Leng Jing found the awkward atmosphere between the two quite amusing. She never expected her uncle to be so innocent.
Song Ge couldn't stand it any longer. She grabbed her bag and blurted out, "I'm going to work." Then she disappeared in a flash.
"Uncle, so, did you two... you know?" Leng Jing asked with a gossipy look. Just imagining Ji Qingyun becoming part of the family made her happy.
"Cough, cough, cough." Zhai Cheng suddenly coughed twice. Then he regained his cold composure and said in a stern tone, "If you still want to live here, keep your mouth shut." After saying that, he picked up his coat and left.
"If you still want to live here, keep your mouth shut." Leng Jing imitated Zhai Cheng in a sarcastic tone. "He's clearly happy but still pretending."
After Song Ge left, she waited for a taxi by the road.
Suddenly, a familiar car pulled up in front of her.
Zhai Cheng rolled down the window and said, "Get in."
Song Ge really didn't want to. It was just too awkward. She refused, "I'd better take a taxi."
"Get in. I don't want to say it a second time." The man was obviously losing his patience, his tone unpleasant.
Song Ge didn't dare to say anything else. She quickly opened the door and got in.
The car was eerily quiet. Song Ge glanced at the street view outside from time to time, and then stole glances at Zhai Cheng.
Zhai Cheng naturally noticed the little woman's actions. He wanted to laugh but kept a straight face. "What, do you have something to ask me?"
Zhai Cheng's sudden words made Song Ge subconsciously let out an "Ah". Then she calmed down. Her fingertips turned white as she hesitated whether to ask. Finally, she summoned up the courage. "Did I do anything inappropriate last night?"
The car suddenly jolted. Due to inertia, Song Ge almost hit the front. Fortunately, Zhai Cheng quickly reached out to protect her.
Song Ge, who was already feeling uneasy, became even more fidgety because of Zhai Cheng's reaction. "Did you do anything inappropriate last night?"
Zhai Cheng smiled faintly, his eyes exuding irresistible charm. "No."
Hearing this, Song Ge let out a sigh of relief. It was good that nothing had happened.
Zhai Cheng restarted the car and set off. The two remained silent throughout the journey.
Just as the car was about to reach the company, Song Ge's phone rang. She took a quick look. It was from Aunt Chen.
"Miss Song, I forgot to tell you. Last night you hugged the young master and cried. You also bit his shoulder. Make sure his shoulder doesn't get wet."
The hand holding the phone turned slightly white. Song Ge looked self - reproachful.
She raised her eyes and looked at his shoulder. It must have hurt a lot.
Zhai Cheng felt her intense gaze. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and joked, "Next time you can consider biting the other side."
Song Ge lowered her head in embarrassment, her fingers twirling. Her voice was soft. "I'm sorry." She always caused him trouble.
"Don't worry about it." Zhai Cheng didn't care. The corner of his mouth lifted. "I've been through worse than this."
Even though Zhai Cheng said so, Song Ge still felt guilty.
The car stopped steadily at the company gate. Song Ge quickly got out and entered the company, but her mind was still preoccupied with Zhai Cheng's wound.
She first went to the office and sorted out some documents. Zhai Cheng arrived shortly after. She stood up and said, "These are the documents needed for the meeting later."
"Okay." Zhai Cheng took them. His slender fingers accidentally brushed against Song Ge's.
A warm current quickly spread through her body. Song Ge quickly withdrew her hand and then sat down.
She stole glances at Zhai Cheng from the corner of her eye and noticed that he seemed a bit awkward when writing. It must be because of the wound. Song Ge felt even more guilty.
"Mr. Zhai, I..."
The door was pushed open. The assistant came in with some documents. "Boss, it's time for the meeting."
"Okay." Zhai Cheng straightened his clothes, glanced at Song Ge, and left the office.
Song Ge was left alone in the office. She wanted to focus on her work but couldn't stop thinking about the wound. So she went downstairs and bought some ointment from a nearby pharmacy.
When she returned to the office, Zhai Cheng hadn't come back yet.
Song Ge started to deal with the documents. She didn't know how much time had passed when the door was pushed open again. It was Zhai Cheng.
He had taken off his coat and was wearing a white shirt. He looked energetic.
But Song Ge noticed a trace of blood on his shirt.
"Your wound seems to be bleeding."
Zhai Cheng didn't care. His gaze was cold. "It's okay. I'll deal with it when I get back."
Song Ge walked up to Zhai Cheng. Looking self - reproachful, she sniffed and said, "I bought some medicine. Let me apply it for you."
"No need." Zhai Cheng refused again and continued to look through the documents. He knew how deep the wound on his shoulder was. If this woman saw it, she would blame herself to death.
But Song Ge didn't know what Zhai Cheng was thinking. She thought he didn't want her to touch him. "Then I'll leave the medicine here. You can apply it yourself." She sounded a bit sulky.
Zhai Cheng didn't notice Song Ge's mood change. He just replied indifferently with an "Um".
After a while, seeing that Zhai Cheng didn't do anything, Song Ge sighed. She walked over again and directly reached out to pull at his clothes.
Zhai Cheng was startled. He instinctively covered his clothes. "What are you doing?" His eyebrows were so tightly knitted that they could pinch a mosquito.
"Applying medicine for you." She said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Zhai Cheng pulled her hand away. "I said no need."
"It's nothing. I'm just applying some medicine for you." Song Ge nimbly dodged Zhai Cheng's hand and unbuttoned his clothes, revealing his chest muscles.
Song Ge suddenly felt the temperature around her rise. She shook her head to stop herself from having inappropriate thoughts.
"Ouch." Because Zhai Cheng insisted on not letting Song Ge take off his clothes, their movements were a bit rough, and it pulled at the wound.
Hearing Zhai Cheng's cry, Song Ge immediately stopped. Looking worried, she said, "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
She saw the wound on his shoulder oozing blood.
It was so serious.
Zhai Cheng was sitting, and Song Ge was standing in front of him. She lowered her head and gently blew on the wound, trying to relieve his pain.
A warm current spread through Zhai Cheng's body. He felt a tightening sensation and his Adam's apple bobbed.
Song Ge squeezed some ointment onto her hand and gently applied it to the wound. "It might hurt a bit." She tried to be as gentle as possible.
Zhai Cheng looked at the serious - looking woman in front of him. There was a nice smell in his nostrils. His body involuntarily moved closer to her.
"Does it hurt?"
Zhai Cheng nodded. Seeing her worried look, he found it both funny and heart - warming.
"Then I'll be gentler." Song Ge was extremely careful. She applied a bit of medicine and then gently blew on it, as if she were treating a precious treasure.
Because she was so focused on applying medicine to Zhai Cheng, Song Ge didn't realize how ambiguous their position was.
"Boss, this document..." The young assistant pushed open the door and saw Song Ge nestled in Zhai Cheng's arms, with his clothes in disarray. The assistant was completely stunned at the door.