Zhai Qintian watched as Zhai Cheng made the first move. He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses slightly, with an unfathomable look in his eyes. Then he also walked out of the study.
The scream came from the direction of the living room, and it was a woman's scream.
The soundproofing of the study was quite good. They could only faintly hear the scream, and they didn't know whose it was.
Zhai Cheng frowned his sword-shaped eyebrows. The figure of Song Ge flashed through his mind, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Song Ge!"
Before they even entered the living room, Leng Jing's hysterical voice came from afar.
A glint of understanding flashed in Zhai Cheng's eyes. He quickened his steps and walked into the living room. The two women in the living room both looked at him in unison.
On Song Ge's light-colored clothes, the color of the tea was faintly spreading on the fabric. The tea stains were all over her body, dripping down continuously.
Even her delicate little face was inevitably splashed with tea. Her wet hair was sticking to both sides of her cheeks.
However, Leng Jing, who was standing opposite Song Ge, was in an even more miserable state.
Her face was covered with coffee, which kept dripping down along her chin. Her delicate makeup was completely ruined.
Leng Jing's extremely expensive dress was splashed with ugly coffee stains here and there. It seemed that these stains couldn't be washed off.
The two women were standing facing each other, like two quarreling children. It seemed as if sparks were crackling in the air, and the atmosphere was full of gunpowder.
Zhai Cheng couldn't help but curl his thin lips slightly. A smile appeared on his handsome face. He lowered his head, clenched his fist and coughed lightly against his lips to hide his smile.
Song Ge's eyes were wide open. In her hand, there was still the evidence that hadn't been disposed of - the coffee cup.
Hearing Zhai Cheng's cough, Song Ge seemed to wake up from a dream. With a panicked look in her eyes, she looked at Zhai Cheng. She clumsily hid the coffee cup behind her back.
Oh no, he once said that she'd better avoid quarreling with Leng Jing...
Song Ge shifted her gaze uncomfortably. She took small steps to the table, put the coffee cup back on the table, and then left the table at lightning speed, as if the coffee cup had nothing to do with her.
Zhai Cheng raised his handsome eyebrows slightly. His black eyes curved, and then he resumed his serious expression.
"Uncle! Look at that hateful woman!" Leng Jing also saw Zhai Cheng. Like a drowning man seeing a lifebuoy, she trotted towards Zhai Cheng.
Humph, the guilty party filing the first lawsuit!
Song Ge curled her lips. She lowered her head and looked at the tea stains on her clothes, then patted them casually without caring.
Since Song Ge was wearing light-colored clothes, after the fabric was soaked by the tea, what was inside was faintly visible...
However, the person involved still seemed completely unaware.
Zhai Cheng's black eyes darkened. He bypassed Leng Jing who was running towards him and took off his suit jacket while raising his hand.
Song Ge watched Zhai Cheng walking towards her. Like a little fox caught stealing, she felt a bit nervous.
"Swish -" The crisp sound of the clothes being unfolded.
Zhai Cheng carefully put the suit jacket on Song Ge and straightened the collar of the jacket.
Behind them, a meaningful look fell on the two of them.
"Uncle, how... how can you be partial to that woman?" Leng Jing stamped her feet angrily.
"What's going on? Oh, are the cups broken?" Meng Yajing, who also heard the noise and came over, asked gently. Looking at the broken cup pieces all over the floor, she quickly called the nanny at home, "Aunt Wang, quickly get a broom to sweep it up."
"Grandma! Look at my clothes. They're all covered in coffee." As soon as Leng Jing saw Meng Yajing, she shook Meng Yajing's hand, her tone full of coquetry.
Song Ge seemed not to hear the commotion beside her. She looked at Zhai Cheng in a daze and touched the jacket on her body with her slender hand -
It was warm, with the temperature of his body.
Hearing the chaos beside him, Zhai Cheng frowned, his face serious.
"As my assistant, you should pay attention to your own image."
Song Ge nodded blankly.
"There's still work in the company. Let's go back first."
Without waiting for Meng Yajing to speak first, Zhai Cheng took the initiative.
His slightly cold big hand grabbed Song Ge's small hand and walked straight out. Zhai Qintian was still standing at the door. Zhai Cheng just nodded to his father and then walked past him with Song Ge.
Zhai Qintian slowly turned around. He quietly looked at Song Ge's back, his eyes showing the shrewdness of a businessman.
"You're going back so soon." Meng Yajing watched her son's figure getting farther and farther away. She let out a long sigh and pulled Leng Jing towards the bathroom. "Come on, I'll take you to wash up."
"Grandma!" Leng Jing pouted and coquettishly clung to Meng Yajing.
"Okay, okay. Don't I know your temper?" Meng Yajing shook her head helplessly. Leng Jing immediately deflated like a balloon and followed Meng Yajing dejectedly.
At this moment, in the back seat of the Rolls - Royce.
Song Ge was feeling nervous. She blinked her eyes and peeked at Zhai Cheng's every move. After he sat down, she quickly shifted her gaze.
The seat beside her sank, then there was a rustling sound of looking for something, and later the sound of taking out a tissue...
"Song Ge." Zhai Cheng shifted his gaze to Song Ge, who had been turning her head all the time, and called her. His voice was cold.
"What?" Song Ge's heart skipped a beat.
"Turn your head around and talk properly." Seeing Song Ge's strange behavior, Zhai Cheng curled his lips and spoke again.
Oh no, she was definitely going to be scolded again! Song Ge dejectedly turned her head. What came into view were a pair of good-looking hands holding a tissue to wipe the tea leaves off her clothes.
"I... I can do it myself."
Song Ge looked at Zhai Cheng's side face up close. She blinked her long eyelashes nervously and stammered as she took the tissue and wiped it randomly.
An ambiguous atmosphere was floating in the air. It seemed that pink bubbles would pop out between the two of them at any moment.
At this time, their fingers accidentally touched each other. Song Ge was startled and quickly snatched the whole pack of tissues from Zhai Cheng's arms.
"I, I'll do it myself. How could I trouble you, Mr. Zhai." Song Ge forced a smile. Her fingers trembled slightly. The fingertips that had touched Zhai Cheng seemed to be especially hot.
"Ah ha ha, the clothes seem to be quite wet." Song Ge rubbed the wet corner of her clothes and accidentally wrung out a few drops of tea.
Zhai Cheng paused for a moment, then withdrew his hand. His ink-like eyes looked at Song Ge.
Looking into Zhai Cheng's unfathomable eyes, Song Ge felt as if she was about to explode under his gaze.
"Ah, by the way, I may need to ask you for two days' leave." Song Ge forced a dry smile at Zhai Cheng, then lowered her head to avoid Zhai Cheng's gaze.
Song Ge held the tissue tightly and carefully wiped her clothes, as if she was looking for a bug on it.