The leader of the cultivation alliance has a crush on me.

When Song Ke arrived at the restaurant, she didn't go in. Instead, she parked her car outside the gate, checked her phone's location, and saw that the spot was getting closer and closer to her.

Within two minutes, a large group of people came out of the main gate, including Chu Tiancheng and Qin Huan.

Chu Tiancheng, impeccably dressed, politely smiled and said goodbye to everyone. After they all left, Qin Huan seemed to want to go forward to help Chu Tiancheng, but Chu Tiancheng subtly avoided her, giving Qin Huan a scrutinizing look.

Qin Huan explained, "President Chu, you've had too much to drink."

Chu Tiancheng listened without saying much, his handsome face hidden in the dappled light, making him unfathomable.

"Go and drive."

Qin Huan breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, while Chu Tiancheng took out his phone to look at it.

Suddenly, a cool breeze, carrying a light drizzle, swept through the already gloomy night.

As soon as Chu Tiancheng looked up, he was blinded by a sudden beam of high beams. He instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes and saw a familiar car hurtling towards him.

He remained motionless, peering through the car headlights to make out the face. His expression shifted slightly, but his body remained completely still, whether from excessive trust or a lack of fear of death, it was unclear.

As they drew closer, almost within reach, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side. The car heading towards Chu Tiancheng suddenly swerved and crashed into a tree in the blink of an eye.

"Oh!"

With a loud crash, the car was stopped by a tree. Luckily, it wasn't going fast, otherwise the people inside would have been seriously injured or killed.

Chu Tiancheng's previously calm expression turned to terror when he saw the car veer off course. He instinctively leaned towards the car, trying to shout "No!" but the sound died in his throat from the sheer terror, leaving him with only his mouth slightly open and his face contorted in panic.

No.

No.

No Song Ke, no death.

"Mr. Chu... are you alright?"

Qin Huan, who was standing in front of Chu Tiancheng, was startled by the crashing car. He turned around expecting to see Chu Tiancheng's concerned expression, but when he turned around, he only saw Chu Tiancheng's back. He quickly rushed towards the car and was at its side in the blink of an eye.

"Song Keke, how are you? Are you alright? Open the door, open the car door, get out quickly."

Chu Tiancheng's voice sounded panicked.

Song Ke sat in the car, feeling dizzy for a while, before coming back to her senses upon hearing Chu Tiancheng's voice.

She touched her forehead and then her face; her heart was still pounding. Turning her head to look through the car window, she saw Chu Tiancheng anxiously patting the glass.

She snapped out of her daze, unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the car door, and before she could even stand properly, Chu Tiancheng pulled her into a tight embrace.

"What nonsense were you spouting? Are you looking to die?"

"Chu Tiancheng," Song Ke called softly.

Feeling Chu Tiancheng's embrace loosen, she smiled again, a hint of smugness in her eyes: "You were worried about me?"

Chu Tiancheng released her, looking at her with eyes as deep as the sea. He reached out and touched her face, which was icy cold, whether from the fright he had just been in or from the light drizzle.

Chu Tiancheng pulled the person back to the eaves on the steps, and Qin Huan went over to seek attention with a dissatisfied look on her face.

"Mr. Chu, I think I twisted my ankle, and I can't move it very well right now."

Chu Tiancheng glanced at her indifferently, clearly not moved by her selflessness just now, and looked at her with a hint of reproach.

He seemed certain that Song Ke wouldn't run him over with her car, but was deliberately trying to scare him.

Everything was peaceful until Qin Huan's sudden appearance threw things into disarray. Fortunately, Song Ke escaped serious trouble.

"Who told you to suddenly rush out like that?"

Qin Huan was completely bewildered by the question. She quickly tried to appease him by saying, "President Chu, I... I was just startled and instinctively stood in front of you. She... Song Ke was going to run you over with her car."

Chu Tiancheng glanced at him indifferently: "When did our affairs become your business?"

"Wait here, I'll have someone come and pick you up."

After saying that, he picked up Song Ke, turned around, and walked back inside. When Song Ke came to her senses, she realized that she was being hugged. She didn't act coy, but instead smiled and looked up at Chu Tiancheng's ugly face.

"Chu Tiancheng, what's gotten into you?"

"Now I finally understand why you changed your mind and let Qin Huan go back to the company."

Chu Tiancheng glanced down at him unhappily: "Looks like I didn't scare you just now."

Song Ke nodded in agreement: "Yes, but I can tell you're quite frightened."

After saying that, she leaned up and pressed her lips intimately against his neck: "You're not afraid when I bump into you, but you're quite worried about Qin Huan. Well, she did it without hesitation and stood in front of you for you. Isn't that much better than you clinging to Gu Qing before?"

When Chu Tiancheng heard Song Ke's words, he felt as if the sharp, mean, and willful Song Ke had returned.

He lowered his head slightly, and the two faces were very close. It seemed that no matter who it was, as long as they moved slightly, their noses would touch and their lips would touch. The damp drizzle did not feel cold, but rather exuded an unbearable heat. As their breaths mingled, Song Ke saw his lips, which were covered with water droplets, move slightly.

Chu Tiancheng said, "Song Keke, did you just hit your head and break it?"

"Who am I worried about? Don't you have eyes?"

Song Ke smiled and boldly kissed Chu Tiancheng lightly. Chu Tiancheng suddenly stopped and stood frozen for a few seconds before quickly walking back inside.

Song Ke leaned close, and through the dim light obscured by the drizzle, she could see Chu Tiancheng's reddened ears.

Song Ke tightened her grip on Chu Tiancheng's neck, burying her head in the crook of his neck as if trying to absorb his warmth.

"Are you cold?"

"We'll stay on the mountain tonight and go back tomorrow."

With her head buried in Chu Tiancheng's neck, Song Ke's voice sounded muffled: "You really don't care about Qin Huan anymore?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Tiancheng's tone turned unpleasant again: "Shut up."

The hotel on this mountain has a doctor on staff. After all, the journey is inconvenient, and this is a place frequented by wealthy people, so the facilities are very comprehensive.

Chu Tiancheng has a designated floor here. He went straight up, and not long after entering his room, the manager personally brought a doctor over. He was quite tactful not to ask any questions about Chu Tiancheng's return, even though the people around him had changed. He was used to this kind of thing.

Actually, Song Ke wasn't seriously injured; at most, she was just startled. The doctor examined her, prescribed some calming medicine, and she left.

Song Ke opened the window and looked out. Suddenly, she remembered that this place seemed quite familiar. Looking up, she saw an orchard, which was the one that Chu Tiancheng had invested in for Gu Qing.

Chu Tiancheng turned to look at Song Ke, who was looking out the window. The rain outside seemed to be getting heavier, and the sound of it falling was somewhat reassuring in the quiet night.

"What are you looking at? It's too windy and rainy outside. Don't catch a cold."

Song Ke turned around, smiled at him, blinked, and asked, "Chu Tiancheng, what do you mean now?"