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Song Zhi didn’t expect such an awkward scene. The car interior wasn’t small, but they were sitting one in front of the other.

Jiang Yanzhou was right behind her, his warm breath fanning her neck.

Whether he intended it or not, he let out a few ragged breaths.

It was unexpectedly... enticing.

She wondered if it was her imagination, but she felt as if the temperature inside the car had risen by several degrees.

To prevent any passionate developments, she opened the car door to get out, but the man’s large hand covered hers, pulling back, and closing the car door again.

Song Zhi was about to pull her hand away, but the man held tighter, his fingers closing together, enveloping her soft, small hand in his palm.

His thumb slowly rubbed the tiger’s mouth area of her hand.

“Zhizhi.”

His voice was deep and husky, like someone who had been walking in the desert for a long time and was parched.

And Song Zhi was the water source that could quench that thirst.

Song Zhi lightly coughed: “My shoulder doesn’t seem to hurt anymore.”

He nodded, but his grip tightened.

She pulled back a little, and he added a little more force.

After trying a few times, Song Zhi had no choice but to give up; he hadn’t even exerted much strength, and she was already unable to break free.

So she tried to reason with him: “Would you mind loosening your hand first?”

“Zhizhi.”

He acted as if he couldn’t hear her, continuously calling her name. His voice was like it had been steeped in water, so gentle that half of Song Zhi’s body went numb.

He leaned his upper body slightly, burying his face in her soft neck, greedily inhaling her unique scent.

The moment his cool, thin lips touched her skin, Song Zhi felt an electric shock, and all the pores on her body opened up.

When she spoke, her voice trembled so much that even she was surprised: “Let’s... let’s talk properly, don’t be so handsy.”

He whispered against her neck: “I’m not being handsy.”

He said, “I’m using my mouth.”

She couldn’t let it continue. If it did, even Song Zhi wasn’t sure she could control herself.

Jiang Yanzhou knew her body too well, knowing exactly how to make her surrender.

“Jiang Yanzhou, we’ve already broken up.”

“I know.”

“... “ She was speechless. “Get off me first.”

He remained silent, as if he hadn’t heard her.

He just kept calling her name, the syllables lingering on his lips, spilling out with his soft murmurs.

“Zhizhi, Zhizhi.”

“Ah, Zhizhi.”

Song Zhi was as hard as stone: “Pleading won’t work.”

He lightly rubbed against her neck a few times: “I won’t ask you to take responsibility.”

He held her, “I’ll make you feel good.”

The usually taciturn, aloof, and dignified Jiang Yanzhou was now like a playful kitten, clinging to her.

The contrast was too strong, and Song Zhi’s last line of defense completely broke.

Alright, pleading really did work.

Their place was a high-end complex, and each unit had an independent underground garage.

Jiang Yanzhou drove the car in, and the two spent a long three hours in the car.

Song Zhi fell asleep halfway through.

She was truly too tired.

This sleep was surprisingly good, although she was woken up several times by that intense sensation.

Jiang Yanzhou lit a post-coital cigarette outside the car.

A few of his shirt buttons had been bitten off by Song Zhi, his collar slightly open, and the red scratches on his neck were strikingly visible.

Song Zhi got up from the reclined seat, and the coat covering her also slid off with her movement.

She rolled down the car window. Jiang Yanzhou heard the movement, turned his head to look, and then extinguished his cigarette: “Don’t you want to sleep a little more?”

She shook her head: “I have to start work again soon.”

There was no trash can in the underground garage. Jiang Yanzhou, having received a good education since childhood, couldn’t bring himself to litter.

The half-burnt cigarette butt remained clipped between his fingers, and a wisp of smoke, before it extinguished, drifted upwards with the cold wind.

He looked down thoughtfully: “I’ll have them postpone the shoot so you can rest for a day.”

Song Zhi laughed: “How can you just postpone it? What about the lost progress and labor costs? It’s not like you’re paying their salaries.”

Xia Wanyue had just gotten her an endorsement a while ago, and today’s shoot was for that endorsement’s promotional advertisement.

The neckline of the clothes she was wearing was a bit wide, and since Jiang Yanzhou was looking down at her, he could vaguely see the scattered red marks on her chest.

His gaze darkened. He squeezed the cigarette butt in his hand hard: “I am paying their salaries.”

Song Zhi was stunned: “Huh?”

He couldn’t keep looking; he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself and would again...

Casually averting his gaze, he said, “That endorsement, I had someone find you for it.”

Song Zhi was confused for a moment. After grasping the meaning of his words, she suddenly understood and said, “Oh, so I’m being kept by you now?”

He chuckled softly: “I wish, but I’m afraid you won’t give me the chance.”

“How do you know?” Song Zhi laughed heartlessly, typically the type to “put on her pants and deny everything.”

She tidied her clothes, opened the car door, and got out, “What you said yesterday should still count, right?”

She was referring to his words about not holding her responsible.

Jiang Yanzhou’s eyelids lifted slightly. As if thinking of something, he subtly frowned: “You...”

“You can leave through the north gate when you go out. Song Luo usually dislikes that area because there are too many children, so he wouldn’t go that way even if it’s a detour.” She looked at the time on her watch. “Wait fifteen minutes after I leave before you go out.”

After saying that, she picked up her Chanel chain bag, waved goodbye to him nonchalantly, and walked away without looking back.

It wasn’t until her figure had receded that Jiang Yanzhou slowly retracted his gaze.

He shouldn’t have been so definitive yesterday, not letting her bear any responsibility at all.

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Song Zhi hadn’t returned home all night and was worried she might smell strange.

Naturally, she didn’t dare to go home, fearing Song Luo would notice.

So, she checked into a nearby hotel, quickly washed up, and asked Xiao Xu to bring her a change of clothes when he came.

The workload these past few days had been heavy. Every morning, Song Zhi looked listless, but today, surprisingly, her complexion was rosy.

Xia Wanyue teased her from the side: “Looking at your radiant face, what, were you well-fed last night?”

The two of them often made sexual jokes together, and Xiao Xu had gone from initial shyness and naivety to being completely unfazed.

Song Zhi ran a hand through her long hair, filling the car with her faint, delicate scent.

“Not only was I well-fed, but I was also a bit overstuffed.”

After so long of abstinence, Jiang Yanzhou seemed to have released all the desires accumulated over the past few months.

Quite full.

Xia Wanyue had only intended to tease her, but who knew she had actually hit the nail on the head.

She leaned closer, gossiping: “To thank President Jiang for rescuing you, did you generously offer yourself yesterday?”

“How could that be?” Song Zhi haughtily put on her queenly airs, “President Jiang offered himself, and I reluctantly accepted.”

Too explosive.

Xia Wanyue immediately turned Xiao Xu’s head away to prevent him from peeking, and at the same time, pulled down Song Zhi’s collar. Bluish-purple bite marks and red hickeys were exceptionally clear on her fair, snow-white skin.

Song Zhi rearranged her clothes, grumbling and calling her a pervert.

Xia Wanyue, as a single woman in her late twenties who had yet to be “developed,” was now pinching her chin and sighing in amazement: “How intense must it have been yesterday? They’re all bruised.”

It was only when she mentioned this that Song Zhi reacted. No wonder she felt a little pain in her chest; she had thought her period was coming soon.

Damn it, that bastard must be a dog, biting so hard.

Although Jiang Yanzhou said to delay the shoot for a day, Song Zhi felt it was unnecessary and refused.

Anyway, she had to shoot it sooner or later, so she might as well finish it quickly while she was feeling energetic today.

Since he spoke up for her yesterday, He Hanyang’s name had been on Weibo’s hot search and hadn’t come down even today.

Also on the hot search was his team, AOI.

During a break in filming, Song Zhi looked at the hot search in confusion. Could it be that because he spoke up for her, He Hanyang was being cyberbullied?

Song Zhi’s heart clenched, and she quickly clicked on the hot search.

The first Weibo post was from the AOI team.

[AOI Esports Club: Splitting ways, meeting at the peak @HeHanyangvito]

The accompanying image was a back shot of him, wearing his AOI team uniform, likely taken after a match. Even from his back, his fatigue was evident, and he waved goodbye without looking back.

The surroundings were a circle of black and gray, looking lonely and desolate.

The Weibo comments were completely polarized. Some lamented Vito’s departure, saying their youth had ended.

Others, however, accused him of ingratitude.

[Without AOI, do you think anyone would even know you? What else is great about you besides your powerful flick shots? Which one of Bottle or Ximei didn’t come to the team with a great reputation? Who were you then? You won a few trophies with them, and now you don’t know what you are, huh? I’m putting it out there: if Vito goes to JIS, I’ll eat my own shit standing on my head!!!]

[HeHanyangvito: Get the shit ready first.] [666, the trashtalking brother is still the same trashtalking brother.] [What are Bottle and Ximei? Oh, I remember, Teacher VITO’s Level 4 backpack.] [Talk about Bottle, but why bring Ximei? How many times has he made it to the final circle? And only good at flick shots? Did you even watch the game seriously, you ‘fan’? Which MVP wasn’t our V Teacher’s? And what garbage about ‘Vito can’t win championships without AOI’?] [I’ll say it again, without AOI, Vito is nothing!] [He got MVP because of good team coordination, not because of him.] [I’m tired of saying ‘He Hanyang is just a pretty face.’] [He gained a few female fans with that face and now he really thinks he’s a superstar, huh.]

Song Zhi scrolled down. There were some comments defending him, but most were overwhelmed by the negative ones.

She frowned, deeply aware of the horror of cyberbullying. He Hanyang was still young, after all.

She was worried he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

But she didn’t understand games, so she could only get the full story from Tang Xiaoyan.

Tang Xiaoyan had recently started dating a new boyfriend and was immersed in sweetness. But today, that sweetness was mixed with a hint of anger.

The anger of her “ex-husband” being bullied.

“Damn it, the team was clearly the one that didn’t want him, and those fans are turning it around, saying he’s switching teams for money.”

Song Zhi was a bit confused: “Isn’t He Hanyang very popular? Why wouldn’t the team want him?”

“Because he’s disobedient,” Tang Xiaoyan said. Due to her identity, she could easily connect with some internal team members, so her information sources were more reliable than others.

“Aside from playing matches and training, he doesn’t care about anything else. He clearly has the highest commercial value but simply doesn’t cooperate.”

The more Tang Xiaoyan spoke, the angrier she got. She was about to open her computer to curse back at them.

After a few sounds of keys clacking on the keyboard, Tang Xiaoyan suddenly let out a shriek: “Ahhhhhh, my ex-husband is so handsome!!”

Song Zhi was unprepared and was startled by her loud scream.

Her eardrums hurt from the vibrations.

“Can you stop being so startled? I thought the Earth was going to be destroyed.”

Tang Xiaoyan was too excited to contain herself. Her words were incoherent: “Go quickly and look at the Weibo He Hanyang just posted! Go right now! I guarantee you’ll love him as much as I do after you see it!!”

Song Zhi hadn’t really followed celebrities much, let alone e-sports players.

Tang Xiaoyan kept urging her, so she reluctantly searched for He Hanyang’s Weibo and clicked on it.

A newly published Weibo post appeared at the top, from five minutes ago.

[HeHanyangvito: I win championships not because the team is good, but because with me in it, the team can win championships. Please be aware.]

The little brother was quite bold.

Song Zhi curved her lips in appreciation. Her phone rang then.

A WeChat message floated at the top of the screen.

[He Hanyang: Are you free tomorrow? I have something to tell you.]