The green camphor tree has a deep view

Wen Qing felt like her waist was about to break. Her whole body was held up by a strong arm. Although she was walking, her feet were weak and she couldn't breathe.

"Let me go..." She breathed unevenly, "I feel uncomfortable!"

"We'll be there in a moment." Song Jingshen remained unmoved. He kept squeezing out of the crowd, found an open space to stand in, and then slightly let go of the person in his arms.

Wen Qing stood firmly on her feet, smoothed the hair around her ears that had been messed up by him, and when her heartbeat calmed down a little, she pushed him away with force and moved to a corner farther away from him.

"Where are you going?" Song Jingshen stretched out his long arm and pulled her back. "Gu Huaiyuan is in the second-class seat, quite far away."

"Was everything you just said true?" Wen Qing rested her arms on his chest, trying to keep some distance between them.

"What did you say?" Song Jingshen saw that her face was flushed. It must be because she was anxious when he hugged her just now. He felt more and more fond of her and couldn't help teasing her, "Which one do you think is not true? Tell me?"

Wen Qing lowered her head and didn't look at him, carefully recalling what she had just heard: "You said that Gu Jia has been following you and knows about you and me..."

"Well, at least she has been following me since the first time I brought you back to Guangyu." Song Jingshen replied calmly.

Wen Qing raised her head suddenly, her face was filled with shock, and then turned to resentment: "Why didn't you say it?" She asked bitterly, "Knowing that she was like this, you still treated me..."

Thinking that her shame had been seen by Gu Jia, and possibly by the elders of the Gu family, Wen Qing found it unbearable: "You...what do you think of me?" Her eyes were sore, and she raised her head to hold back her tears, but the tears still flowed out of her eyes, "A plaything? Or a negotiating tool?"

Seeing her crying, Song Jingshen pulled her to his side and wiped her tears: "What tool? Is it that I like you and I am ashamed to show it to others?"

"Gu Jia will hate me to death." Wen Qing covered her eyes, "I don't want to get involved in your affairs. Please let me go, okay?"

"If you don't want to get involved, why are you so close to Gu Huaiyuan? He is my uncle!" Song Jingshen asked in a low voice, his eyes full of jealousy and resentment.

"There's nothing between me and Professor Gu." Wen Qing paused, trying to sort out her thoughts, and said, "I just rely on him a little. But he doesn't have that kind of feeling towards me."

"How do you know if he has any thoughts?" Song Jingshen curled his lips and smiled, "How strong do you think a man's willpower can be? If you rely on him for so long, he will be tempted by you sooner or later."

Wen Qing shook her head, her tone depressed: "Impossible. Nothing will happen between him and me." She looked up at Song Jingshen and said, "He doesn't like me, really."

"Who does he like?" Song Jingshen asked in a harsh tone, "Does he have nothing to do and accompany you to pick him up at the station?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something and took off his sunglasses: "Could it be that he likes Zhou Wen?"

"No, no..." Wen Qing denied hastily, but her attempt to hide her mistake only made it more obvious.

Song Jingshen stared at her, his lips curled slightly, and said slowly: "Gu Huaiyuan has wasted his ability to deceive the world, why didn't he teach you how to lie?"

"He really didn't..." Wen Qing wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Song Jingshen's chuckle:

"No wonder he went to the hospital so often during my grandmother's funeral. It turns out he was interested in my stepmother... I don't know when he fell in love with that dodder flower. It looks like we, the Song family, don't have to worry about Jing Long's future anymore."

"My aunt is not a dodder!" Wen Qing denied with her neck stiff, "My aunt has never agreed to him. Jing Long is still immature and doesn't understand the feelings between adults."

"Oh?" Song Jingshen raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, "Zhou Wen didn't agree? Did she suddenly become self-aware, or did she think Gu Huaiyuan didn't have enough financial resources?"

Wen Qing bit her lip and said nothing, but her face was burning, as if she had been slapped in public.

"In my opinion, Zhou Wen may not be self-aware. She is probably thinking about Jing Long's money." Song Jingshen seemed to enjoy seeing her embarrassed, staring at her dimly, "She remarried, Jing Long is no longer a member of the Song family, and she has no share in the family fund."

"We never wanted Jing Long's money." Wen Qing looked up at him, "Whether Jing Long's surname is Song or not in the future, he has nothing to do with the Song family anymore."

"It has nothing to do with the Song family?" Song Jingshen's eyes were filled with anger. "Do you think you can get away with it just because you don't want the money?"

"Then what else do you want? Song Weiming didn't say anything, so why bother to fight for this brother?" Wen Qing suppressed her grievances and whispered, "We have no money or power. We are not in the same circle as your Song family, so there is no way to distance ourselves from them. I just want to live a quiet life..."

"You also know that you have no money and no power." Song Jingshen snorted and laughed, his eyes as cold as a knife, "If you want to sever your relationship, you must have strength. Do you have it?"

"What strength?" Wen Qing looked at him in surprise, with confusion and bewilderment in her eyes, "We can't afford to provoke you in the first place."

"But you've already provoked me." Song Jingshen held her hand tightly, unreasonably, "You provoked me."

"I didn't..." Wen Qing was strangled by him and couldn't breathe. She grabbed his arm with her backhand, "It was obviously you...you who provoked me. I said that if you let me go, I can be with you...once."

"What do you mean once?" He looked at her wantonly, with a smile on his lips, "I didn't hear clearly."

"You..." Wen Qing was so angry that she turned away from him. "Since you didn't hear clearly, just pretend I didn't say anything. Just let me go."

"Let you go just once? You're dreaming." The man caressed the soft flesh on her lower back, causing her back to shudder. He smiled with satisfaction, "Since you've taken advantage of me, it'll take at least three years."

How could he be so reckless in public?

Wen Qing suppressed her trembling voice, her eyelashes trembling like cicada wings: "You... don't do this."

"What's wrong with me?" He pinched her, and seeing that she couldn't help but soften, he quickly moved to a corner away from people, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." His breath was as gentle as a feather, making her dazed for a moment. When she looked up at him again, her almond-shaped eyes were confused and empty, intoxicating.

At this moment, the train came roaring and slowly stopped at the platform like a dragon that had found its home.

"Let's go." He forced himself to stay awake, but he couldn't bear to let her go. He put his arm around her waist and walked towards the door of the business car. "I'll take you to see someone."

"You said you wanted to do it underground..." When Wen Qing heard that she had to meet someone, she panicked and pulled the hand that was holding her waist.

The big palm was hot and hard, pressing on the soft waist, releasing a stream of heat into her body, making her frightened and embarrassed.

"Your Professor Gu already knows about it, how can you go out?" He looked at her indifferently, and seeing her pale face holding his hand tightly, he couldn't help but feel a little worried: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Uh-huh..." Wen Qing agreed, "I want to go to the bathroom."

"So anxious?" He looked at her, suspecting she was up to some trick again.

"...Here, my period has come." Her cheeks flushed, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito. Afraid that he would not believe her, she raised her head and added, "Really."