After some time, Su Zhinian blinked his tired eyes and glanced at the wall clock. It was already 11.58 pm; another two more minutes and her birthday would be over.
Su Zhinian turned around to study the sleeping beauty. He closed his eyes gently as he lowered his head to press his lips on her forehead.
Do you… Do you know how much I want to be good to you? But I cannot; I dare not.
Su Zhinian's lips pressed to Song Qingchun's skin for quite some time before parting. "Tingting, happy birthday."
As he said that, the new day had arrived.
…
When Song Qingchun's eyes fluttered open, it was already daytime. The day was gloom with heavy fog; it looked like it was going to snow.
Song Qingchun looked at the clock on the wall; it was 8 am, two hours to the start of her working hours. She stretched lazily, yawned, and curled deeper into her bed as her hand habitually reached out toward her phone that would be beside her pillow… She came up with nothing.
Song Qingchun frowned as her hand continued to search. She finally sat up, and when she saw the white pillow, she was stunned. She surveyed her surroundings, and then her eyes widened to their maximum.
This was not her bedroom… This was Su Zhinian's bedroom… Why was she in his bedroom?
The incident from the day before finally started to pour into Song Qingchun's mind. She had been waiting for Qin Yinan at Beijing Hotel for the whole day before receiving Tang Nuan's message. Then she had started to knock back those wine bottles…
When she reached this part of her memory, Song Qingchun saw the reflection of herself in the opposite mirror—she was wearing a man's white shirt…
So, after she got drunk, something happened. She then woke up in Su Zhinian's bed and was wearing his shirt…
As the sequence of events lined up in her head, it was as if she was jolted by a shot of electricity as she jumped out of the bed and mumbled to herself, "Don't tell me I was taken advantage of by Maniac Su after I lost consciousness last night…"
…
Cheng Qingchong turned around again to look at Su Zhinian, who had been sitting in the car since before 6 am. However, until now, he did not ask for the driver to go. After some hesitation, she asked, "CEO Su, can we depart now?"
Su Zhinian, who was focusing on his laptop, raised his head following Cheng Qingchong's question. He picked up a cup of coffee on the side, and as he was going to take a sip at it, Song Qingchun's voice appeared by the side of his ear. "Don't tell me I was taken advantage of by Maniac Su after I lost consciousness last night…"
Su Zhinian flinched and the coffee was splashed all over his keyboard. Cheng Qingchong quickly passed him the napkin. Su Zhinian did not accept it but focused on the sentence Song Qingchun had just uttered.
Maniac Su… Is she talking about me?
Cheng Qingchong directly took the laptop from him to wipe it, since Su Zhinian appeared to be deep in thought.
Su Zhinian stared at a bald tree trunk outside of his car window, and soon after, Song Qingchun's mumblings drifted into his ears again. "This is weird, there are no marks on my body, and… it doesn't feel painful down there."
Su Zhinian's brows creased slightly. He knew the driver and Cheng Qingchong could not hear Song Qingchun, but the tip of his ears still burned.
"But if I remember correctly, that man is very rough… This means that he did not take advantage of me…"
Su Zhinian could hear the obvious relief in Song Qingchun's voice. He pouted slightly, and a trace of somber gloom collected in the depths of his eyes.
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