Mr. Song, you have crossed the line.

"Yes, but when he found out you went to a dinner party, he stayed with Tangtang for a while and then left."

Song Shiyan said last night that he would change her dressing every day from now on, so he should be the one to change her dressing.

Rong Zheng hung up the phone and returned to her seat. She realized that she really couldn't understand Song Shiyan.

He remained completely unfazed, spending the entire night alone with her in a room, holding hands with her. In the morning, to avoid Duan Yunshu, he lay in the same bed with her, even embracing her, and he remained calm.

This clearly shows that he doesn't like her.

If a man likes a woman, it's impossible for him to remain unresponsive after intimate contact with her.

But if he doesn't like her, why is he so considerate towards her?

They changed her dressing and even sent her a message reminding her not to drink alcohol because of her injuries...

"Director Rong."

Rong Zheng snapped out of her daze and looked at Xia Yu beside her. "What's wrong?"

"What are you thinking about, so lost in thought?"

"It's nothing."

"The food is ordered. Is it alright?" Xia Yu handed the order tablet to Rong Zheng.

Rong Zheng glanced at the tablet briefly, then handed it to the waiter to serve the food. She then sent Song Shiyan a message: 【Understood.】

After dinner, Gong Yuzhen invited everyone to go sing karaoke.

Since everyone else was going, Rong Zheng didn't want to spoil the fun by leaving halfway, so she had no choice but to go along.

It was past eleven o'clock when we came out of the KTV.

Rong Zheng returned to Jinxiu Huating around midnight. The neighborhood was quiet, and most people had turned off their lights and gone to sleep.

As she reached the entrance to the building, the headlights of a car behind her suddenly turned on, and several beams of light shone towards her.

She turned around, the lights were too bright, and she instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes.

The car lights went out the next instant.

Rong Zheng then noticed that Song Shiyan's black Rolls-Royce was parked in a parking space not far away. The next moment, the driver's side door opened, and Song Shiyan got out of the car. In the night, the tall and handsome man walked towards her under the moonlight.

Song Shiyan approached Rong Zheng. "Why are you back so late?"

"I went to karaoke with my colleagues after dinner."

Song Shiyan nodded slightly. "Let's go."

Rong Zheng was a little confused. "Where to?"

"I'll come upstairs to apply the medicine for you." After saying this, Song Shiyan lifted his foot and walked into the stairwell.

Rong Zheng stood there, stunned.

She thought that since he had come once and she wasn't there, he wouldn't come again. She never expected that he would come again so late at night.

Seeing that Rong Zheng hadn't followed, Song Shiyan turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Rong Zheng snapped out of her daze, shook her head, and followed him. "When did you get here?"

Song Shiyan said calmly, "It's been a while."

How long is "a while"?

Has it been half an hour, or an hour?

Rong Zheng remembered that he had just asked her why she came back so late. Could it be that he guessed when she finished eating and came over?

Doesn't that mean we've been here for several hours?

"How long is 'a while'?"

Song Shiyan turned to look at Rong Zheng, then pursed his lips and remained silent.

The more he acted this way, the more she wanted to know the answer. "Did you arrive at ten o'clock?"

Song Shiyan glanced at Rong Zheng again. "No."

"Nine o'clock?"

Song Shiyan slightly raised his chin and pointed ahead, "The elevator is here." Then he put his hand next to the elevator door, clearly indicating that she should go in first.

Rong Zheng entered the elevator.

Song Shiyan then entered and pressed the button.

The two stood side by side in the elevator.

Rong Zheng was still preoccupied with what had just happened. "Was it nine o'clock?"

Song Shiyan hadn't expected Rong Zheng to be so persistent about this matter, and his voice was somewhat helpless as he said, "Eight o'clock."

Upon hearing this, Rong Zheng's heart began to race.

He arrived at eight o'clock, and it's almost twelve o'clock now, nearly four hours. He actually waited here for her for four hours just to apply medicine to her.

He was the head of the Song Group, and time was more precious to him than money. Moreover, when he saw her, he didn't utter a single complaint, nor did he show the slightest impatience.

If she hadn't insisted on asking, he wouldn't have even planned to tell her that he had been waiting for her here for so long.

"You didn't need to waste so much time waiting for me here."

"It's not a waste."

Rong Zheng turned to look at Song Shiyan. The man was looking at her with deep eyes and a serious expression. These were not just polite words, but heartfelt words from the bottom of his heart.

My heart started racing again.

Rong Zheng hurriedly looked away.

"You don't need to feel guilty; I'm a person of my word."

A deep male voice sounded beside him.

He was telling her not to overthink it; he was only waiting so late today because he had promised to apply medicine for her yesterday.

Rong Zheng suddenly felt that her earlier panic was somewhat of a joke. "I understand."

The elevator then arrived at the 15th floor.

The two stepped out of the elevator one after the other.

Rong Zheng entered the password to enter the room. Xu Ma was already asleep, and a dimly lit small hole lamp was on in the living room.

She brought Song Shiyan home in the middle of the night; if Xu Ma saw her... I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to explain herself.

Rong Zheng looked at Song Shiyan, who entered the room afterward, and whispered, "Be quiet, don't disturb Tangtang's sleep."

"Um."

The two changed their shoes and went straight into Rong Zheng's bedroom.

When Rong Zheng entered the room, she felt like she was sneaking around, as if she were having a secret rendezvous with a man behind Xu Ma's back.

What are you thinking about?

Rong Zheng quickly dismissed the thought.

"Where is the first-aid kit?" Song Shiyan asked.

"It's in the living room. Please have a seat, I'll go get it."

"Um."

A moment later, Rong Zheng came in with a first-aid kit.

Song Shiyan took the first-aid kit. "Go take a shower first, then apply the medicine."

"It's too late, let's apply the medicine first?"

"Taking a shower will easily wet the wound, so applying medicine now is pointless."

Makes sense.

"Then wait for me a moment, I'll try to be as fast as I can."

"No rush."

Rong Zheng quickly grabbed her pajamas and went into the bathroom. She had just taken off her top when there was a knock on the door. She was startled, and then Song Shiyan's voice came from outside the door, "There are no dressings or anti-inflammatory ointment in the first-aid kit. I'll go buy some. You can take your time washing."

Rong Zheng wanted to say that it was too late to bother, and that she could just disinfect it with iodine and buy more tomorrow, but before she could speak, she heard the sound of a man's footsteps leaving outside the door.

Her heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

Don't overthink it; he's just a man of his word.

After Rong Zheng finished showering and drying her hair, she came out. Song Shiyan had not yet returned. She sat quietly on the edge of the bed, recalling the evil deeds those two men had committed against her that day.

During the day, when she has free time and in a safe environment, she will consciously make herself think about that matter.

By gradually recalling and revisiting trauma-related clues, her emotions gradually became desensitized, and she was no longer controlled by intense fear. This allowed her nightmares at night to slowly subside.

When she heard a slight noise outside, Rong Zheng immediately composed herself, exhaled softly, and calmed her racing heartbeat caused by the memories.

Soon Song Shiyan pushed the door open and came in. He sat down next to Rong Zheng.

Rong Zheng didn't act coy. She turned her back to him and took the initiative to lift the hem of her clothes.

In the dead of night, all was quiet, silence permeated the air, and there was an ambiguous atmosphere that was hard to define.

The injury to my back was treated quickly.

Rong Zheng unbuttoned a few buttons on her pajamas and pulled them down to reveal one shoulder.

Even though they had met yesterday, Song Shiyan's eyes darkened upon seeing her fair and smooth shoulders and neck. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he looked away, focusing on treating his wound.

A slight noise came from outside.

Rong Zheng was slightly taken aback.

Song Shiyan's hand movements also paused slightly.

The next moment, Rong Zheng realized something, but before she could react, Xu Ma had already appeared at the door.