Chapter 09 Chapter 9
Song Lingxi completely paralyzed in Zong Xuecheng's arms, his heart pounding rapidly, yet he unconsciously wanted to stay close to Zong Xuecheng, and he groped for his neck with his hands.
"Are you seducing me?"
Song Lingxi heard Zong Xuecheng's low voice vibrating in his chest. His tone was ambiguous, as if he was disdainful and wanted to stay away, but also as if he was trying his best to endure it.
As if he hated being seduced by such a vulgar person as her, he said with some hatred: "You know your own advantages."
Zong Xuecheng lifted up Song Lingxi's delicate little face. In the dark shadows, the wind blew the curtains, and the dim light flashed across the faces of the two people. The one in a higher position looked down on the one in a lower position.
"Aren't you very arrogant? You wanted to stay away from me when you were in the car. What? You knew what to do after just one banquet?"
Song Lingxi's mind was confused and clear at the same time. After he understood what Zong Xuecheng said, he was speechless and amused. Seducing him?
Did he selectively forget who pulled her through the curtain?
And it's been several hours, why is this person still brooding over what happened in the car?
Zong Xuecheng could not hear Song Lingxi's complaints. He gently stroked Song Lingxi's cheek and leaned down mercifully. Before the distance between them disappeared, he said the most ruthless words in a warning tone, "Don't dream of things that don't belong to you. I will make your life worry-free."
The blazing fire suddenly started without warning, the flames made a crackling sound, and the sparks stretched and hung down.
It was as if the cold words before were just a bubble.
Song Lingxi rolled her eyes secretly. She now understood that the drink was not only mixed with drugs, but also had an aphrodisiac effect. Fortunately, she only drank one sip, otherwise her heart might not be able to bear it.
However, Zong Xuecheng...
What a strange and contradictory person, with an icy breath, a cold heart, and a hot body.
A life without worries is not anyone's oath, but like an interesting curse.
She will die soon.
"Okay."
Unexpectedly, Song Lingxi did not refute Zong Xuecheng, but agreed to his request obediently, and even accepted his misunderstanding of her.
Cooperating with Zong Xuecheng, he played the role of the ruthless Master Jin, who was lecturing the restless canary.
At a certain moment, she felt a slight sympathy for Zong Xuecheng, but the next second she thought that she should sympathize with herself first.
In this dark and deserted corner, Zong Xuecheng untied the man in the trap and ate Song Lingxi like a beast disemboweling its prey.
The prey is powerless to resist and can only go with the flow.
After the kiss, Song Lingxi was picked up by Zong Xuecheng and walked away from the curtain, from the darkness into the light. The daylight was a little dazzling, and she felt a little uncomfortable, so she hid in Zong Xuecheng's arms to avoid the light.
It seemed like a long time had passed, and they walked a long way in this maze-like house. Zong Xuecheng was still holding him steadily, walking at a steady pace.
Song Lingxi breathed softly and secretly unbuttoned her clothes to relieve the heat, but she didn't expect to be caught by Zong Xuecheng.
"There's no need to be so urgent." Zong Xuecheng held down Song Lingxi's hand as she unbuttoned her clothes, walked to a door and turned the doorknob.
The following night was a very chaotic one for Song Lingxi. She only remembered that the moment her body touched the soft bed surface, she was covered and controlled by a tall figure the next moment.
From then on, her body no longer belonged to her.
…
Early in the morning, Secretary Qian waited quietly and patiently at the door of the boss's office.
Until the door of the room was gently pushed open, Secretary Qian looked up. He was shocked at what he saw. On his usually expressionless face, a look of satisfaction after love affair appeared for the first time.
Secretary Qian hurriedly lowered his eyes, not daring to look again, and hurried to report the business.
"Boss, something happened at home last night. Miss Wang Ruowei was locked in the bathroom. She said..."
At this point, Secretary Qian secretly glanced at Zong Xuecheng, "She said it was Miss Song who did it, and she was yelling that Miss Song would pay the price."
"Really?" Zong Xuecheng said noncommittally, then glanced at Secretary Qian, as if asking if you need to be so surprised by such a thing?
Secretary Qian was so overwhelmed by the boss's gaze that he couldn't help swallowing his saliva and quickly explained, "Ms. Wang... um..."
He didn't know how to start. This matter was funny in its absurdity, malicious in its funnyness, and absurd in its maliciousness.
Thinking of the bizarre scene of Miss Wang covered in shit and running around trying to smear the shit on the person who saved her, Secretary Qian's sense of smell automatically recalled that indescribable smell.
yue~
At that moment, Secretary Qian truly felt that the upper society he had tried so hard to get into was shattered in front of him, and the filter of a rich girl was completely shattered.
Miss Song is right. The identity of the successor to socialism is more reliable.
At the end of the recollection, Secretary Qian suppressed his disgust and said, "The toilet exploded, and Miss Wang was covered in feces. Now she is a little mentally disturbed."
Isn't that wrong? After being released, he screamed and screamed, and his body was covered with shit. The first thing he thought of was not to take a shower, but to look for Miss Song everywhere. It's hard to judge...
Zong Xuecheng: “…”
Zong Xuecheng was stunned for the first time after hearing this, as if he didn't believe what he heard, "What?"
Then Zong Xuecheng looked at Secretary Qian sharply as if he had thought of something.
After receiving Secretary Qian's affirmative look, Zong Xuecheng looked a little unbelievable. After a pause, he asked, "You just said that it was Song Lingxi who locked Wang Ruowei in the toilet?"
Secretary Qian thought that the boss would grasp the important points. Miss Song's move was both cool and flirty, but when he thought about the fact that it was Song Lingxi who did it, Secretary Qian felt that it was natural.
But if anyone offends or bullies Miss Song, Miss Song will teach him/her a lesson.
Wang Ruowei stood out particularly this time. Of course she stood out because she had been baptized by poop.
It's another day of worshipping Miss Song.
It can be seen that Song Lingxi's image in Secretary Qian's heart has become extremely high.
Secretary Qian continued, "That's what Miss Wang said herself, but after I checked, I found that the situation was slightly different from what Miss Wang described. Miss Wang used threats and inducements to order the maid to damage the water pipes and toilet."
"It's no coincidence that Miss Song went to that bathroom. Miss Wang used some trickery to get her there."
Secretary Qian didn't say what means were used, but there were only a few of them, and for someone like Zong Xuecheng, they would understand them with just a slight mention.
Secretary Qian reported everything in detail, but did not reveal his own guess. However, the matter was very clear. Wang Ruowei plotted against Miss Song, but not only did she fail, but she was also plotted against by Miss Song.
Wang Ruowei had just shot herself in the foot and it was all her own fault.
A smile flashed across Zong Xuecheng's face, but it disappeared in a flash. When Secretary Qian wanted to take a closer look, it had already disappeared without a trace.
"Also," Secretary Qian felt that Wang Ruowei was really asking for trouble, "According to these two servants, Miss Wang also ordered them to wait in the banquet hall. If they saw Miss Song escape and appear in the hall, they would drug her, and then, and then..."
"Fortunately, they lost the man in the end."
Fortunately, Miss Song was smart. At this point, Secretary Qian really admired Song Lingxi. Sometimes people would subconsciously relax their vigilance after dodging a plot, but Miss Song dodged twice, which was not an easy thing to do.
You need to have enough wit, courage and patience.
The two servants said that Miss Wang threatened them that she would become the mistress of the clan in the future, and if they did not do it, she would punish them in the future. After using the big stick, she used money to tempt them to abuse Miss Song, and promised to give them a sum of money afterwards.
However, they didn't dare to do so and planned to take Song Lingxi to a deserted place and take a few nude photos of her.
Secretary Qian couldn't believe in human nature. The two servants said so before anything happened, but what if it did?
If they get carried away by lust while taking photos, the consequences will be disastrous.
Zong Xuecheng said nothing after hearing this and looked as if nothing had happened. However, Secretary Qian who was standing next to him was too angry to say a word and at this moment he really wanted to disappear.
The next second, Zong Xuecheng let out a breathy laugh, as if he had just heard something funny.
Secretary Qian felt his scalp tingling. The angrier the boss got, the calmer he became. When he was extremely angry, he would even smile.
But anyone would be angry if it happened to him. His lover was framed by an outsider in his own home. When the first plan failed, he came up with the second one. Especially the latter one, which was really aimed at destroying Miss Song.
To put it bluntly, this shows that you don't take the boss seriously at all and are stepping on his face. No wonder the boss is so angry.
"Are there any photos of Wang Ruowei last night?" Zong Xuecheng asked calmly.
Secretary Qian immediately understood what the boss meant. "Yes, although only a few servants and Miss Jiayin knew about it, Miss Jiayin took the photo."
"According to Miss Jiayin, Miss Song seemed to have known that someone was plotting against her, so she went to find her to accompany her to the locker room. After the incident, she and Miss Song went together to find someone to rescue Miss Wang."
"Send the photos, social news." Zong Xuecheng said lightly.
Damn, this is murderous and heartbreaking. Once the photo is released, Miss Wang will not only be a laughing stock in the circle, but will be socially dead.
Now Miss Wang was really mad.
"Okay," Secretary Qian nodded cautiously, "What about the two servants?"
Zong Xuecheng turned to look at him and said, "Why don't I handle it myself?"
"Okay, boss. I'll take care of it right away." Secretary Qian was shocked and didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.
…
Zong Xuecheng closed the door, walked to the European-style single sofa in the bedroom and sat down. He looked towards the bed, staring at Song Lingxi who was sleeping.
He looked thoughtful.
During his short sleep in the early morning, he had another dream.
Dreamed that... Wang Ruowei locked Song Lingxi in the toilet.
Just like what happened last night, Wang Ruowei tricked Song Lingxi into the bathroom, and then kept pouring water on Song Lingxi. When his people rescued Song Lingxi, Song Lingxi had already fainted.
The dream ends here, it has no beginning or end, and I don’t know what it wants to express.
It looked like another prophetic dream, but the time was wrong, the place was wrong, and the ending was wrong.
The season in the dream seemed to be autumn, but in reality it was summer. In the dream, Wang Ruowei's plan succeeded, but in reality, Song Lingxi not only avoided the plan, but also retaliated against it.
Zong Xuecheng was not sure whether Song Lingxi was pregnant at that time in the dream, nor was he sure whether there was any continuity or connection between the two dreams.
But Wang Ruowei did violate his taboo.
Zong Xuecheng didn't care about a lover he kept outside, who was just a toy, but he would not tolerate Wang Ruowei acting tyrannically in his territory.
Originally, for Zong Fei's sake, he planned to chop off Wang Ruowei's hand that was reaching out to the Zong family.
Now it seems that he was too tolerant.
The efforts that the Wang family has put into the Zong family over the years are indeed very effective.