Mr. Song, you have crossed the line.

Rong Zheng smiled and said, "Okay, I'll stay with you."

Half an hour later, at a dessert shop in a shopping mall.

Rong Zheng and Wei Shuyan sat by the window as the waiter placed items on the table: two desserts and two large cups of ice cream.

Wei Shuyan couldn't wait to scoop a spoonful of ice cream and put it in her mouth. The icy sensation made her squint her eyes in comfort. "Delicious! Sister Rong, you should try some!"

Rong Zheng looked at Wei Shuyan's adorable appearance and smiled slightly, "Okay."

After taking a few bites and suppressing her craving, Wei Shuyan looked at Rong Zheng with a gossipy expression, "Sister Rong, what do you think of Brother Shiyan?"

Rong Zheng paused slightly as she ate her ice cream. The image of her pinning Song Shiyan to the sofa flashed uncontrollably through her mind, and the tips of her ears turned red. But she quickly banished the image from her mind.

After thinking for a moment, he said seriously, "He's a good person, not as cold and unapproachable as the rumors say."

Wei Shuyan pouted and muttered, "He's not a good person at all, just a cunning old fox."

Rong Zheng didn't hear her clearly. "What did you say?"

Wei Shuyan shook her head, "It's nothing, as long as you think it's good."

What do you mean by "as long as she thinks it's good"?

I have a feeling that Wei Shuyan has misunderstood something.

Rong Zheng felt it was necessary to clarify, "Yan Ge is Tangtang's uncle, and Lu Peichuan also asked him to take good care of my mother and me. He is loyal and keeps his promises. After Tangtang and I came to Beijing, he did take good care of us, which is why I said he is a good person."

Wei Shuyan rested her chin on her hands, looking at Rong Zheng with great interest. "How did he take care of you and Tangtang?"

Rong Zheng said frankly, "He rented his house to me at a low price and bought Tangtang a lot of things—food, clothes, necessities, toys, everything. My uncle has really done a great job."

Wei Shuyan nodded, "Indeed." She had never seen Song Shiyan care so much about any other woman.

"Did he only start taking good care of you after he came to Beijing? What about before?" Wei Shuyan continued gossiping.

Before?

Rong Zheng thought for a moment and said, "It was fine before."

"Tell me more about it."

Rong Zheng looked at Wei Shuyan, whose eyes were shining, with a puzzled expression. "Why are you suddenly so interested in these things?"

Wei Shuyan chuckled twice. "We were just chatting. The main thing is that people don't have a good opinion of Brother Shiyan. I was a little curious when I heard you say that he's a good person, so I asked a few more questions."

Rong Zheng nodded. "I believe that seeing is believing, and hearing is deceiving. Rumors are not necessarily credible."

"Yes." Although Wei Shuyan was angry that Song Shiyan had schemed against her, she also knew how difficult his journey had been. What everyone saw was only the surface; who knew the real truth?

She put down her spoon, looked at Rong Zheng, and said, "Do you know why I was willing to help Shi Yan by pretending to be his girlfriend?"

"I heard the Song and Wei families are old friends?"

Wei Shuyan nodded, "Not only that, Grandma Shen and my grandma were very close friends. When they were young, they arranged a marriage between my sister and my brother Shi Yan. Later, my sister disappeared, and the marriage fell through."

Later, when I grew a bit older, both sets of parents wanted to arrange my sister's marriage for me, hoping to match me with Shi Yan. However, we weren't interested in each other, so the matter was put on hold again.

Rong Zheng hadn't expected there to be such a story. She suddenly remembered the envious and expectant look in Shen Qiuxian's eyes when she saw Tangtang, and couldn't help but say, "Old Madam Song is hoping that you and Yan Ge are already married. If she knew that you were lying to her, she would be heartbroken."

Wei Shuyan sighed, "I didn't want to lie to Grandma Shen either." The next moment, she looked at Rong Zheng, and the worry in her eyes instantly disappeared. "But it's okay, Grandma Shen will get her wish soon."

Rong Zheng didn't understand. "What do you mean?"

Wei Shuyan said mysteriously, "I can't tell you now, the time isn't right."

Rong Zheng smiled and kept Wei Shuyan in suspense. If Wei Shuyan didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't press her. Asking too many questions about the secrets of wealthy families wouldn't do her any good.

The two chatted for a while longer, then went shopping together, and had dinner together in the evening before Wei Shuyan took Rong Zheng back to Jinxiu Huating.

That evening, Lu Peichuan sent a video, saying he wanted to see Tangtang. He would send a video every few days, but Tangtang couldn't speak, so most of the time, it was just her and Lu Peichuan talking.

To be precise, Lu Peichuan did most of the talking. He would tell her about his recent situation, how busy he was at work, what projects he had taken on, or where he was going on business trips, etc.

In fact, Rong Zheng was not very willing to listen to him say these things. After all, the two were divorced, and there was no need for him to explain his daily life to her.

But he didn't say anything inappropriate, and he always looked at Tangtang first before chatting. After all, he was Tangtang's father, so she couldn't be too cold to him and could only keep up with the casual conversation.

After hanging up the video call, Rong Zheng played with Tangtang for a while. Her daughter is now over four months old and has already grown a little tooth. She can even chew on teething toys.

Afterwards, Xu Ma carried Tangtang back to her room to sleep.

After taking a shower, Rong Zheng called Luo Qinghe to inquire about the progress of the orphanage's renovation, chatted about their work and lives, and then read a book for a while before going to sleep.

In her sleep, she dreamt of her wedding night with Lu Peichuan.

She was drugged by Su Qingya, and her consciousness was impaired and her vision was blurred. She only vaguely remembered that the man on top of her had a very strong waist, and she hugged his tight waist, whimpering and crying.

The drugs made her want more, but her body was too exhausted to bear it any longer, and she wanted the man on top of her to stop.

This feeling of wanting but not being able to, wanting to stop but not being able to, was like being tormented by both ice and fire, pushing her to the brink of collapse.

Through her blurry vision, she saw the man's sexy V-line, and looking up, she saw his alluring abs. Gradually, her blurry vision cleared, and she could clearly see that he had eight-pack abs.

The lines were clear and symmetrical, and it was so beautiful that she couldn't resist reaching out to touch it. The feel of it made her love it.

Looking up, there are well-defined pectoral muscles. Why do these pectoral muscles look so familiar?

Looking further up, one sees the man's sensual Adam's apple, sharp and smooth jawline, thin and aloof lips that exude coldness, a high and straight nose, deep and mysterious eyes, and slightly protruding and sharp brow bones.

This face...

It was Song Shiyan!

Rong Zheng suddenly woke up, sat up abruptly in bed, and turned to look out the window. It was already daylight.

It was just a dream.

How did the man whose face I could never see become Song Shiyan?

The person she was with that night was clearly Lu Peichuan.

She even dreamt that she and Song Shiyan had a huge, chaotic relationship...

How could you have such an absurd dream?

Could it be because she's been celibate for too long and is now longing for a man?

No, no, no, I can't think of Song Shiyan. He's Lu Peichuan's older brother, Tangtang's uncle, and the high-ranking and prestigious head of the Song Group.

She must have accidentally seen Song Shiyan's chest and abdominal muscles yesterday, which is why he appeared in her dreams last night.

Yes, that must be it.

Even though it was just a dream, Rong Zheng felt extremely ashamed. She covered her burning cheeks and rushed into the bathroom, turning on the tap and repeatedly washing her face with cold water, trying to extinguish the inexplicable heat in her heart.