Chu Ningxuan hung up the phone and looked at Song Heng in the driver's seat, "Eric, if it weren't for you taking me to the hospital today, my dad would have given me a real dressing down."
The thought of Old Man Chu glaring at him every day, coupled with his mother and aunt's constant pressure to get married, made him feel numb all over.
"Um."
The man's slender fingers tapped the steering wheel casually, the sunlight streaming through the window illuminating his deep features, exuding an aura of unapproachability.
But who is Chu Ningxuan? The king of shamelessness.
Chu Ningxuan ran into Song Heng as soon as he came out of Yunding. Upon hearing that Song Heng was going to find Lu Jingyan, Chu Ningxuan casually climbed into Song Heng's car.
They talked about the Chu family, then the Lu family, and then about Shi Wan.
Song Heng listened quietly without making any comments.
until.
"Who was that just now?" Song Heng interrupted Chu Ningxuan's rambling.
"Huh? Oh, it's Sister Xiaoyun. She's going to Genting to have dinner with a client and asked if I have time."
"Are you two very familiar?" Song Heng glanced at Chu Ningxuan indifferently.
"With whom?" Chu Ningxuan didn't react.
“With Zhou Yun.” Song Heng seemed to be waiting for his answer.
"Oh! We've known each other since we were little, but she's closer to Ji Chu, well, it's not exactly a matter of being close." Chu Ningxuan shivered; the car interior seemed a bit cold.
"And now?"
Chu Ningxuan reached out and turned up the car's air conditioning a bit. "Now? I heard they broke up. But if you ask me, Ji Chu should go see an ophthalmologist more often. He didn't want a good pearl, but instead chose that fish eye from the Zhou family."
"Right, Song Heng? If it were me, I would definitely choose Xiaoyun. She's beautiful, capable, and has a good personality."
"You and Ji Chu should go see a neurologist."
Chu Ningxuan: ...
"Brother Song Heng, is it you?" Chu Ningxuan wasn't stupid. The strange atmosphere between Song Heng and Zhou Yun on the night Lu Jingyan proposed made it hard not to connect the two of them.
"Go see a neurologist. See if the doctor has any medication to treat delusional thinking. Also, prescribe some medication for Ji Chu's mental disability while you're at it."
Song Heng parked the car by the roadside, glanced at Chu Ningxuan's clear face before getting out, and said, "Drive yourself, I'm leaving."
"Oh, where are you going?"
"I'm mentally sound, I won't go to the hospital with you." Song Heng's tone was somewhat meaningful.
Chu Ningxuan: Although you're a foreigner, you understand Yin and Yang. Although you're Yin and Yang, you're a good person. Leave the car to me and walk yourself.
Just as Chu Ningxuan was immersed in self-pity, a Pagani slowly followed and stopped in front of Song Heng.
"Boss, where to now?"
Song Heng: "Go back to Genting Highlands. Also, check the guest list for Genting Highlands today."
"yes"
The bodyguard responded and turned the car around, heading towards Genting Highlands.
When Zhou Yun arrived at the entrance of Yunding, she saw Song Heng leaning lazily against the car door, an unlit cigarette between his slender fingers.
Today, he had unbuttoned two buttons of his formal British-style shirt, and from the side, one could vaguely see his Adam's apple and collarbone. Coupled with his high eyebrows and nose, even in crowded places, his height and temperament made him stand out.
Zhou Yun swallowed hard, her throat dry. She had to admit that Song Heng was very handsome, and he had a gloomy duke-like air about him—dressed elegantly but undressed like a beast.
However, he was dangerous to her.
Seemingly noticing her gaze, Song Heng looked up in the direction she was coming from.
He tossed the cigarette in his hand into the car, straightened up, and looked at her, a smile spreading across his usually indifferent eyes.
His aloof and ascetic aura vanished the moment he saw her.
The bodyguard in the car couldn't help but shudder when he saw his boss's sinister smile.
Zhou Yun, who was not far away, also shivered at the same time as them; she had just seen something.
The moment she met Song Heng's eyes, she saw his sinister smile. She had already apologized; what more did he want? To pack her up and sell her off to northern M country?
It was just a one-night stand that didn't really happen, is it really necessary to hold a grudge like this now?
Zhou Yun patted her face, trying to appear calm. As she passed Song Heng, she noticed that the two bodyguards in the car were also looking at her.
She started shaking even more violently.
Two black men wearing sunglasses, one of whom had a scar on his face that looked like a centipede, and the other was wearing short sleeves in the dead of winter, with both hands covered in tattoos of figures from Chinese and Western mythology.
Zhou Yun forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "President Song, it's been a long time."
Song Heng said, "Miss Zhou, if I weren't here, I probably wouldn't have seen you for even longer."
Zhou Yun: ...
Are they close?
Zhou Yun gave a forced smile, "Hehe, President Song is so busy, how could someone as insignificant as us dare to bother you?"
Song Heng raised an eyebrow. "Others can't, but you can."
Zhou Yun was about to have a heart attack, and he was still arguing with her about what happened that night?
She leaned closer to Song Heng, "Mr. Song, didn't we clear things up about that night? I won't pursue it, so please don't keep bothering me. I'll go my own way, and you can go yours."
Song Heng narrowed his eyes slightly. "President Zhou, you don't actually think that just because we slept together that night, I'm clinging to you, do you?"
Zhou Yun's brow twitched, and she quickly covered Song Heng's mouth. "Keep your voice down. What do you mean by 'slept together for one night'? I didn't touch you that night, and you didn't touch me either. There's no question of lying."
This person was afraid others wouldn't know that the two of them had spent a night alone together, and wanted to publicize it here.
Song Heng has E-Central Asian ancestry, and his height is considered quite tall in China. Zhou Yun, even in high heels, is about 1.7 meters tall, and she appears even more petite standing next to Song Heng.
With Zhou Yun suddenly covering his mouth just now, she is now practically throwing herself onto him.
Clearly, Zhou Yun was unaware that her and Song Heng's current posture appeared extremely intimate to outsiders.
The woman's delicate fragrance kept stimulating him. Song Heng looked at her meaningfully, "But I also suffered a loss."
Zhou Yun lowered her voice and glared at him, "I'm not at a disadvantage?!"
"But I can't say I'm suffering in silence."
"I'm not?!"
As soon as Zhou Yun finished speaking, a meaningful smile flashed in Song Heng's eyes. "Since Miss Zhou feels she has been taken advantage of, then I should apologize to you."
A distinct smile played on his lips. "Then I'll compensate Miss Zhou with one meal. If one isn't enough, I'll compensate with ten, until you feel you've gotten your money's worth."
Zhou Yun thought for half a second and replied, "No need. Although I'm poor, I don't need your food." Her tone was distant.
"That's true. Miss Zhou is capable and beautiful. So many people want to have dinner with you, you don't need me."
"However... that night was my first time, and it left me with a lot of trauma. There's a Chinese saying that goes, 'The one who tied the knot must untie it.'"
"I'm very confused right now... about that." Song Heng said, his eyes filled with a hint of grievance.
Zhou Yun's attention wasn't on his pitiful look at all, but on the sentence, "I'm very confused about that."
Zhou Yun's eyes widened; he was trying to blackmail her.
"Aren't you men self-taught in that area? You don't lack women, so why would you care about me, the one who solved your problem?"
Song Heng looked at him earnestly and solemnly, "You are my first!"
"Keep your voice down!" Zhou Yun covered his mouth again.
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