Hearing the man's strong heartbeat, Song Ge inexplicably felt a glimmer of security. Her hand unconsciously rested on Zhai Cheng's waist.
Feeling the woman's response, Zhai Cheng was overjoyed. Keeping a calm face, he slowly let go of Song Ge. "You like me, don't you?"
Song Ge looked embarrassed, not knowing how to respond.
Zhai Cheng didn't press further. His slender fingers gently touched Song Ge's thin lips.
He swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the woman's lips.
Watching the man getting closer, Song Ge nervously grabbed her clothes. The air was filled with his scent.
Suddenly, the slow violin music soared, abruptly waking up the two who were snuggled close together.
The atmosphere turned awkwardly silent.
For a long while, neither of them said a word.
Song Ge coughed awkwardly. The blush on her face faded a bit. "Let's not waste the food." With that, she sat down.
Zhai Cheng also sat down across from her.
The music softened. The candlelight cast shadows on the table.
Song Ge struggled with the steak with her knife and fork, but couldn't cut it at all.
Seeing Song Ge exerting all her strength, Zhai Cheng found it amusing. He reached out his long arm, took the plate, and said, "Let me help you."
Looking at the plate that was placed back in front of her, with the steak carefully cut into small pieces, Song Ge felt a warm feeling in her heart.
Perhaps because she thought the red wine was delicious, Song Ge kept drinking glass after glass. Her fair skin turned pink. Finally, her consciousness became blurred...
"Stop drinking." Zhai Cheng took the glass from her hand. He was a bit helpless, but the drunk Song Ge was cuter than usual.
Song Ge saw the figure in front of her swaying. It seemed to turn into several Zhai Chengs. She pointed at him and said, "Don't move around."
"I'm not moving." Zhai Cheng said seriously, "Let me take you to rest, okay?" His voice was gentle, as if he was coaxing a child.
Song Ge reached out her hand and suddenly held Zhai Cheng's head. The next second, she laughed like a fool. "Haha, now it's not moving around."
The two were so close that they could feel each other's breath.
The man leaned in a bit closer. Just as he was about to make the next move, with a thud, the woman fell into his arms...
Feeling the sunlight shining outside, Song Ge stretched lazily as usual. She opened her eyes slowly and stared blankly at the ceiling.
The white walls and the black - white - gray color scheme were completely different from the style of her own room!
The next second, she sat up quickly, her mind racing.
Instinctively, she lifted the quilt. Seeing that her clothes were neatly in place, still the same as yesterday's, she heaved a sigh of relief.
Why was she in his room?
Fragments of memories flashed through her mind. She only remembered the candlelit dinner, them eating steak and drinking wine. After that, she couldn't remember anything.
Didn't she do anything too much?
The door creaked open.
Thinking it was Zhai Cheng, Song Ge immediately lay down and covered herself with the quilt. She wasn't ready to face him yet.
Aunt Chen had heard the noise when she came in, so she knew Song Ge was already awake.
"Miss Song, get up and have breakfast."
Hearing the voice, Song Ge lifted the quilt, sat up, and asked tentatively, "Aunt Chen, why am I here?"
Aunt Chen gave her an aunt - like smile. "You drank too much last night and went into the wrong room. You refused to leave no matter what. So the young master had to go to the guest room."
Song Ge's face turned even more unpleasant. She had actually driven the host to the guest room.
Song Ge covered her face with her hands. She felt a headache coming on. Sure enough, drinking was a bad idea.
"Did I do anything...", Song Ge paused, "out of line?"
Aunt Chen shook her head. "I'm not sure about that." She still smiled and said, "You can ask the young master."
She glanced at the door mysteriously. "Miss Song, you don't know that the young master personally helped you wash up last night. He didn't even let others do it."
Since Song Ge moved into the villa, Aunt Chen had hoped that these two young people would get together. Now it seemed more and more likely.
Song Ge's face became even more embarrassed. He had actually taken care of her? She was really flattered.
"Miss Song, the young master just looks cold, but he has a warm heart."
Song Ge naturally knew that. At first, it was just because they didn't understand each other, so there were misunderstandings.
"Then go wash up and come down for breakfast." After saying that, Aunt Chen closed the door and left.
Song Ge was left alone in the room. It was quiet.
Looking at the unfamiliar environment, Song Ge sighed. She tried hard to recall, but still couldn't remember anything. So she gave up.
She quietly opened the door. After making sure Zhai Cheng wasn't outside, she quickly slipped back to her own room. She changed her clothes, washed up, and then went downstairs.
The man was having breakfast. His movements were elegant, just like a beautiful painting. He seemed to notice her gaze and looked up.
Their eyes met.
Song Ge quickly shifted her gaze and rushed downstairs nervously.
But the man, as if nothing had happened, continued to have breakfast. "Have breakfast."
Song Ge walked over and sat down. Her face was burning. She pinched the corner of her clothes nervously. Just as she was about to say something, the man across from her stood up.
"Where are you going?" she blurted out.
Realizing that she might have been being nosy, Song Ge awkwardly touched her nose and was about to explain.
The man chuckled. His eyes were gentle. He put one hand in his pocket. "I'm going to the study to get something. I'll be right back."
Song Ge felt her face was so red that it could bleed. She really wanted to find a hole to hide in. "Oh."
The man turned around and went to the study. Looking at the shy little woman, he was in a great mood.
After making sure the man had left, Song Ge let out a sigh of relief. She hit her head hard and said, "Stupid head."
A woman in a sequined dress, with heavy makeup and high - heeled shoes, appeared at the door. She was also wearing a strong perfume.
Leng Jing had decorated the hall last night and then went out to play with her friends. After all, she didn't want to be a third wheel.
Seeing Song Ge having breakfast alone, she walked over excitedly. "So, did you like last night's candlelit dinner?"
Song Ge was surprised. She never expected that it was Leng Jing who had created this romantic evening. But why? Didn't she hate her?
Leng Jing flipped her hair. She was proud of doing a good deed. "Don't thank me."
The next second, she suddenly got closer to Song Ge. The smile on her face turned mischievous. "So, did you win over my uncle?"
Just then, Zhai Cheng appeared in the living room. Her words fell into his ears word for word. The corner of his mouth twitched. The next second, he regained his cold composure.
Song Ge's ears immediately turned red. She pushed Leng Jing away. "What are you talking about? I don't understand."
The atmosphere between the two of them was already awkward enough. Leng Jing's words made it even more embarrassing.