Chapter 106 Couples in Love
She never dared to think too much, much less believe too much.
Human hearts are too complicated, and emotions are too dangerous.
She preferred to uphold that simple agreement rather than cross those ambiguous boundaries.
"But he even put on an apron!"
Jiang Mengxi was on the verge of collapse, her voice trembling slightly.
"Did you see that? That's the eldest young master of the Sheng family! That Sheng Tingzhou, whom even the servants don't dare to raise their voices to! He's actually washing vegetables himself? Busying around in the kitchen? And he's so skilled at it?"
She felt like she was filming some kind of time-travel drama, the plot of which was so absurd that she couldn't breathe.
What's the difference between this and Jiang Zhenlan suddenly kneeling down before her and calling her "Father"?
"But he needs to eat too."
Song Zhiwei responded softly, her tone calm.
She was indeed startled at first; her heart skipped a beat when she saw Sheng Tingzhou walk into the kitchen.
But then I thought, he's not a god, he doesn't have long arms and legs.
A living person, of course, needs to eat when hungry and wash when dirty.
Being able to cook and clean is just the most normal thing, isn't it?
"Alright."
Jiang Mengxi was completely convinced.
Is her friend made of iron?
Why do you always seem so unguarded in front of Sheng Tingzhou?
The other party clearly appeared cold, arrogant, and imposing.
But when he faced Song Zhiwei, his gaze became subtly fixed on her.
She really couldn't understand the interaction between the two of them anymore.
An hour later, the soup in the pot was bubbling away.
The rich aroma slowly rose with the heat.
Song Zhiwei walked over, bent down and approached the pot, her nose twitching slightly as she inhaled the aroma.
She picked up a small spoon, sprinkled some salt, her movements delicate and natural.
Then, she scooped up a spoonful of the scalding soup, blew on it gently a few times until the heat dissipated a little, and then carefully took a sip.
Mmm, the flavor is just right, perfectly seasoned, and incredibly delicious.
Sheng Tingzhou had somehow appeared behind her, his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed intently on her profile.
"I'd like a sip too."
She paused slightly, then subconsciously glanced back at him.
He then turned around and went to the cupboard to find another clean spoon.
"Let me get you a new spoon."
He suddenly reached out and gently placed his long, slender fingers on her wrist.
"This one will do."
She paused for two seconds, a slight blush rising to her cheeks.
"I just used it...it's not very hygienic."
He chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"We've already shared a drink together, why are you being so picky?"
Song Zhiwei: "..."
She was speechless for a moment, her head buzzing as if she had been struck by lightning.
Is this person's face made of reinforced concrete?
She couldn't find the words to refute him for a moment.
On the sofa, Jiang Mengxi was nestled in a cushion, scrolling through her phone.
Suddenly, I heard a conversation coming from the kitchen. My hand trembled, and I almost dropped my phone.
"???"
Her eyes widened, almost touching the screen.
Is her VIP access expired?
How come there's such a hidden plot?
She only came to visit a friend and make sure she got some rest, but she ended up accidentally stumbling into a live broadcast of a dramatic love story.
She had long sensed that Sheng Tingzhou's gaze towards Song Zhiwei was strange.
That's not how bosses look at their employees.
It's clearly like a cat eyeing a mouse, its eyes gleaming with predatory intent, yet it doesn't pounce immediately, instead patiently approaching little by little.
This is hardly a superior-subordinate relationship.
This is clearly ambiguity at its peak, just waiting for a clear statement.
Jiang Mengxi made a firm judgment in her heart.
Song Zhiwei's face flushed, and the tips of her ears turned slightly red.
She took a half step back, her fingers tightly gripping the spoon smeared with her lipstick mark, and hesitantly raised it.
"Then...then you take it."
Sheng Tingzhou didn't take it, but instead looked up at her, his eyes sparkling with a smile.
"You feed me."
Her pupils contracted, and she seemed frozen in place, her eyes widening.
What did you say?
He frowned slightly, and his tone became more serious.
"When you had a fever, I fed you water sip by sip. Is it so hard for you to drink by yourself now?"
But that was then, and now is now!
Her mind was in complete chaos, her thoughts churning, and her face flushed so red it looked like it was about to bleed.
Jiang Mengxi, sitting on the sofa, had her mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg, and had long forgotten to take her phone with her.
He froze like a statue.
She could hardly believe her ears.
Is this the Sheng Tingzhou she knows?
That man who usually has a cold face and keeps people at arm's length, who thinks it's a waste of time to even say an extra word?
There's definitely something fishy going on between these two!
Jiang Mengxi roared inwardly, her nails digging into her palms without her noticing.
"Taking care of employees" and "delivering medicine along the way" are all excuses!
This is clearly a blatant attempt to spread sweetness under the guise of caring!
Song Zhiwei's ears burned, and she squeezed out a few words, barely audible through her teeth.
"Could you...can you be a little more discreet?" My friend is still there!
If Jiang Mengxi heard this, she'd probably make fun of her later.
This is way too...too ambiguous!
She didn't even dare to think about it.
Sheng Tingzhou's gaze slowly swept over her reddened neck, lingered for a moment, and then he suddenly leaned forward, getting closer to her.
His height already gave him an advantage.
With that slight lowering of their heads, the distance between them instantly shrank to an extreme.
His lips almost touched the tip of her ear.
"If you don't tell the truth, do you want me to lie to you?"
In that instant, a warm breath brushed against my skin.
She felt as if she had been electrocuted; her whole body trembled, and the hairs on her body stood on end.
She jumped back two steps in a panic, her hand trembling, and in her haste, she shoved the spoon into his hand.
She didn't even dare to look at him again, and turned away.
"You...you drink it yourself."
After saying that, she turned around and rushed into the living room without looking back.
Sheng Tingzhou looked down at the spoon in his hand, which still carried her body heat, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.
On the sofa, Jiang Mengxi grabbed her arm, which she had only been sitting for less than three seconds, and dragged her directly towards the bedroom.
The door slammed shut and locked behind me.
He then lowered his voice and widened his eyes.
"Zhiwei! Tell me honestly, what exactly is your relationship with Sheng Tingzhou?"
She stared intently at Song Zhiwei's face, speaking each word clearly and decisively.
"Don't tell me it's nothing! I'd be a fool to believe you!"
Who wouldn't think that scene just now looked like a young couple deeply in love?
"That's not true at all!"
Song Zhiwei lowered her voice guiltily, her tone tinged with panic.
"We... are just boss and employee."
Strangely, even when facing her most trusted friend Jiang Mengxi, she was unwilling to mention Sheng Tingzhou at all.
It wasn't a deliberate attempt to hide anything, nor was it because of something to hide; rather, it was an inexplicable instinct.
“But you just said,” Jiang Mengxi frowned, her tone full of suspicion, “that he personally fed you water that night? Would a boss do something like that? Do you think he’s a nanny or a personal assistant?”
Song Zhiwei sat on the edge of the bed, her hands unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.
She lowered her head, staring at the crack in the floor, and remained silent for a long time.
After a long pause, hesitantly began to recount the events of that snowy night, bit by bit.
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