The green camphor tree has a deep view

"Are you cold?" Seeing her shivering with her shoulders hunched, Gu Huaiyuan wanted to take off his suit jacket.

"No, it's not cold." Wen Qing held his arm, paused, and asked another question, "Since you knew she wouldn't accept it, why did you still..."

Gu Huaiyuan stopped unbuttoning his coat, thought for a while, and said, "Maybe it's an obsession that she can't get, just like her attitude towards the Song family."

"She has given up on the Song family!" Wen Qing held his arm and spoke earnestly, "She has really given up. On the day of moving, she even refused to take Song Jingshen's car."

"Depth of Field went to pick you up?" Gu Huaiyuan was a little surprised.

"Well...he came to the hospital to see his wounds, met Zhu Yu and the others, and helped them."

Gu Huaiyuan didn't say anything else, as if he was thinking about something.

"If she completely lets go of the Song family, will you marry her?" Wen Qing pressed on. For some reason, she always felt that her aunt was not a woman who could live alone, and that she would marry another man sooner or later.

If she wanted to marry, why not choose someone who loved her? Besides, Gu Huaiyuan was so good that he could make up for the harm the Song family had brought her.

"It's meaningless to assume that we have to wait until she lets go. Besides," Gu Huaiyuan paused and said lightly, "I can't guarantee that I can hold on until then."

Seeing Wen Qing in a daze, he sighed and stroked her black hair: "Go back, don't think too much. Tell me if you need help, I live nearby."

Wen Qing hummed softly, knowing that he had said everything he wanted to say. She subconsciously said "good night" and walked back in a daze. After walking for a while, she suddenly stopped and looked back. In front of her was only the bleak autumn wind in the alley. Gu Huaiyuan was gone.

She sighed with mixed feelings and turned to walk towards the corridor. Suddenly, a blinding white light shone over her and she quickly covered her eyes.

At some point, a car stopped at the side of the alley. Suddenly, the car turned on its high beams, and the light beam was aimed at Wen Qing like bright sunlight, illuminating her completely.

After enduring for a while, Wen Qing saw that the other party had no intention of turning off the lights, so she simply turned around and went around to the back of the building.

But as soon as she turned around, she heard the sound of a car door slamming, the lights went out, and strong footsteps came closer and closer until they stopped beside her.

"You're so reluctant to let him go? You keep looking back." Song Jingshen sneered, "So you like uncles?"

"Are you okay?" Wen Qing asked. "No, I'm going back. Jing Long hasn't eaten yet."

The man paused, took out his cell phone and made a call, apparently to a hotel.

"What are you doing?" Wen Qing looked at him in surprise. He said a few simple words to the other end and then hung up the phone.

"Why are you so nervous? I ordered takeout for them." He raised his chin towards the residential building next to him and looked back at her. "I helped you so much today. It's not too much to accompany me for dinner."

"The house is not cleaned up yet, let's go some other time." Wen Qing smoothed her hair. She was very confused at the moment and just wanted to be alone. She was afraid that he would not let her go, so she added, "I'll treat you some other time."

"Do I need you to treat me?" Song Jingshen snorted and laughed, then suddenly grabbed her body and went to the car.

His action was too abrupt, which frightened Wen Qing. The bitterness in her heart disappeared without a trace, and turned into anger and grievance.

"Don't do this!" She pushed his arm hard, then suddenly remembered something, hesitated for a moment, and pushed his shoulder instead.

He was injured and she didn't want to cause trouble for him.

The man was not afraid of trouble, and took advantage of the moment when she relaxed to hug her in his arms.

Wen Qing regretted being soft-hearted and wanted to push him again, but he pressed her completely into his arms, with her arms against his chest, barely creating a barrier.

His strong heartbeat was beating like a drum, making her panic. She could hear his warm breath and a low laugh beside her ear: "You know you feel sorry for me, huh? If I hadn't helped you block that blow, I would have carried you to the car by now."

Wen Qing calmed her breathing and opened her mouth, but no words came out for a moment.

She said she had said everything she should and shouldn't say to him, but it was no use, he still pestered her.

She hadn't known him for long, but she couldn't remember how many times he had hugged her. In terms of physical contact alone, their intimacy was comparable to that of a couple.

At least he was actually interested in her—physically.

The person she likes doesn't like her. The person who likes her, however, likes her in this way.

Sensing that she was not in the right state, Song Jingshen withdrew his hands from kneading her waist and turned her face up.

"Missing about someone else?" His face was gloomy and solemn, which was very appropriate for the late autumn night.

Wen Qing didn't say anything. She couldn't talk to him about this.

"He can't marry you. He can't bear the pressure from the Gu family." Song Jingshen said, "Are you willing to let him sleep for free?"

"Pressure from the Gu family? What kind of pressure?" Wen Qing raised her head, her eyes full of confusion.

Does Gu Huaiyuan have to be controlled by the Gu family no matter who he marries? He doesn't work in the Gu family's company.

Unexpectedly, this question made Song Jingshen furious, and the fingers holding her jaw couldn't help but exert force: "Do you really want to marry him?"

The pain in her jaw made Wen Qing frown. She climbed up his arms with both hands and tried to pry his fingers apart. Her mouth was pinched so tightly that she couldn't open it and could only make a whimpering sound.

"What happened between you and him is, at the very least, a teacher-student relationship, and at the most, academic misconduct." Song Jingshen's voice was low and sinister, emphasizing each word, "You don't want to harm him, do you?"

Wen Qing was startled and stared at him with wide eyes. The hand that was trying to twist his fingers lost its strength and fell softly to his chest.

"If you don't want people to know, then don't do it." Song Jingshen's tone was nonchalant, but his words were full of threats. "He has been a star professor in the Department of Electronics for so many years. There must be someone who doesn't like him. Your relationship with him is a perfect handle."

He let go of her chin, and slowly stroked her soft neck with his palm, then moved to hold the back of her head: "If someone takes a picture of you being so affectionate and makes a fuss about it, guess what will happen?"

"We didn't..." Wen Qing couldn't help but refute, but she felt guilty when she opened her mouth, and turned the conversation to the man in front of her, "What about you? Aren't you afraid of being photographed? You have been so rude to me..." She choked for a moment and didn't say anything else, but the meaning was very clear. He knew everything he had done.

"What's wrong with me? I'm not your professor, and I'm not your boss. Even if someone took the video, it was just a record of our daily relationship."

"Who is in love with you?" Wen Qing was so angry at his shamelessness that she raised her hand and pushed him hard in the chest, "Let me go!"

He ignored her struggle, held her tighter with one hand, and took out his cell phone with the other hand, swiping the screen to light it up.

"It's not up to you this time," he said, lighting the screen in front of her.

Wen Qing took a look and her pupils suddenly contracted.

There were two photos arranged on the top and bottom of the phone screen. One was in the hospital corridor, she was leaning on Gu Huaiyuan's chest, he was stroking her shoulders, his face was gentle, as if he was comforting her. The other was at the entrance of the kindergarten, she was wearing Gu Huaiyuan's coat, standing side by side with him, her face flushed.

Just as she was watching intently, the man's slender fingers slid across neatly. This time it was a video: she was sitting in Gu Huaiyuan's car, the two of them were talking and laughing, she looked shy, but between her brows one could see the little excitement of a girl in front of the opposite sex.

"Does it look good?" The man glanced at her and said in a cold tone, "What will happen to Gu Huaiyuan if you post it online?"

"...You followed us?" Wen Qing finally found her voice and looked at him in disbelief. The dim light from the phone screen illuminated her profile, reflecting the two sparkling eyes.

"She's not mine." Song Jingshen stopped looking at her, put his phone away, put his arm around her shoulders, opened the car door, and took her to the passenger seat.

"Then why do you have these...things?" Wen Qing felt disgusted and didn't know how to describe this behavior. Besides being shocked, she also felt a little unbelievable. "He is your uncle."

"What? Are you feeling sorry for him?" Song Jingshen got into the car and turned his head to look at her. "You should feel sorry for yourself. If he is really exposed, he can just go home and get his shares. What about you? With the reputation of seducing a professor, will you still be able to make a living?"

Wen Qing's face turned pale, and she looked at him blankly, uttering a few words after a long while: "You are shameless!"