Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

"So hot!"

After two glasses of wine, Song Wenjie suddenly felt hot all over, as if the string in his body was taut.

Looking at Zhao Feng, his eyes grew increasingly dreamy: "Zhao Lian, you look so beautiful today." As he spoke, his fingers unconsciously and gently stroked Zhao Feng's face.

"Young Master, you're drunk. Let me help you back to your room to rest!" Zhao Feng stood up and helped Song Wenjie up.

"I'm not drunk, don't call me young master! Call me Wenjie~" Song Wenjie's eyes were glazed over, and he leaned on Zhao Feng's shoulder: "Zhao Lian, you smell so good!" He then sniffed Zhao Feng's neck again.

"Hey~ Young man~"

"Hmm~" Song Wenjie drawled out, his tone carrying a warning.

Zhao Feng rolled her eyes, her face flushed, and said softly, "Wen~ Wenjie, you've had too much to drink. Let me help you back to your room."

"Yes, that's it, look how nicely she moans." Song Wenjie leaned against Zhao Feng and staggered into the room.

After entering the room and closing the door, Zhao Feng's lips curled up into a barely perceptible smile, and she also bolted the door shut.

Once the deed is done, he won't be able to deny it even if he wants to.

As Song Wenjie was helping himself to bed, he grabbed Zhao Feng, who then lay on top of him.

When his body touched a sensitive spot, Zhao Feng, being a young girl, blushed and struggled symbolically for a moment: "Wenjie~ don't do this, I have to go."

"Zhao Lian, don't leave me!" Zhao Feng's symbolic struggle only added fuel to the fire, pushing Song Wenjie's already taut string to its breaking point.

Song Wenjie, feeling unbearably hot all over, flipped over and pinned Zhao Feng beneath him.

"Mmm~ I won't leave you." Zhao Feng took the initiative, whispering softly, and wrapped her arms around Song Wenjie's waist, a move that was even more provocative.

Song Wenjie impatiently ripped at his clothes, the sound of tearing echoing as he saw the two snow-white rabbits before him. His blood rushed to his head, and he instinctively buried his face in his hands.

When Afu returned with the hangover soup, he found the scene in a mess, with wine glasses and peanuts scattered on the ground, but Song Wenjie and Zhao Feng were nowhere to be seen.

"Master~"

Seeing that the door was closed, Afu called out twice but received no response. He tried to push the door open, but to his surprise, the door was locked from the inside.

"Strange~"

Afu shook his head and muttered, "Looks like the young master isn't drunk. He even locked the door from the inside. Looks like he's asleep. Fine, he won't drink the hangover soup then!"

Looking at the mess on the dining table, Afu couldn't help but get angry again: "That Zhaofeng is really something. Seeing this mess, she doesn't even bother to tidy it up. She's getting more and more self-important!"

Early the next morning

When Song Wenjie woke up, he felt a splitting headache. He shook his head and then remembered that he seemed to have been drinking last night, and that Zhao Lian had come over later.

Zhao Lian? Song Wenjie's eyes lit up. Now that he was awake, he felt like something was wrong.

"Woo~"

He could faintly hear a woman sobbing. Startled, Song Wenjie sat up and discovered a woman sitting at the foot of the bed, covered only by a sheet, her shoulders exposed.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Song Wenjie asked, his face full of vigilance.

"Young Master~" The woman raised her head, her eyes red from crying.

"What are you doing here? How dare you!" Song Wenjie was furious.

"Young Master~ Young Master, how could you forget? Last night you... Waaah~" Zhao Feng started sobbing again.

"Last night?" Song Wenjie's head started to ache again. Finally, he realized what was wrong with him.

Song Wenjie lifted the sheet covering him and found himself naked. The bright red stain on the sheet beneath him stung his eyes.

The clothes scattered on the ground reminded him of what had happened last night, and Song Wenjie's face immediately turned extremely ugly.

I never imagined that my lifelong reputation would be ruined by this.

Song Wenjie's face was ashen. He picked up the clothes from the floor, wrapped in the bed sheet, and threw Zhao Feng's clothes at her. His voice was cold and devoid of any emotion: "Put your clothes on and get out of here right now!"

He took his clothes and went behind the screen. After he finished dressing, Zhao Feng, still dressed, sat there sobbing.

Song Wenjie immediately became impatient and raised his voice: "Didn't you hear me? Get out of here right now. I'll have someone give you a silver note later. Take the silver note and leave."

"Waaah..." Zhao Feng unexpectedly burst into tears, which left Song Wenjie completely bewildered.

"Hey~ don't cry!" Song Wenjie told her to stop crying, but Zhao Feng cried even louder.

"Summoning the Phoenix~ Summoning the Phoenix~"

Just then, Su Ma's impatient voice rang out in the courtyard: "Zhao Feng, why don't you get up right now? The clothes haven't been washed yet. Get up quickly, or don't blame me for telling the young master about you."

"Get up quickly, or don't blame me for being rude if I don't see you up in a while." Receiving no response, Su's mother stormed off, grumbling.

Zhao Feng was furious: "Young Master, you're not going to take responsibility for what you've done, are you? You're giving me money back? What kind of person do you take me for?"

"Let me tell you, I'm not a prostitute! You've insulted my innocence and won't take responsibility for me, I'd rather be dead." With that, Zhao Feng got off the ground and slammed her head against the corner of the wall.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Song Wenjie was shocked and quickly grabbed her.

"Waaah..." Zhao Feng burst into tears, crying and saying, "Let me go!"

"Shh~ Keep your voice down." Song Wenjie panicked.

But Zhao Feng cried even louder and louder.

After walking a few dozen meters, Su Ma sensed something was wrong and quickly stopped. She thought she heard a woman crying coming from the young master's room.

Just then, Song Ting arrived!

"Young Miss~" Su Ma bowed.

"Where is the young master?"

"Young Master hasn't gotten up yet!" Aunt Su looked at the door with a worried expression.

"Why isn't he up so late? This isn't like him!" Song Ting stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Young Miss, the young master drank too much last night!" Ah Fu's voice rang out from behind.

"What's going on?" Song Ting frowned when she heard that Song Wenjie had been drinking.

"Woo...Woo..."

At this moment, not only Su's mother heard the crying, but Song Ting and Afu also heard it and were immediately surprised.

Who's crying?

Pointing to Song Wenjie's room, Su Ma stammered, "Miss, the crying sound seems to be coming from the young master's room."

Although she didn't believe it, Song Ting seemed to realize that the sound was indeed coming from her brother's room.

There was a woman in her brother's room early in the morning, and she was crying. What's going on?

Eager to know the answer, Song Ting quickly knocked on Song Wenjie's door: "Second brother, second brother, are you up yet? Come out quickly!"

At this moment, the crying inside the house stopped abruptly. Song Ting became even more anxious and quickly asked Song Wenjie to open the door.