The green camphor tree has a deep view

Song Jingshen pursed his lips tightly, waiting for her to continue venting. He had seen many women lose their tempers, crying, making a scene, threatening, fighting... but he had never seen Wen Qing like this.

Just cursing with those three words seemed to have used up all her strength. She covered her face with her hands, lowered her head, and sat silently, with only her shoulders trembling slightly, like the wings of a cicada catching a chill in the autumn wind.

I thought she had a very fierce temper, but I didn't expect that she would collapse after a slight scare. Song Jingshen felt a long-lost sense of lightness in his heart, similar to the satisfaction after a successful hunt.

Although the means used this time were a bit despicable, he had no choice. He had never met anyone like her before - her heart was as soft as her body, she was considerate and accommodating to everyone, but she was as hard as a rock to him, and no matter how he tried to warm her up, he couldn't warm her up.

Yet he could not forget her, her body, her dancing, her tears, her pleading, and—he glanced at her again—her despair…

He never cared much about the process, but only the result. In his emotional world so far, he had always been free to come and go, and had never thought of trying to control a woman. This time, he used the cold and unrestrained means in the business world to deal with her. Although it worked, he still felt a little distressed - he knew how unfair it was to her, but he did not regret it - no matter how unbearable it was, it was much better than her leaving him and never having any contact with him again.

As for Wen Qing, he also thought about trying other methods. Through a base station project, he had her under his nose. No matter how busy he was, he would have plenty of opportunities to meet her. He could coax her, seduce her, let her slowly understand him, and in time, he would surely be able to get her.

But after a brief contact, he felt more and more that it was not the case. She didn't have too many material desires, and she liked to seek stability in everything, and she didn't fight or compete. But when she was pushed to the limit, she was extremely strong and it was difficult for her to change her mind. She had a charming face and studied electronics, which was a field with more wolves than meat. She had already disturbed her fellow students in school. Once she graduated, I'm afraid there would be more people competing for her, and they would be more diverse...

Thinking of this, he was almost glad that he had taken her so early.

He looked at her from the side, with mixed feelings and a hint of excitement: "Don't cry. I will treat you well."

Seeing that she was unmoved, he didn't plan to wait any longer. Since he had the prey, there was no reason not to enjoy it. He locked the car door, started the car, and just as he was about to step on the accelerator, he heard Wen Qing's weak voice.

"How many times will it take?" Hearing the roar of the engine, Wen Qing knew that she could no longer avoid it. She raised her head from her wet palms and asked with difficulty.

"That depends on your performance." The man turned the steering wheel and slowly drove out of the community.

"...Good performance, can it be shorter?" Wen Qing asked self-deprecatingly.

Song Jingshen glanced at her expressionlessly: "Not necessarily."

"There has to be a deadline." Wen Qing seemed to no longer care about other things and just wanted to get this matter clear. "Or... until you get married?"

"..." She loves to be like this, bringing up anything that will spoil the fun.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wen Qing added softly: "Stay underground, okay?"

"You still want to get on the ground?" He regretted what he said. He glanced at her and observed her expression.

"That's good," Wen Qing nodded, then suddenly raised her head and looked straight at his profile, "Are you sure no one is following you?"

Song Jingshen glanced at her and said nothing.

She was worried: "What if there is? What will you do?"

"It's a piece of cake." He said nonchalantly, "I have a good reputation anyway. Are you worried about what to do with yourself?"

Wen Qing was surprised by his attitude: "Don't you care about Gu Jia's opinion? She is your fiancée."

"Who told you that?" He said in an unhappy tone, "I didn't say I would marry her, so how could there be a fiancée?"

Wen Qing bit her lips tightly and said nothing more.

"Stop biting. The tear from last time hasn't healed yet. How can you kiss if it's bitten again?" Song Jingshen teased with a smile.

Wen Qing turned a deaf ear to his teasing and only thought about her own business.

If she was discovered, she would have no choice but to leave Jiangcheng, or even leave this industry. Wen Qing felt cold in her heart and turned to look out the window.

The streets are lined with tall buildings, their glass curtain walls reflecting neon lights, crystal clear and colorful, like a castle built of huge fruit candies, tempting people who want to try something new to get lost in it.

She looked up at the dark night sky that was split by the city's light beams, and seemed to see her own future - blurry, unknown, half-bright and half-dark.

Although she encountered many bumps along the way, the major events in her life were still in her own hands - studying, choosing a major, taking care of her elderly grandmother, rejecting the young boy who admired her... Even Gu Huaiyuan only caused a ripple in her life, which was far from causing any storm or serious injury.

She had been trying hard to keep her life in order, praying for a foreseeable future all the time - until she met him.

Ever since she was made to cry by him on the first day they met, she had a premonition that if she didn't stay away from him, her life would be messed up by him sooner or later.

But she didn't expect that this day would come so soon.

She sighed and closed her eyes - she thought she had a way to stay away from him. Her aunt and Jing Long had almost settled down. She had planned to talk to Zhao Jin about withdrawing from the project next week. With Zhao Jin's usual care for her, he would definitely agree. In this way, she would have no intersection with Song Jingshen anymore, and even if they met occasionally, they could be like strangers...

"We're here, get off." Wen Qing's thoughts were interrupted by his voice. She looked out the window and saw that the car was parked in an unfamiliar narrow alley.

"Where is this?" she asked.

"The place where we eat." Seeing her looking out of place, the man was a little dissatisfied, "Didn't we agree to eat together?"

Wen Qing said "hmm", pushed the door and got out of the car, looking around.

This place is a bit similar to the Song family mansion, both are located in the downtown, but as quiet as a deep mountain valley. However, the buildings in this alley are somewhat in the style of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, with blue bricks and black tiles, and no trace of intentional aging, which makes it more deep and quiet than the mansion.

Wen Qing calmed down for no reason and her expression became better.

"Do you like it here?" Song Jingshen stood in front of her and looked back at her.

She nodded slightly and just followed him. What did it matter whether she liked it or not? She was just following him.

"If you like me, I'll bring you here often. The food here is average, but I just want a quiet place with few people."

There are quite a few people here. You can hear footsteps clearly when walking in the alley. The ground is paved with bluestone slabs. Maybe because there are too few people walking back and forth, there is a lot of moss on the slabs, making them a bit slippery to step on.

Wen Qing was preoccupied and didn't pay much attention to her feet, so she accidentally stumbled.

"Slow down." Song Jingshen immediately turned around and supported her body.

Wen Qing was also startled—not because of her staggering gait, but because of his reaction—he suddenly turned around and grabbed her arm, and his movement was too much like that of a wild animal pouncing on its prey.

After she stood firm, she pulled her arm out of his hand as if nothing had happened and whispered thank you, but he unexpectedly took her hand instead.

"It's still safer this way." He squeezed her hand, inserted his fingers into hers, and intertwined their fingers.