Zhu Xiao, after fetching Wen Nian's luggage, saw Jiang Qinian tenderly stroking Jiang Zhi's hair—them laughing, chatting like lovers.
Wen Nian, inside the car, glared through the window—jealousy twisting her face.
Zhu Xiao's eyes widened—this wasn't how she pictured it!
Humiliated by Lin Yanyan, mocked by everyone, rage boiled in her.
She tossed the luggage in the trunk, then got in next to Wen Nian. "Sister Nian, Jiang Zhi's so shameless—knowing he's your man, she flirts openly! Ugly before, now pretty—scheming nonstop."
The more she spoke, the darker Wen Nian's face grew.
"Such a blatant homewrecker… I've never—"
Slap!
Wen Nian's hand whipped across her face. "Enough!"
Zhu Xiao's cheek burned, tears spilling—what did she do wrong?
Wen Nian, already irritable, snapped, "Stop crying! You're useless—go away!"
Zhu Xiao bit her lip, slinking to the backseat.
Wen Nian watched the two outside, fists clenched so hard her nails dug into her palms.
Qinian ge is mine!
Only the unloved are "homewreckers"!
Qinian ge loves me!!
Jiang Zhi's phone rang right after sending Jiang Qinian off.
Seeing the caller ID, her heart skipped.
She stepped away from Lin Yanyan, answering in a hushed tone. "Hello."
The car window was half-down, revealing half her face—sharp, elegant, eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses fixed on the caller.
The man on the other end, controlled fury radiating from his bony hand, said, "I'm across the street."
He hung up.
Come now, his tone implied.
Jiang Zhi looked up—sure enough, a black Rolls-Royce idled opposite.
Good, secluded spot—no one will see.
She pocketed her phone. "Yan Yan, emergency—leaving. Text you later."
She merged into the crowd, vanishing quickly.
Lin Yanyan watched her go, confused. "What's with the secrecy lately?"
Jiang Zhi checked for Someone I know,then slipped into the car.
The man sat in the back, eyes closed—his imposing aura, even muted, felt suffocating.
And a touch of danger.
Once she settled, the driver started the car, raising the partition—dividing them.
The small space smelled of him, faint smoke clinging to the air.
Jiang Zhi thought they were heading home, but the scenery said otherwise.
The unknown destination and Stifling vibe made her fidget.
He seems moody—better not ask.
Yet he seemed to read her mind. "Afraid I'll sell you?"
Jiang Zhi blinked. With this tension, it's possible.
After a moment, she asked, "Would you?"
Her fox-like eyes met his deep gaze. He said nothing, just stared—hot, possessive, intoxicating.
The air grew thick, charged.
Jiang Zhi's mouth went dry under his predatory stare.
She licked her lips, throat bobbing subtly—all noticed by his sharp eyes.
He leaned in, trapping her against the car door. A large hand swept the hair clip from her head.
Black hair spilled down her back as his fingers tangled in her hair, holding her head steady.
His gold-rimmed glasses hid his thoughts.
Their breaths mingled.
"Close your eyes."
His low, magnetic voice was hypnotic—she obeyed.
Long lashes cast shadows on her pale cheeks.
Her skin glowed, lips plump and inviting.
Shang Chi didn't hesitate—he kissed her.
This time, no aggression—slow, tender, savoring her like a fragile treasure.
Jiang Zhi's fingers tightened on his chest.
He was a different man—gentle, dangerous in his softness.
Shang Chi watched her face flush, throat bobbing.
"Open your mouth." His voice, low and commanding, held an intoxicating pull.
Jiang Zhi felt drunk, dizzy—obeying his every word.
Her lips parted, and his tongue invaded, fierce, overwhelming.
Male pheromones engulfed her, leaving no corner untouched.
Unlike the gentle kiss before, this was hunger—wanting to devour her.
A "pure little rabbit" stood no chance against such assault.
Soon, she melted into his arms.
Ding!
The rear window rolled down, yanking her from the haze.
She opened her eyes—met his half-lidded, bottomless gaze.
One hand held her head, the other braced against the window—trapping her between door and chest.
He nipped her lip, whispering, "Focus."
Then, he deepened the kiss, Entwined in love
,consuming—until her mind went blank, lost to his rhythm.
When she closed her eyes again, a dark glint flashed in his glasses.
He looked up, through the lens, at Jiang Qinian in the nanny car across the street—smirking slyly.