The green camphor tree has a deep view

"What if I don't let you go?" he asked in a deep voice.

"What?" Wen Qing looked at him in surprise, her eyes wet, like a lost deer.

"I told you, what will happen to you if I don't let you go?" Song Jingshen lowered his eyes and stared at her. His eyes were dark and his emotions could not be seen.

Wen Qing was silent for a while, then slowly said, "No, Mr. Song, you don't seem like someone who can't let go."

"What about you? Are you able to let it go?" He pressed on, his tone somewhat unhappy, "If I let go for a moment, will you run away the first time?"

Wen Qing looked at him in surprise, opened her mouth, and swallowed her words.

What do you mean?

He has let go of her, can't she run away?

What the hell is he thinking?

At this time, the waiter's soft voice came from outside the door:

"Mr. Song, your girlfriend's chicken noodle soup is ready. Shall we bring it in now?"

"Okay." Song Jingshen responded loudly.

The waiter came in and when he saw the posture of the two people, he immediately put his eyes on the nose and nose on the heart. He quickly brought the noodles to the table, put a bowl of wontons in front of Song Jingshen, and left quietly.

Wen Qing turned her head away uncomfortably and said softly, "I'm going to eat noodles, can you let me go?"

She saw the embarrassed look on the waiter's face just now.

The window paper was suddenly punctured, and her ugly act of giving herself to others was seen through. Her dignity was completely destroyed and could not be restored.

Moists welled up in her eyes, but the man had no intention of letting go and seemed to be leisurely watching her laugh.

She thought she could get relief sooner if she went along with him, but she seemed to have underestimated the difficulty of this matter.

He is too powerful in every aspect. In this relationship, he doesn't have to care about her feelings and can do whatever he wants.

If this goes on, even if he keeps his promise, can she hold on until the day he lets her go?

What's more, what can she do to him if he doesn't keep his promise?

He was engaged, and the interests of the Gu and Song families were involved. She didn't want to be cannon fodder in the fight between the wealthy families, nor did she want to follow in her aunt's footsteps and become the Song family's mistress.

There is no money to be made, but once she commits herself to someone and loses her independence and dignity, no amount of money can bring them back, and her life will be over.

Wen Qing felt a slight chill on her back, and the pair of large hands on her waist felt like shackles, making her anxious and fearful.

How great would it be if someone could help her?

She sighed softly, and Fang Ziming's face suddenly flashed through her mind.

Fang Ziming wants something from her, and his stance is opposed to Song Jingshen.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Even if she couldn't see all of Fang Ziming's intentions, she could at least negotiate terms with him.

For example, she helped him get the Song family's business secrets, and he helped her get rid of Song Jingshen...

"What are you thinking about again?"

A low voice suddenly came from above her head. Wen Qing raised her head and met his dark and deep eyes.

"How are you going to leave me?"

Wen Qing's expression was shocked and speechless.

Can this man read minds?

She didn't say a word, so how did he see through it?

"Don't just think about useless things." Song Jingshen patted her soft waist and said softly, "It's better to get your waist healed as soon as possible and please me happily."

Wen Qing understood immediately, her face flushed instantly, and she whispered, "My waist is fine, Mr. Song, don't worry."

"You groan when you change positions, and you still say it's okay?" Song Jingshen pinched her lightly, "You can't do anything, just talk tough."

Wen Qing blushed all the way to her neck, and she could no longer speak. She was silent for two seconds, but her stomach growled, as if in a weak protest.

"Let's eat noodles." Song Jingshen held her waist steadily and half-hugged her to stand up, "Drink more soup to warm your body."

Wen Qing was carried by her around the table and sat in a high-back chair.

As soon as I sat down, the rich aroma of chicken soup hit me.

"Don't you want to eat?" Wen Qing looked up and asked.

He stood aside and looked down at her, with no intention of leaving:

"You eat first, I eat fast."

"Okay." Wen Qing was so hungry that she stopped being polite to him. She lowered her head, picked up the noodles in the bowl, and started eating them in big mouthfuls.

Seeing how deliciously she was eating, Song Jingshen curled his lips slightly: "Eat more, you are too thin, and another ten pounds will be just right."

Wen Qing: “…”

He really knows how to talk.

If gaining another ten pounds is just fine, then gaining another twenty pounds would be bad, wouldn’t it?

Thinking of this, Wen Qing buried her head and started eating.

As long as he can dislike me, what does it matter if I gain some weight?

She has never been concerned about her image. Instead, she feels that her face is the source of all her troubles.

"Eat slowly. You can't become fat in one day." Song Jingshen said, "If you really gain weight, I will definitely watch you and ask you to lift weights to lose weight."

"Ahem..." Wen Qing choked, hurriedly picked up the porcelain spoon and took a sip of the soup.

"I don't want to... I don't want to lift weights."

She is most afraid of exercise.

The 800-meter long-distance run in physical education class is already her limit.

If possible, she would rather use her brain intensively than do boring exercise, which is simply a torture for her.

"Don't like sports?" Song Jingshen sat back in the chair, scooped up a wonton and slowly put it into his mouth.

"Yeah." Wen Qing nodded rapidly.

"That shouldn't be the case." Song Jingshen smiled faintly, "You have good endurance in bed, your movements are coordinated, and your flexibility is excellent..."

"I'm not talking about that kind of exercise." Wen Qing blushed and lowered her head, not wanting to look at him.

"What kind of sport is that?" He teased her intentionally, "Or do you want to change the venue and try something more intense?"

Wen Qing closed her eyes and gently put down her chopsticks.

This meal is unbearable.

"Mr. Song, my main job is to accompany you to do that kind of exercise, right?" She looked up at him with a serious expression.

"What do you want to say?"

"I only have one bottom line: not getting pregnant," she said word by word, "the rest is up to you."

"You don't have to discuss the details with me, and you don't have to consider my feelings. I will cooperate with whatever you like."

After saying that, she continued to eat her noodles with a calm expression, as if she was talking about someone else's business.

"Are you sure?" The man looked at her with dark eyes.

"Yes." Wen Qing swallowed a mouthful of noodles and said softly, "You are the leader of this relationship. I will put myself in the right position and try my best to cooperate."

"As for my bottom line, I believe you can accept it. If I get pregnant, it will at best affect your experience in bed, at worst disrupt your life rhythm, and even cause misunderstandings. It's really unnecessary."

Completely calm analysis, without a trace of emotion.

What was she doing? Negotiating with him?

"Even if you are pregnant, I will take responsibility. There will be no trouble, let alone misunderstanding." He said coldly, "It should be you who is afraid of trouble, Miss Wen."

"Once you get pregnant, you won't be able to get rid of me, so you use this as your bottom line."

"Are you afraid that I'm irresponsible, or are you afraid that I'm too responsible?"

The layers of questioning forced Wen Qing into a dead end.

She gritted her teeth, looked up into his dark and deep eyes, and said with courage:

"I just don't want to drag down innocent people."

"It's best for our affairs, whether right or wrong, to end between you and me, without involving anyone else, including innocent lives."

"Besides the pregnancy, I also hope that you can protect this relationship and not make me a target of public criticism."

"Of course, you have no obligation to protect me, and I have no right to ask you to. The above is just my unilateral wish. You can pretend that I didn't say anything."