Song Qingyou gasped softly, her body's momentum causing her to instinctively hug his arm tightly, wanting to break free from his embrace while also worrying about falling.
Fu Wenzhou put her on the bed, and Song Qingyou picked up the quilt and covered herself with it, her eyes glistening with tears from anger.
Fu Wenzhou saw her alluring lips from the corners of her captivating eyes.
I really want to knead it however I want.
Although he had tasted those lips many times and only remembered them as soft and sweet, how could Song Qingyou be just soft and sweet?
He wanted to learn more.
I want to experience her from head to toe.
Song Qingyou found Fu Wenzhou's gaze a bit frightening, as if he wanted to devour her whole. She frowned and asked, "How did you get my hotel room key?"
It's not surprising that he would know where I'm staying, but can a hotel just give its room key to other people at will?
Song Qingyou was wondering whether she should file a complaint against the hotel tomorrow.
Fu Wenzhou grinned. Of course, he wouldn't tell Song Qingyou that this hotel was under the SY Group.
As the president of SY, he could easily obtain a room key.
“I can pick locks,” he said, half-jokingly.
"You've switched careers to become a thief?" Song Qingyou asked with a surprised expression.
Fu Wenzhou smiled wryly: "What do you think?"
Song Qingyou didn't care what career he changed to; all she wanted right now was to get rid of him: "Aren't you leaving yet?"
Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes, approaching dangerously. His long fingers hooked her chin, and he lowered his voice: "Youyou, I really don't like your scumbag behavior of using and discarding her."
A scumbag woman?
Song Qingyou was speechless.
When did I become a "bad girl"?
She slapped away his fingers that were hooking her chin: "You'd better not like me."
Fu Wenzhou was angered by her heartless words. His eyes darkened and his voice became hoarse: "You're just taking advantage of the fact that I like you."
After saying that, he left without looking back, seemingly genuinely angry.
As Song Qingyou watched the man's tall figure disappear from sight, she pursed her lips slightly, reached out and pulled the blanket over her head, and slowly closed her eyes.
The next day, it was broad daylight.
The plane left a contrail in the sky above Beijing.
Song Qingyou pushed her suitcase out of the airport, where Song Changzhan was waiting for her.
Seeing her come over, he hurried over and took her luggage: "Miss, you're finally back."
Song Qingyou chuckled: "Uncle Chang, I've only been gone for four days."
Song Chang said, "Four days is a long time. In the past, the longest we, master and servant, were separated was only three days."
"This shows there has been progress."
They got into the car chatting and laughing.
Song Qingyou was in a good mood after accomplishing something important on this trip.
Song Chang glanced at the rearview mirror: "The day after tomorrow is Fu Tingshen and Lin Niaoniao's wedding, are you going?"
Song Qingyou rested her chin on her hand and looked out the window: "Lin Niaoniao sent out invitations?"
"How did you know it was Lin Niaoniao?" Song Chang asked in surprise. "She delivered it to you personally early the day before yesterday. She probably wanted to show off in front of you again, just like before, but she didn't expect you to be out."
Song Qingyou's lips curled into a mocking smile: "That's all she's good for."
"Then... are you going?" Song Chang asked tentatively.
Song Qingyou smiled and said, "Of course I'll go."
Seeing her smile, Song Chang couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.
Although I don't know why Miss is suddenly so happy, it's rare to see her smile. I hope that Lin Niaoniao and Fu Tingshen's marriage hasn't affected her.
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Fu Tingshen and Lin Niaoniao's wedding was a sensation. On the day of their wedding, it quickly rose to the top of Weibo's trending topics and short video searches.
The Fu family invited celebrities from all walks of life to the wedding, and countless media reporters were invited. Many media outlets even set up cameras to broadcast the grand and luxurious wedding, which brought together the elites of Beijing.
The overall scene didn't look like a wedding; it resembled a large commercial banquet.
But Lin Niaoniao didn't care about any of that; the more important people came, the more her vanity was satisfied.
She was wearing exquisite makeup and an expensive wedding dress, standing in her upstairs room, looking down at the people coming and going through the one-way glass, a smug smile on her face.
She heard footsteps behind her, but didn't turn around.
A young man dressed in the uniform of a servant from the Fu family walked over, stopped behind her, and whispered, "Sister Lin, everything is arranged. But are you sure Song Qingyou will come?"
The reflection of the man beside her was in the glass. Lin Niaoniao glanced at him, feeling quite smug.
This was someone she had placed in the Fu family. Although Fu Tingshen's parents didn't say anything on the surface, she knew that they still looked down on her background deep down.
Therefore, if she wants to gain a firm foothold in the Fu family, Fu Tingshen's favor alone is far from enough. She needs to cultivate her own confidants so that it will be more convenient for her to speak and act in the future.
She stroked her lower abdomen and said confidently, "She will definitely come."
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Qingyou appeared at the entrance.
Today, she wore a moon-white cheongsam with two layers of pearl necklaces over the stand-up collar. Suddenly appearing in a crowd of people dressed in various gorgeous dresses, she was like a snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains amidst a profusion of flowers.
She possesses a cool and aloof demeanor.
Undoubtedly, Song Qingyou is beautiful.
It's not just the kind of beauty that creates an atmosphere; it's the kind of beauty that's flawless from every angle.
Her appearance immediately attracted the attention of many people.
Lin Niaoniao stared coldly at Song Qingyou, who was surrounded by a crowd below, her jealousy barely concealed.
It's because Song Qingyou's surname is Song and she is the eldest daughter of the Song family that even though she is not favored in the Song family, everyone will still fawn over her because of her status as a member of the Song family.
The young man behind her looked at Song Qingyou with a lewd glint in his eyes and whispered, "Song Qingyou really dares to come."
Lin Niaoniao gritted her teeth, then thought of something, "Let's go and say hello to her, after all, she's my husband's ex-wife."
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