The green camphor tree has a deep view

Wen Qing pursed her trembling lips and was unable to speak for a long time. She felt that she was suffocated by Song Jingshen's aggressive aura. Her eyes were filled with moisture and her eye circles were slightly red.

"You'll just act pitiful." Song Jingshen's eyes flickered for a moment, his fingers loosened her jaw, lifted up the hair that fell by her ears, leaned over, hooked his lips and whispered, "You're begging for mercy on the bed, are you hooking me?"

Wen Qing's face flushed immediately, and her voice trembled with anger: "I didn't..."

"Nothing?" Song Jingshen sat up straight and glanced at her leisurely, as if he was teasing a little rabbit.

"I'm not as mean as you think!" Wen Qing tried to hold back the tears in her eyes, sniffed, and choked up, "I know what a trap looks like. If you let me go, even if you set a date for the end and give me a little hope, I won't ask Song Weiming for help."

"You asked him for help?" Song Jingshen's face was half hidden in the shadow of the ceiling light, and his emotions could not be seen.

Wen Qing looked up at him and said seriously, "As long as you are willing to end this relationship, I will act as if nothing happened, not mention it to anyone, and will not cause you any trouble. If you don't want to see me, I can also leave Jiangcheng. Mr. Song promised me that as long as he doesn't destroy your marriage, he can help me find a place to continue my studies."

Song Jingshen sneered, "Don't believe me, believe him. Has your brain been eaten by a dog? Who is he, Song Weiming, to help you for no reason?"

He glanced at Wen Qing's pale face, relaxed and leaned back in his chair, and said casually: "What conditions did you agree to? Tell me."

"..." Wen Qing said nothing. It was as if a bucket of ice water was poured into her head, freezing her thoughts and leaving only dead silence.

"Are you afraid to say it, or is it inconvenient to say it?" Song Jingshen reached out and took her hand, slowly stroking her fingers, as if to comfort her, and as if to seduce her, "Don't worry, I won't let him know, this is a secret between us."

"He...he didn't put forward any conditions." Wen Qing tried to calm down, but her voice was hoarse. "But if you can't get married on time, he will hold me responsible."

"Oh," Song Jingshen chuckled and said disapprovingly, "What can he do to you? Kill you? Or throw you into the deep mountains and forests so that I can never find you?"

"..."

"Since the day he brought your aunt to the old house, I have never thought about marriage." Song Jingshen leaned back in his chair, put Wen Qing's hand on his knee, and patted it gently, "Do you understand that kind of disgust?"

Wen Qing looked at him in surprise, then lowered her head: "I'm sorry..."

"What does it have to do with you?" Song Jingshen chuckled, his tone surprisingly gentle, "Now that things have come to this, I should thank him. If he hadn't brought Zhou Wen back to the old house, how would I have had the chance to meet you?"

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment: What was he talking about? Was he confessing his love to her? Or was he using this to ridicule her?

Just when she was at a loss, Song Jingshen took her hand and said solemnly: "Even if it's a marriage, I have never considered Gu Jia, let alone now. Wen Qing, I only like you, and I will only marry a woman I like, so you have to be prepared."

Wen Qing raised her head suddenly and stared at him blankly. After a while, she remembered that she was afraid. She opened her mouth but no words came out.

"Don't worry, I will take care of everything for you." Song Jingshen raised her hand, put it to his lips and kissed it gently.

Wen Qing looked at him blankly and lost consciousness in an instant, as if the hand belonged to someone else.

She slowly pulled her hand out and said softly, "I'm hungry."

Song Jingshen glanced at her, leaned over and pressed the silver bell on the table, and soon there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Song Jingshen raised his voice slightly, his tone still casual, as if the confession just now had never happened.

"Hello, this is the dish you ordered." The waiter brought a large plate of food to the table and asked with a smile, "Do you need my help grilling it?"

"No need." Song Jingshen said.

"Okay, enjoy your meal. If you need anything, just ring the bell." After the waiter said this, he skillfully turned on the power of the grill and quietly left the room.

While the baking tray was getting hot, Song Jingshen didn't wait for Wen Qing to do anything. He picked up the scissors and tongs, cut the steak into bite-sized pieces, and put them into the baking tray one by one.

The marbled beef lay on a smooth baking tray, sizzling with oil. After a while, it was turned over with tongs, revealing its golden tiger-skin patterns and a burnt aroma.

"Dip it in this bowl of sauce. This is their unique secret sauce." Song Jingshen put the fried steak on the plate in front of Wen Qing, inspected the remaining ingredients with interest, and then picked up a lobster, as if explaining to her, "Put this at the end and eat it with fried rice."

Wen Qing picked up the steak cubes from the plate, hesitated for a moment, and put them into her mouth. After chewing for a while, the fat mixed with the aroma of meat immediately filled her mouth.

"How is it?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the sizzling steak on the grill, "Should we order the next one medium rare?"

"...Okay." Wen Qing stared at the remaining grease on the plate and responded mechanically.

Song Jingshen couldn't help but feel in a good mood.

He suddenly revealed his true colors just now, and she was obviously scared, but she did not reject him, nor did she run away in fear, which shows that she did not reject him and she trusted him in her heart.

Just give her some time to adjust and she will accept her new identity.

In this way, he grilled and she ate, and soon a piece of steak was finished.

"You...you don't want to eat?" Wen Qing asked him timidly.

When had she ever seen him so good-tempered? In the past, when she had dinner with him, he would get angry at the slightest disagreement, and his mood was changeable, which made her confused.

"I'll wait for the wine to arrive before eating." Song Jingshen said in a light tone, his face relaxed, as if he had no worries at all, and only had her in his heart, "Do you want to drink too?"

Wen Qing shook her head and continued to eat the beef on the plate. She knew that red wine and barbecue were a perfect match, but she was not in the mood to enjoy it. All she could think about was what he had just said.

Just then, Xing Lu pushed the door open carrying a decanter and a wine glass: "Ah? You have all started?" She looked stunned.

"She's hungry." Song Jingshen said as a matter of course.

"..." Xing Lu was silent for a moment, then walked to the table, poured the red wine into the glass, and said, "This wine needs to be decanted. I don't know how long it will take. I'll ask the waiter here to watch it until it's done before bringing it over. Did I delay you?"

"She can't drink alcohol, she can only eat food. I haven't eaten yet, and I'm waiting for your wine." Song Jingshen smiled brightly.

Xing Lu was stunned for a second, then she smiled and held a glass of red wine in front of Song Jingshen, then she bent over to Wen Qing and asked quietly, "Is he okay?"

Wen Qing shook her head and looked at her with a hint of sadness between her brows: "He's fine."

All the troubles are hers, nothing will ever happen to him.