Chapter 844 Warmth Like Spring

gh he didn't want to acknowledge the truth.Su Huanhuan bitterly smiled: "Indeed, my brother knows me best. 'Tonight I am an ordinary farmer in the fields, tomorrow morning I ascend to the Imperial Hal...Chapter 844: Warm Like Spring

He actually claimed to be a big bad wolf

Song Haixing held back her anger. Even though Wang Zheng was beating and scolding her now, she had no right to retort; her life was in someone else's hands. What more could she hope for

"What exactly do you want" Song Haixing bit the corner of her lip: "As long as it doesn't become public, I'll do anything you ask."

"Anything at all" Wang Zheng’s words seemed to carry a deeper meaning, and his lips curled into a teasing smile.

Looking at Wang Zheng's gaze, Song Haixing felt like she had caught onto hope. She lowered her head, looking at the front of her chest; it was only recently augmented, now appearing snow white and magnificent. She believed that this would have quite an allure to men.

Of course, Song Haixing only decided to undergo such surgery because of Wang Zheng. If not for him publicly cutting her straps in front of everyone, exposing her silicone breast pads, she wouldn't have had the idea of getting a boob job.

Song Haixing raised her head again and regained some confidence: "Yes, I'll do anything you want, including myself."

"Including yourself" Wang Zheng's mocking gaze instantly turned into disdain. "To be honest, I really have no interest in the Second Miss Song who has had abortions; I still want to live for a few more years and don't wish to die young from any illness."

"You..."

Wang Zheng's words were extremely vicious, but Song Haixing had to endure them. She was so angry that she felt her face turn red, as if she would spit blood.

"Now, do you agree to find a room and chat privately for a while" Wang Zheng smiled slightly.

"Okay." Song Haixing nodded. She had no other choice now.

Two hours later, when Wang Zheng got up to leave, the expression on Song Haixing's face in the private room was desolate.

Her complexion was ashen; she didn't look like her smug self from before anymore.

The man’s conditions were akin to those of a devil, leaving her no bargaining power. Yes, starting today, she had made a deal with the devil and sold her soul!

Exiting the bar, Wang Zheng opened the car door. Song Ziyè was sitting in the front passenger seat; today's events had scared her quite a bit. Any ordinary girl would have been visibly shaken, but luckily, she was mentally tougher, though her mood wasn't great.

Seeing Wang Zheng sit down, Song Ziyè immediately asked: "What did you talk about"

"Let's discuss it while we're driving," Wang Zheng sighed at the sight of Song Ziyè’s anxious expression before starting the car.

Song Ziyè still showed consideration for her sister even now, and indeed, who could bring themselves to be so ruthless

"I only slapped her; considering the offense, this is already the lightest punishment." Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes. Although Song Haixing wasn't intelligent, she had a wicked heart, and setting her free this time was risky—she might turn around and bite him.

“I know you definitely negotiated some terms with her,” said Song Ziyè compassionately. “But I hope to give her a chance to correct her mistakes; after all, she’s still so young.”

"Being young doesn't mean you can make mistakes; that's not an excuse," Wang Zheng shook his head. As a bystander, he could see through Song Haixing's true nature more clearly from his perspective.

In fact, the most terrifying thing is such foolish women who, despite having no scheming heart, insist on acting as if they are very cunning, thinking too simplistically about consequences and being fearless, capable of doing anything.

"Where should we go now Should I take you home"

"Let's go to Qiao Chuannan; I don't want to go back home," Song Ziyue leaned his head against the car window, his voice filled with indescribable fatigue. "Can you stay with me tonight"

"Sure."

As the year-end approached, there were fewer and fewer vehicles on the streets of Beijing; people who had been drifting in the city rushed to return home by train. For them, getting together with family for just a few days every year was truly difficult.

With less traffic on the road, Wang Zheng drove quickly; it wasn't long before they reached Qiao Chuannan's building.

Song Ziyue's private room was at the top floor. Several months ago, Wang Zheng had engaged in a whole night battle with Song Ziyue on this rooftop's personal swimming pool, from the water to inflatable rafts and the shore, watching Beijing's night view while battling; that extremely passionate and intense scene was still vivid in his mind. Unfortunately, due to the cold weather, the swimming pool had been drained of water.

"I'm tired, can you hold me while we sleep tonight" Song Ziyue rarely acted like a little girl. "Don't let go all night."

Wang Zheng nodded and then shook his head: "I promise I won’t do anything beastly; holding such a beautiful lady, I could only be worse than an animal."

Wang Zheng understood that after this huge change, Song Ziyue definitely wasn't in the mood for such things. What he was doing was just easing the atmosphere and trying to create a bit of relaxed air.

Upon entering Song Ziyè's suite, Wang Zheng couldn't help but recall the first time he and Song Ziyè checked into a room in a small town on the northwest border. It had been so long ago. The room was warm, and Song Ziyè took off his overcoat to reveal a Vassar professional suit underneath.

"Are you trying to seduce me with that uniform" Song Ziyè's figure was irresistible under the lights, causing Wang Zheng to comment involuntarily.

"I'm going to take a shower first." Song Ziyè glanced at Wang Zheng; somehow, he and she were destined to be foes, yet she still wanted to get closer to him, much closer.

Wang Zheng didn't do anything despicable while Song Ziyè was in the shower. He actually refrained from entering the bathroom for a change, perhaps wanting to give her space to regain composure and recover.

By the time Song Ziyè had finished her shower, more than half an hour had passed. She came out wearing a simple white nightgown with red-rimmed eyes, indicating that she had been crying earlier.

Seeing this, Wang Zheng couldn't help but sigh. Everyone has their vulnerable spots in their hearts, and Song Ziyè was no exception. The wounds caused by such hurt would take time to heal.

"You should also go wash up. I'm going to bed."

Wang Zheng could only watch as Song Ziyè, clad in nothing but a nightgown, curled into the blankets.

Males typically shower quickly; five minutes later, Wang Zheng emerged from the bathroom. He couldn't stay too long there because, yes, this bathroom had just been used by Song Ziyè. There were her intimate garments left in the basket next to the wall. Another man would likely have bled profusely at such a sight.

After drying off, Wang Zheng wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out. Song Ziyè was reclining against the headboard, her gaze like flowing water. Despite the cold wind outside, the room felt warm and cozy.someone as inferior as you" The real name of Hunter was Zhang Xuan, his English name was Mixter, hence the nickname. Seeing Su Wanwan’s slightly embarrassed look, he glanced at Wang Zheng and then chu...