Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Su Zhinian’s secretary followed Song Qingchun’s order and sat back down at her desk, but she still picked up the phone to give Su Zhinian a call. Song Qingchun didn’t wait for the secretary to inform Su Zhinian. Instead, she scanned her fingerprint on the door, pushed it open, and walked in.
Song Qingchun’s first reaction was to glance toward Su Zhinian’s working table; however, before that, her gaze was attracted by an image at the corner of the couch. It was a pair of ladies’ high heels. They were decorated with shining diamonds and attached to the heels were a pair of silky smooth legs.
Above the legs was a tight skirt that could barely cover the firm buttocks. Next to the skirt was a pair of slacks that Song Qingchun couldn’t be more familiar with. Song Qingchun’s eyes lingered at the small space between the skirt and the slacks for about five minutes before she slowly moved her eyes up. She saw a pair of fair arms entwined tightly around Su Zhinian’s arm, and Su Zhinian was trying his best to extricate himself from the pair of fair hands.
Staring at this scene, Song Qingchun had no discernible reaction on her face. She merely blinked lightly as her gaze continued to wander upward to fall on Su Zhinian’s face. Her expression was dull and calm, but she noticed how Su Zhinian suddenly increased the force in his arm to pull the woman that clung to him away. He shoved her back, and she fell backward.
Ignoring the possibility that he had harmed the woman, Su Zhinian jumped from the couch and rushed toward Song Qingchun. In his panic, his leg knocked into the coffee table; the sudden pain causing his leg to go weak. He stumbled a bit before hurriedly straightening himself to stand before her.
Afraid that Song Qingchun might minsunderstand, Su Zhinian gripped her hands and uttered hurriedly, “Tingting, you have to believe me, I didn’t…”
When she heard the term “I didn’t”, Song Qingchun’s face fell.
Why did I say that? That only makes me sound very guilty!
As the words left his lips, Su Zhinian realized that he had said the wrong thing. At that moment, he wished he could bite his tongue and die.
“Tingting, don’t be mad, listen to me, think of our child, our child…” The mention of the baby only made Song Qingchun’s face darken even more.
Su Zhinian got even more anxious, and the more panicked he was, the more flustered he became. What he wouldn’t do then to introduce more rationality into his mind. He collected himself as best as he could and explained to Song Qingchun, “I have nothing to do with her. Before you walked into the room, I swear the distance between us was maintained at one meter and above…
“The moment I answered the call about your arrival, she suddenly jumped at me to grab hold of my arms. She refused to let go, and that is what you saw…” Everything Su Zhinian said was the truth, but for some reason, even he found it hard to believe. He needed someone to collaborate his story, so he turned around in desperation to look at the woman. “…What are you doing spacing out? Quick, explain yourself!”
Urged by the desperate Su Zhinian, the woman opened her lips as if she was going to say something, but in the end, she turned her head pitiably downward like she had been caught red-handed.
