Watching her leave, Tang Si took a deep breath.
The smile on his face was gone, and his beautiful eyes were filled with a somber intensity.
The answer was almost certain now that Wen Mu was that person.
So, what kind of plot twist was he still waiting for?
This question was like an unsolvable poison, gripping his mind, turning his emotions upside down.
Invisibly, sothing was pushing him down into dark, muddy depths, not allowing him any chance to breathe.
It felt like his whole body was being crushed by thousands of sharp blades, leaving him dazed.
He rubbed his temples, his pale lips pressed tightly together, got up, and took so dicine.
Forcibly suppressing the burning agitation with dication.
Only then did he lean against the sofa, letting out a long sigh.
...
Song Yi wasn’t lying; Li Wen really did co to pick her up.
As she walked downstairs, a slight wind rose in the air, quite brisk, yet it made her feel joyful inside and out.
Her smile was both sweet and charming, and even the cold wind seed a bit sweeter.
Perhaps it was because the clothes she was wearing were bought by Tang Si.
Or maybe it was because of that one word... husband?
Wearing them, she felt an inexplicable sense of happiness within her heart.
Seeing his Song Yi’s long-lost smile, after all the conflicts with Tang Si, the smile on her face had always contained a trace of perfunctory polite laughter.
But now... he ca to pick her up here, and she ca downstairs with a radiant smile, Li Wen couldn’t help but wonder if it ant President Song and Officer Tang had already reconciled?
When Song Yi opened the car door to get in, Li Wen cleared his throat, hesitating, brewing his emotions before asking, "Did you make up with Officer Tang?"
Song Yi looked at her phone, not raising an eyebrow at Li Wen’s words, answering carelessly, but with a smile still on her lips, "No."
"Then, what is this between you two?" Li Wen held the steering wheel, his expression sowhat indescribable, "Is it a... hookup...?"
Hearing that, Song Yi’s hand paused as she held her phone, then she lifted her eyes, kicked the back of the driver’s seat, and laughed, "What kind of dirty mind do you have?"
"I haven’t even asked you about how Tang Si got into my car and played chauffeur for , and you’re already making jokes?"
Hearing this, Li Wen imdiately closed his mouth, keeping a low profile.
Since Song Yi hadn’t brought it up from the start, Li Wen naturally assud she never would.
Looking at Li Wen ahead, Song Yi snorted lightly, "Neglect of duty, Assistant Li, your year-end bonus is gone."
"...Please, President Song." Li Wen was imdiately deflated, knowing that his year-end bonus was quite a lot of money.
Song Yi was rciless, "Shut up and drive, or else you’ll lose this month’s salary too."
Li Wen: "..."
Song Yi stopped bantering with Li Wen. She looked at her phone; she hadn’t seen this brand of clothing before, but the fabric was soft and high-end, suggesting it was custom-made and likely expensive.
She tried searching on her phone, but without result.
She had no idea where he got these clothes.
Song Yi let out a small sigh, lifted her gaze to the scenery outside, and suddenly seed to think of sothing else.
She picked up her phone, annoyed, tapping it against her forehead.
Her brows furrowed tightly.
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
She was so swayed she forgot to ask him how he got hurt.
Such seductive charm, it’s easy to beco captivated.
"Ding—" A WeChat ssage ca in at that mont.
Song Yi imdiately stopped what she was doing and checked her phone.
It was a transfer ssage from Tang Si.
A hundred thousand yuan.
[For helping with the clothes last night, your tip.]
Song Yi: "...?"
She accepted the hundred thousand yuan, angry!
Staring at the screen, she bit her lip, pondering and deciding that asking about the injury couldn’t be so direct, so she’d... start with sothing gradual.
She lowered her head and typed.
Li Wen watched Song Yi’s changing expressions in the rearview mirror, even more spectacular than anyone acting in a face-changing drama.
His hands shook slightly on the steering wheel, privately thinking that such a lovely girl seed a bit crazy.
Little Vixen: [Where did you get these clothes I’m wearing, and how much did they cost?]
Bro: [Not expensive.]
Staring at the reply, Song Yi gnawed her lip, thought it over, then sent another ssage.
Little Vixen: [How do you know my size? Have you been secretly checking my clothes?]
Tang Si held a cup, standing on the balcony, his dark eyes looking at the question with a smile.
He seed to understand what she was getting at with her roundabout questions.
But he didn’t expose her, lovingly playing along.
Bro: [Don’t you rember? Your brother’s washed your underwear before.]
[Even if not, with so many real-life experiences, shouldn’t I be able to gauge the size with my hands? Right?]
Song Yi sat in the car, looking at this reply, even without an audio ssage.
Yet, her mind inexplicably conjured up his lazy, teasing, husky voice saying these words.
With a hint of tease, a hint of mischief.
That voice seed to linger around her ears, rustling with a long, prolonged charm, like he was beside her, as if it was one chaotic night after another.
A warmth surged from her heart, making her blush.
Song Yi reached out to touch her cheek, feeling the heat.
She opened the car window, letting the cold wind in to cool her face.
Tang Si watched as she didn’t reply for a long ti, set down his cup, and smiled, imagining the little woman’s shy and delicate expression.
He walked to the foyer, leisurely putting on a trench coat, then glanced at his reflection, a smile tugging at his lips.
Was he being too much of a jerk toward her? After all, she’s only a 22-year-old girl.
Thinking back, he started understanding things at six, while Song Yi hadn’t even entered the world.
At fourteen, he finished middle school, while she was just entering elentary.
All things considered, was he a bit excessive?
He lightly pursed his lips.
Maybe he should tone it down a little, just a little.
...
Feeling a bit guilty, he headed downstairs, reached the car park, and received Song Yi’s reply.
Little Vixen: [How did you get hurt? Didn’t you take ti off work?]
The implication being, even off work, there’s no task, so how did you get hurt?
With one hand on the wheel, a cigarette lazily in his mouth, he noticed her reply. He silently chuckled, flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers as his elbow rested on the window edge.
He typed with the other hand: [Maybe it was an enemy’s revenge.]
It was the truth; he had no idea who it was.
He was truthful with her, downright honest.
He waited for a while, not seeing her respond, and a cigarette had already burnt out.
He reined in his lips, his face calm, hiding emotions within its darkness.
Finally, he rubbed his temples, feeling a bit anxious.
As he started the car and left, his soft laughter resonated, mixed with an ineffable emotion.
Perhaps he had frightened her.
Or maybe, he ought to be a bit more tactful?
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