A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

Although she had agreed in her heart, Meng Zhixue didn't nod her head so easily.

She looked at Xie Lingfeng warily with her almond-shaped eyes, then added, "I only kissed you once, and it didn't last more than five minutes."

"You either agree or you don't."

Xie Lingfeng was stunned.

He was prepared to be ridiculed and even slapped, or even several times, because his request was quite shameless.

He wanted her to kiss him first, even a French kiss or something...

To his surprise, she actually agreed. Although there were conditions, it still filled him with ecstatic joy.

Does this mean she doesn't dislike him that much anymore?

Xie Lingfeng's Adam's apple bobbed for a moment, and he couldn't help but take a step closer. When he looked down at her, his long, narrow phoenix eyes were burning with intensity.

"Wait, wait!" Meng Zhixue called out first, "Listen to what I need your help with."

Xie Lingfeng clenched his fist to his lips, cleared his throat, and tried to appear less impatient: "Okay, go ahead."

Meng Zhixue said, "I'd like to ask you to help me investigate Qingyu's husband, Zhao Mingyuan, to see if he's been doing anything wrong outside, and what the real reason he wants a divorce is. Can you help me?"

"Why are you investigating this?" Xie Lingfeng asked, puzzled and displeased. "Meng Zhixue, wake up! Why are you more interested in someone you just met than in me? I really suspect you're attracted to women!"

Meng Zhixue was truly speechless. What was going on in this person's head?

She asked impatiently, "...Just tell me if you agree or not."

"I agree!" Xie Lingfeng replied immediately.

They were afraid that if they were even a second late, the opportunity would be gone.

Meng Zhixue added, "This matter not only needs to be investigated thoroughly with sufficient evidence, but you also need to keep it a secret from me. No one can know that I asked you to investigate."

"No problem!" Xie Lingfeng replied, then urged, "Are you finished?"

Meng Zhixue: "..."

Of course she knew what he meant.

Fine.

Her clean, beautiful almond-shaped eyes looked at the handsome, wicked man in front of her. She tiptoed slightly and reached out to hook her arm around his neck.

It looked like she was about to kiss him, but the next second, she withdrew her hand.

"What are you doing? Continue!" Xie Lingfeng's eyes widened immediately, and he grabbed her hand and placed it back on his neck. "You're not thinking of backing out, are you? No way!"

"..." Meng Zhixue was speechless, looking at him as if he were an idiot, and said helplessly, "I just want to go somewhere else."

Xie Lingfeng was unwilling and asked three times in a row, "Why change the location? French kissing doesn't require taking off clothes, why do we have to pick a particular place? Isn't hospital play just as good?"

Meng Zhixue had just begun to have a better impression of him, but upon hearing this, she wanted to give him another beating.

"Big brother!" she said, exasperated. "I was thinking, how about we sit on the sofa? Hmm, that would be more convenient..."

Convenient? Xie Lingfeng thought for a moment about what wasn't convenient, then glanced at Meng Zhixue's head and compared it to his own height, and immediately understood.

"Tsk, shorty!" He chuckled, bent down, grabbed her waist, and lifted her up in his arms.

Meng Zhixue exclaimed in surprise and instinctively patted his shoulder: "Xie Lingfeng, what are you trying to do?"

Xie Lingfeng let out another muffled laugh.

He really wanted to say that cliché, but one he had wanted to say for a long time, but he held back and didn't.

He strode over to the sofa, picked her up, and sat heavily on the beige leather sofa, adjusting her position so that she straddled him.

He arrogantly raised his chin and urged again, "Come on, hurry up."

Meng Zhixue blushed and took a deep breath; she was truly speechless.

How come this person acts so wildly?

They were so anxious, jumping around like monkeys, they were practically pounding their chests and yelling.

It's just a French kiss, is it really necessary to get so worked up?

She straddled Xie Lingfeng's lap, and the height difference between the two was reversed at that moment.

Looking down at Xie Lingfeng, she saw his dark, bright phoenix eyes, his high nose bridge, and his thin lips.

Her gaze fell on his prominent Adam's apple. He seemed unable to bear the weight of her gaze; his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his narrow phoenix eyes darkened as he stared intently at her.

Unable to contain her curiosity, Meng Zhixue looked into his eyes and tapped his Adam's apple with one finger.

Sure enough, I saw his eyes change again, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Meng Zhixue!" Xie Lingfeng said in a hoarse voice, grabbing her hand as if to tell her not to do anything bad.

"Mm," Meng Zhixue replied casually.

But in my heart I was thinking: ...So this is the perspective of the controller?

In her past life, she had many relationships, but as a canary, she was inherently vulnerable. She always passively received men's kisses and deep love, constantly telling herself not to refuse, and never taking the initiative.

This feeling was also novel to her.

She found it quite amusing to see Xie Lingfeng, who was usually arrogant and domineering, tense up and breathe heavily at her slightest touch.

But she still remembered what she had to do.

She cupped Xie Lingfeng's face in her hands, lowered her head slightly, and pressed her cool lips against his.

Hearing a muffled groan of unbearable discomfort from him, she had an idea and tried gently taking his lower lip into her mouth.

When he involuntarily opened his lips, she hesitated for a moment, then, imitating the way the men had done before, she delved into his mouth and entwined her tongue with his, gently sucking and kissing him.

Her kiss was very light, completely different from Xie Lingfeng's fierce and urgent kiss.

But her gentle, slow movements only made people feel restless and itchy, wishing they could exert more effort for her.

Xie Lingfeng leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed, wanting to help her a little more.

But he didn't move.

On the one hand, he wasn't stupid. He knew that if he "took the initiative," he wouldn't be able to enjoy Meng Zhixue's initiative, and he might even get slapped.

On the other hand, he was also stunned by the kiss.

Is it really that enjoyable to be kissed, even though it's both kissing?

His scalp tingled from the kiss, like a broken robot, his body throbbing with electricity, wanting nothing more than to submit to her lips, tongue, and fingertips, begging for her favor.

All his life experience came from Meng Zhixue, but before, every time he was intimate with her, it was because he forced her, afraid that she would push him away. Every time, he kissed her very fiercely.

He never imagined that one day he would be gently kissed by her while her face was cupped in his hands...

I never even dared to dream of such a thing!

In those inappropriate and wildly arrogant dreams, he would always grab her and love her fiercely, while she would cry and curse him, slapping him across the face until he was in excruciating pain.

However much he liked it.

Even this kiss eventually comes to an end.

Noticing that Meng Zhixue's lips were about to leave, he subconsciously pressed down on her back with one hand, wanting to pull her back to him. But when he met her clean and beautiful almond eyes, he subconsciously softened his grip, afraid of crushing her.

Meng Zhixue reminded him, "President Xie, I've been pretty good to you. Five minutes are up."

Xie Lingfeng: "..."

He was breathing heavily when he went to check the time on the wall clock... He had been cunning before kissing her, making sure to remember the start time.

Damn, she actually kissed him for a full five minutes, and she even gave him a few extra seconds as a favor.

Having confirmed that the time was not a problem, he turned to look at Meng Zhixue and saw that her eyes were clear and her expression was no different from usual; at most, she no longer rejected him.

In that kiss just now, he was the only one who was infatuated and lost in the moment.

He has only one thought in his mind right now: if he performs well in the future, will he have such an opportunity again?

If she doesn't give it to him, then he'll have no choice but to take it.