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Recently, the company’s employees noticed that every day around 5 PM, a girl wearing a hat, mask, and sunglasses would discreetly arrive at the office.
She wouldn’t speak, just sit on the sofa outside, playing on her phone, seemingly waiting for someone.
They wondered, what could she possibly see with those sunglasses on?
But it seemed she genuinely couldn’t see, as she would occasionally pull her glasses down with effort, glance at the screen, and then look at the elevator doors beside her.
A few people whispered, “Could she be here to see the boss?”
Someone said sympathetically, “Well, that’s a shame. The boss is such a straight-laced guy; he’d probably just kick her out.”
“Although she’s fully covered and you can’t see her face, her figure seems quite good. The boss wouldn’t really be that harsh, would he?”
“Why not? Which of the girls who came to the company before wasn’t a busty, curvaceous beauty? Have you ever seen the boss show mercy to anyone?”
He’d just call security to kick them out.
He wouldn’t even care about the girls’ tearful pleas, finding it a waste of time to even glance at them.
Being handsome certainly gives you great charm.
The single guys in the company were green with envy.
Yet, their boss completely lacked any understanding of tenderness towards women.
Just as they were mentally preparing to feel sorry for this beautiful woman, the elevator doors opened, and Song Luo stepped out.
The young woman stood up, went up to him, and complained coquettishly why he was so late today.
Song Luo frowned, looking down at her.
Everyone in the company held their breath, quietly waiting for Song Luo to kick her out.
But to their surprise, he actually started explaining, “The meeting took a bit longer.”
Zhang Fanfan was very pleased with his proactive admission of fault.
It seemed her persistent lingering around him these past few days had been very effective.
She wasn’t a person with much perseverance, but when it came to pursuing Song Luo, she maintained an extraordinary level of persistence.
Song Luo was so good-looking; there must be countless girls eyeing him. She had to guard him well.
“I drove today. Let me give you a ride.”
He refused. “No need.”
“Why not?” Zhang Fanfan pouted in annoyance. Perhaps afraid he wouldn’t notice her anger, she deliberately took off her mask and sunglasses.
Her lips pouted high again.
He glanced at her, then shifted his gaze. “I drove too.”
“That’s okay! You can take my car home, and I’ll drop you off tomorrow.”
He still said, “No need.”
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Ten minutes later, Zhang Fanfan was very pleased as she watched Song Luo, who had said “no need,” obediently get into the passenger seat.
This man was just stubborn.
She drove her pink supercar contentedly, occasionally asking him, “Are there many girls in your company?”
“Yes, many.”
Zhang Fanfan’s heart sank. “Are they good-looking?”
“They’re alright.”
“What do you mean, ‘alright’?”
“They look alright.”
Zhang Fanfan immediately became unhappy, turning her head to look at him, expressing her doubt. “How come I haven’t seen any of them in your company these past few days? Song Luo, is there something wrong with your taste?”
Song Luo was about to speak, but his gaze fell on the road ahead. He frowned deeply, lunged forward, and sharply turned the steering wheel.
But it was still too late.
Rear-ended, Zhang Fanfan was entirely at fault.
Fortunately, the owner of the Ferrari in front was quite reasonable. After taking photos and waiting for the insurance company to arrive, he didn’t pursue further liability, simply exchanging business cards.
Zhang Fanfan was still shaken, reeling from the fear she had just experienced.
This was her first car accident.
Song Luo took out a pack of cigarettes, subconsciously reaching to offer her one.
He paused for a moment, then retracted his hand.
It was a habit from social events.
Zhang Fanfan’s face was pale with fright, and it took her a long time to recover.
Song Luo went to the convenience store across the street, bought a bottle of water, twisted it open, and handed it to her. “Next time you drive, will you still dare to look around?”
She wailed, crying, “No, I won’t, never again.”
She cried while rubbing against Song Luo’s arms, “I’ll never drive again.”
She certainly knew how to solve problems from the root.
Song Luo looked at the small head rubbing against him, and helplessly sighed.
He raised a hand and rubbed her hair. “Alright, consider it a lesson learned. Just be careful next time, it’s not that serious.”
He forgot that he still had a cigarette wedged between his fingers. The burning end accidentally singed a wisp of her hair that was blown by the wind.
Song Luo’s pupils dilated, and he froze for a moment.
Zhang Fanfan lifted her head from his arms and asked tearfully, “Do you smell something burning?”
He put his hands behind his back and pressed the cigarette butt out on the trash can behind him.
“...No.”
Zhang Fanfan didn’t know what she thought of, but suddenly she pulled Song Luo aside in horror. “This car isn’t going to explode, is it?”
“...”
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Zhang Fanfan no longer dared to drive, so Song Luo became the driver.
Perhaps feeling that her driving skills had been embarrassing today, she tried to find some advantages in other areas.
Like her taste.
“What do you think of my car?”
She personally chose this car, changing it to her favorite pink. It cost over 8 million upon landing, and there weren’t many like it in the country.
Song Luo held the steering wheel with one hand, looking at the rearview mirror as he turned. “It suits you well.”
If it were before, Zhang Fanfan would have thought he was complimenting her, but after what just happened, she couldn’t get excited.
“Do you think I’m just useless, that I can’t do anything right?”
She asked pitifully, looking equally pitiful.
Song Luo glanced at her.
“Not bad.”
She immediately wilted. “Again with ‘not bad’.”
Song Luo pondered for a moment. “You do have strengths.”
Zhang Fanfan’s eyes lit up. “What strengths?”
Young girls can’t handle setbacks, let alone after something like that just happened.
Song Luo wanted to just randomly compliment her, but after thinking for a long time, he really couldn’t think of anything.
Zhang Fanfan tilted her head, resting it against the car window, and simply decided to ignore him.
She didn’t go back to her own home, insisting that she was startled today and needed to find Song Zhi for comfort.
Thinking of Song Zhi’s relentless, sharp tongue, Song Luo truly couldn’t imagine her comforting anyone.
When Song Zhi opened the door and saw Zhang Fanfan standing behind Song Luo, she was already used to it.
“What’s the excuse today?”
She changed her shoes and came in, chuckling, “I was in a car accident today.”
Song Luo: “...”
He wondered if she was actually happy about it.
Dinner was made by Song Zhi. She rarely had no work today, so she just casually whipped up a few dishes at home following recipes.
Though not perfect in color, aroma, and taste, it was at least edible.
Song Zhi told them not to start eating yet, saying someone else was coming.
Song Luo frowned, his face full of disdain.
He didn’t even need to ask to know who it was.
At the same time, the doorbell rang. Zhang Fanfan, wanting to show off, went to open the door.
After the door opened, she paused for a moment upon seeing the man behind it.
Even though she had met Jiang Yanzhou several times before, each time, without exception, she would be struck by his captivating appearance.
Hmph, but he still wasn’t as handsome as her Song Luo.
She haughtily lifted her chin and walked away.
Jiang Yanzhou pondered for a moment, Strange person.
Song Zhi also didn’t wear shoes, coming over barefoot, wrapping her arms around his neck and playfully complaining, “Why are you so late? I’ve been waiting for you for half an hour.”
He cradled her hip with one hand to prevent her from falling, and with his free hand, he gently pinched her face. “Someone had a car accident on the road, so there was a bit of a jam.”
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The two members of the “car accident group” both lowered their heads and averted their gaze.
They tried to minimize their presence through silence.
...
After dinner, Zhang Fanfan saw Jiang Yanzhou staying overnight, so she also shamelessly refused to leave.
She had spent so much time on Song Luo; she had to see some results, right?
Anyway, she was determined to win him over today, even if it meant throwing a tantrum or acting shamelessly.
Song Zhi prepared a guest room for her, right next to Song Luo’s bedroom.
The timing, location, and people were all aligned. Whether it would succeed was up to her.
Song Luo had a very good routine; when he didn’t have social engagements, he would go to bed precisely at 10 PM.
The night was terribly quiet. Zhang Fanfan carefully snuck into Song Luo’s room.
No lights were on; it was pitch black.
She softly called his name: “Song Luo.”
No one answered.
She took a deep breath, cautiously lifted his blanket, and lay down.
This should count as a step forward, right?
She thought to herself, smugly.
In the darkness, the man turned over and pinned her beneath him. A low voice escaped his throat: “Hmm?”
Zhang Fanfan gasped in fright, instinctively wanting to leave.
She desperately tried to crawl towards the edge of the bed.
But Song Luo grabbed her ankle and pulled her back. His laughter carried a hint of amusement. “You’ve practically delivered yourself to my doorstep, and you still think I won’t do anything? Do you really think I’m not a normal man?”
Although Zhang Fanfan was bold in pursuing men, she was still a pure young girl in this regard. She trembled with fear. “But... but we’re not that kind of relationship.”
Song Luo’s lips curved slightly, and he leaned down to kiss her. “We are now.”
He liked her.
He had liked her not long after she expressed her feelings.
If he didn’t like her, he would have mercilessly driven her away the first time she approached him.
How silly. He had been so obvious, yet she hadn’t noticed.
“It might hurt a little the first time.”
Zhang Fanfan was a bit nervous. “Then can you... be gentle?”
He smirked, “No.”
“Just bear with it.”
(The End)
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