The green camphor tree has a deep view

This was the first time he felt so relaxed with her after knowing her for so long.

Before, she had been avoiding him like a rabbit. Once he finally caught her, before he could use any means to win her over, she would cry and beg anxiously, and then she would run away without stopping.

Fortunately, that doesn't happen now. She obediently let him hold her hand, her soft and delicate hand lying in his palm, and even her heart feels soothed and warm.

He tightened his fingers and rubbed the warmth in his palms: "How do you feel being with me?" Before she could answer, he sighed, "I feel great. I've never felt so good before."

Wen Qing didn't know how to respond to this. After a long pause, she said softly, "As long as you feel good about it."

He hummed, holding her hand tighter: "What kind of cuisine do you like? Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

Wen Qing shook her head and said "no", her mind was not on eating at all: "What should we say when we meet acquaintances later?" Wen Qing looked up and asked him, with some helplessness in her eyes.

Although he didn't like this topic, he felt very happy when he heard the word "we" coming out of her mouth.

"What do you want to say?" He suddenly wanted to know how she viewed this relationship.

Wen Qing frowned and thought for a while, then said, "Just say... you just remembered about the project data after work and asked me to come over to report on it temporarily, okay?"

Seeing that he had a cold face and didn't say anything, it seemed that he was dissatisfied. Wen Qing lowered her head and thought for a while, then made up another lie: "Let's blame me - I was too busy and delayed the canteen meal, and I happened to meet you getting off work, so I followed you out to eat..."

"Have you ever heard that the more you explain, the worse it gets?" The man glanced at her with a frown on his face. "It's just a meal. Do you have to make up so many lies?"

Wen Qing turned her head away uncomfortably and said unconvincedly: "If someone bumps into us, there should be an explanation. After all, it's an underground relationship..."

"What's the relationship?" Song Jingshen paused, pulled her to his front, and looked down at her.

"Didn't I just tell you about this? We're in an underground relationship." She looked up at him, puzzled, "Did you forget?"

"I didn't say that," he denied without batting an eyelid.

Seeing that he was clearly playing dirty, Wen Qing was so angry that she didn't want to talk, but Song Jingshen refused to let him go: "What are you planning? You're not going to be seen in public anymore?"

"Who can predict what will happen in the future? Let's keep it secret if possible. You have the capital to be casual, but I can't. If people find out, I can only..." She hesitated to speak.

"What can I do?" The man approached her and asked, "Well? What do you want?"

What else can I do? I can just run away. It won't kill me. She thought so, curled her lips, stiffened her neck and said nothing.

He stared at the parting of her hair, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes: "You'd better be simple-minded and stop thinking about escaping. You can't escape."

"Well," she responded vaguely, and then changed her angle to persuade him: "You don't like being randomly arranged by others, right? Over time, it will block peach blossoms and the right relationship."

"You can tell fortunes?" The man sneered. "You must have told fortunes for yourself about love and true love, right?"

Wen Qing blushed and lowered her head even more.

This person is really... annoying!

"Come and tell me where my soulmate is and what he looks like." He spread out his palm and pretended to ask, "Which one are you better at, palmistry or face reading?"

She glared at him angrily: "You don't believe these, why are you teasing me?"

"Who doesn't believe it?" He took her hand and smoothed her white and tender fingers. "Not only do you believe it, you can also see it. Now I will show you my true love."

Wen Qing was feeling awkward and tried to pull her hand back, but the man held on to it and kept tapping her palm with his fingers.

"Look at all the bad relationships you have, none of them are reliable. Fortunately, you have a true love in the south." He came closer and traced the lines on her palm with his fingertips. "Go south from your hometown to the bank of a big river..."

A tingling sensation spread through the palms of her hands, like a dense electric current flowing through her limbs. Wen Qing's cheeks were burning, her palms were hot, and her heartbeat became erratic.

At this time, there was a vibration in her bag. It was her cell phone ringing. Wen Qing was so anxious that she twisted her wrist: "Let go! I want to answer the phone."

This time Song Jingshen finally listened to her, loosened his long fingers slightly, and let her hand slip away like a swimming fish.

"Hello? Auntie." Wen Qing picked up the phone, glanced at him, then covered the microphone and turned her back. It was obvious that she was avoiding him.

Song Jingshen looked at her whispering back and smiled indifferently.

After a while, Wen Qing hung up the phone, put the phone back in her bag, and turned to walk towards him.

"My aunt is worried about me. I have to go back early."

"If I remember correctly, when Zhou Wen followed my dad, you were still in elementary school." Song Jingshen said sarcastically, "In all these years, you have only spent a full month with her? She only remembers to worry about you now?"

Wen Qing was unmoved: "And Jing Long, he almost fell asleep while waiting for me to read the picture book."

"Without you reading picture books to him, he has grown up peacefully until he was five years old." He chuckled disapprovingly, "Are you addicted to being a free babysitter?"

Seeing that she didn't respond, Song Jingshen continued, "Don't be too sympathetic. The closer they are to you, the more you need to be clear about it. Zhou Wen has been in the Song family for so many years, and even if she just collects the scraps from the corners, she still has more money than you have. She relies on you now, but she sees that you are soft-hearted and can suck your blood. It's no different from when she climbed up to my dad."

"…But I can't just stand by and watch…Even if it's for my grandma, I can't just stand by and watch." Wen Qing said.

Song Jingshen was silent for a while after hearing this, then he stepped forward, took her hand, and turned to the side of the alley: “Eat with me until you finish your meal, and then go back. I’ll take you there.”

"But... my aunt still thinks that I'm with Professor Gu." Wen Qing said nervously.

The man sneered and looked at her sideways: "Wen Qing, if Zhou Wen knew that you were with me, your life would probably be difficult."

"Why?" Wen Qing was puzzled by his train of thought.

"If you don't believe me, just try it." He said with a smile, "See if she will sell you to me."

Wen Qing paused, and rolled around as if thrown into ice water, the chill penetrating into her bones.

Gu Huaiyuan also said the same thing, and even said it more bluntly - profit-driven!

Could it be that her aunt was really that kind of person? She didn't dare to think about it, nor did she want to think about it.

Song Jingshen held her hand and walked forward silently, straight to an old wooden door.

A young girl in a Tang suit came out and said with a smile: "Mr. Song, why are you here so late? Our boss has been waiting for you for a long time."

"I went to pick someone up and was delayed." He replied with a smile and pulled Wen Qing to his side.

The girl was surprised when she saw Wen Qing, but then she smiled and said, "So you brought a female guest. No wonder you were delayed." She turned around and gestured to the door, "It's the table at the back. I've reserved it for you."