to her side, and was about to hand her the bouquet of flowers.
She raised her hand to take it, but a pair of arms reached out and intercepted it first. Cheng Wang rudely took the bouquet of flowers from the boy and casually threw it on the table.
The boy blushed even more, silently took a few steps back, and returned to a safe position.
A pretty girl nervously approached Cheng Wang, handed him the bouquet, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
A flicker of annoyance crossed Cheng Wang's pupils. He turned his head and gazed meaningfully at his wife's unmoved expression. His deep voice, now somewhat rough, shifted from sunny to cloudy: "Mrs. Cheng, have you forgotten again?"
He didn't say what she had forgotten, but Song Qingran felt a chill run down her spine. She understood the implication in his words. Reluctantly, she got up, opened her arms, and gathered the bouquet of flowers the girl handed her into her bosom, giving a gentle and refreshing smile.
"Thank you, the flowers smell wonderful, my husband and I both love them."
Upon hearing the word "husband," the girl opened her lips, unable to hide her disappointment. Only Cheng Wang tilted his head, gently lifted his right leg, and lazily placed it on his left leg, a gentle smile slowly spreading across his eyes.
"No, you're welcome."
The girl smiled shyly and stepped back with her companion, leaving the stage together.
After the flower presentation ceremony, the sports meet will begin.
Song Qingran had no interest in this. She couldn't sit still, so she lowered her head and said to Cheng Wang, "Young Master Cheng, I have work to do, so I'll be leaving now."
Cheng Wang straightened his clothes and stood up: "Together."
She wanted to refuse, but when she looked up and met the man's indifferent gaze, she silently swallowed her words.
The two of them left their seats, each carrying a bouquet of flowers. Someone tried to follow, but was deterred by a dismissive look from him. He and she walked out of the playground in sync.
Song Qingran didn't know what to say to him, and she was also afraid that he would suddenly ask her what she had thought about. She hugged the flower and took a deep breath, smelling the strong pollen scent, which made her cough several times and her eyes welled up with tears.
A pair of large hands reached out and pulled the bouquet from her arms. Before Song Qingran could react, a blue handkerchief appeared in front of her. She subconsciously took it and covered her nose.
The handkerchief was clean, with a faint scent of pine wood, replacing the pungent pollen, and my chest no longer felt churning.
Song Qingran watched as the man placed both bouquets of flowers on a bench by the roadside. Before the flowers were even placed, they were already coveted by many onlookers.
Cheng Wang's looks are outstanding even in a film academy full of beauties; he's one in a million, and he easily attracts attention as soon as he appears.
Unfortunately, he was already married at a young age.
Where to?
Cheng Wang waved in front of her.
"I'm going to help the director screen new talent," Song Qingran said dismissively, glancing at the bouquet on the bench. Sure enough, it was picked up by someone shortly afterward.
“I’ll take you there,” Cheng Wang said.
Song Qingran didn't say anything, knowing she couldn't refuse, and walked away with her head down.
Fortunately, he didn't tease her anymore, nor did he ask the question that made her anxious. He dropped her off at her destination and then left.
But before leaving, another ripple was stirred in her calm heart.
"Let's have dinner together tonight."
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Song Qingran originally thought that she must have finished work by the time she arrived so late, but she didn't expect there to be a long queue at the door when she arrived.
She went through the back door and asked the assistant what was going on. The assistant's face showed a mixture of joy and confusion.
"I don't know. We're a small production crew with a small budget. The director is a newbie, and we originally didn't have many people. The director who came wasn't satisfied, but we just picked a few backups and were about to leave. But before we could even pack our things, a lot of people came over, saying they wanted to audition..."
Perhaps someone helped her. Was it Cheng Wang? For some reason, the first person she thought of was him.
The phone rang a few times.
The principal sent her a voice message.
[Mrs. Cheng, did you see any children you were satisfied with? Thank you for giving them the opportunity to showcase themselves.]
It turns out the principal did it.
Although it wasn't Cheng Wang who ordered it, it was still thanks to him that the principal did this, actually to curry favor with him.
After learning the truth, Song Qingran didn't dwell on it. She put on a mask and worked with the director to arrange auditions for the actors, keeping her busy all afternoon.
It finally ended at 5 p.m.
She walked to the garage to get her car, and just as her hand touched the door, a car directly in front of her turned on its headlights and honked its horn.
The license plate was familiar; she had almost forgotten Cheng Wang.
She dragged her weary steps to the car, opened the back door, but couldn't open it.
"Sit in the passenger seat."
Song Qingran wanted to avoid him, but since he had already spoken, she didn't hesitate any longer, opened the passenger door, and sat down.
The car started slowly. The garage was dimly lit, and the two remained silent until their vision suddenly cleared and the car smoothly drove onto the wide driveway. Only then did he glance at her.
"What would you like to eat?"
Song Qingran: "Whatever."
Cheng Wang tilted his head and stared into her eyes. She nervously added, "I don't have any dietary restrictions. I eat everything. Watch where you're going."
Her expression showed absolutely no desire to eat, only tension and anger at the fear of losing her life, which was quite cute.
Cheng Wang obediently looked ahead and drove attentively. Sure enough, he heard a faint breath. Suddenly, an idea came to him. He stepped on the gas, the car jolted, and sped forward. The shadows of the trees outside the window became blurry lines.
The woman let out a cry like a kitten, her eyes blazing with fury as she gritted her teeth and fiercely called his name—a cry that sounded so beautiful.
He couldn't resist freeing one hand to pat her head, which felt soft.
He hadn't touched it a few times before it was slapped away. He withdrew his hand, slowed down, and drove the car into a bar. As soon as the car stopped, a waiter came to park it.
Cheng Wang went to the passenger side, opened the car door, and Song Qingran got out of the car. She looked up at the neon lights above her head, her face flushed slightly.
She calmly questioned, "Why did you bring me to a bar? Do you come here often?"
Cheng Wang shook his head. "The first time."
Song Qingran sneered. These words were even more unbelievable than what men say in bed. A wave of disgust rose in her heart. Cheng Wang was just an ordinary man, and his thoughts were no different from those of ordinary men.
What I think in my heart, what I feel in my heart.
Song Qingran's mind went blank for a moment, and then she realized that she hadn't heard a single word of a man's thoughts from morning until now.
An indescribable emotion filled my heart; I didn't know if it was panic or a sense of loss.
A note from the author:
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