The voice was steady and authoritative.
Shen Mozhou's hand stiffened for a moment, and he turned his head.
A tall figure stepped out of a luxury car.
Wearing a black suit, with an erect posture, every step carried a sense of oppression.
It was Lu Shaodong.
His complexion looked very calm, but those dark eyes were unfathomable.
It gave a feeling like the calm before a storm.
The moment Song Wantang saw him, her heart inexplicably settled down.
Oh, right, wasn't he supposed to be at work?
Why was he here?
Before Song Wantang could ask, Lu Shaodong had already walked over.
His gaze fell on Shen Mozhou's hand gripping Song Wantang's wrist.
"I said, let her go." His voice turned a few degrees colder.
Lu Shaodong didn't expect to see this scene when he came back to retrieve a document.
This Shen Mozhou really needed to be taught a lesson.
Shen Mozhou subconsciously released his grip.
Even he felt a bit intimidated when he saw Lu Shaodong.
"President Lu, this is a matter between Wantang and me. It has nothing to do with you." Shen Mozhou steadied himself and spoke.
Lu Shaodong didn't look at him, but instead lowered his head to glance at Song Wantang's wrist.
On her fair skin, there was a circle of red marks.
His gaze darkened.
"She is my wife. Do you still say it has nothing to do with me?"
Shen Mozhou's complexion changed: "Everyone knows the truth about your marriage. It's just an agreement, there are no feelings at all."
"An agreement? No feelings? What, are you a tapeworm in our stomachs? What would it take for you to believe us? Will a kiss do?" Lu Shaodong suddenly smiled.
That smile was faint, not reaching his eyes.
The next second, he reached out, wrapped his arm around Song Wantang's waist, and pulled her into his embrace.
Caught off guard, Song Wantang was pressed firmly against his chest.
His body warmth seeped through the thin layer of fabric, and his heartbeat was steady and powerful.
"What are you doing?" Song Wantang asked softly.
Lu Shaodong cupped her chin, his lips forming a silent question, "Want to get rid of him?"
Song Wantang didn't speak, only nodded.
The next moment, Lu Shaodong lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Song Wantang's mind went completely blank in an instant.
His lips were very cool, with a faint scent of mint, completely different from what she had imagined.
It wasn't a domineering plunder, but a gentle, lingering kiss.
As if declaring something, proving something.
Little Dumpling went crazy in her belly: "Ahhhh! Dad kissed Mommy! I saw it!!! So sweet!"
Song Wantang clenched her fists on Lu Shaodong's suit jacket, her entire body as stiff as a piece of wood.
She didn't know whether to push him away or to respond to him.
Her mind was a total blank.
All she could hear was the thunderous pounding of her own heart.
She didn't know how long it was until Lu Shaodong finally let her go.
His forehead rested against hers, his breathing slightly ragged, his voice low and hoarse: "Don't move."
Song Wantang really dared not move.
She had almost forgotten how to breathe.
All of this happened too fast; she hadn't even reacted.
Lu Shaodong straightened up and turned to look at Shen Mozhou.
Shen Mozhou's complexion had turned extremely ugly.
He had always believed they were a fake couple.
But this scene made his veins bulge.
Shen Mozhou stared fixedly at Lu Shaodong, then looked at Song Wantang. Seeing her shy eyes and rosy cheeks, his hands involuntarily clenched into fists.
Damn it!
Were they already together?
He didn't expect Song Wantang to be this kind of person.
"Now, do you think it has anything to do with you?" Lu Shaodong's voice returned to its normal calmness.
As if that kiss just now was an illusion.
Shen Mozhou's knuckles were turning white.
"You two..." his voice was a little hoarse, "You really..."
How could Shen Mozhou, who had always valued his pride as life itself, tolerate this humiliation? He didn't believe it.
How could Song Wantang change so quickly?
"President Shen, it's normal for husband and wife to kiss." Lu Shaodong said calmly. "If there's nothing else, stop pestering my wife."
His tone was flat, but it carried a sense of oppression.
Lu Shaodong lowered his head to glance at Song Wantang, his tone softening a few degrees: "You were going out? I'll take you."
Song Wantang nodded mechanically, her whole person still in a dazed state.
After snapping out of it, she spoke, "I made plans with Yuanyuan."
Lu Shaodong, with his arm around her waist, turned and walked towards the car parked by the roadside.
Then he asked Zhang Ma to bring out the documents from his desk.
From beginning to end, they treated Shen Mozhou as if he were transparent.
Shen Mozhou stood on the spot, watching the figure of the two people, his expression gloomy.
Soon, they got into the car and slowly drove away.
Shen Mozhou was still thinking about what just happened.
That kiss.
Song Wantang didn't push him away.
She didn't push Lu Shaodong away.
Could it be that Song Wantang really likes Lu Shaodong?
Hmph! What a fickle woman!
Shen Mozhou said fiercely, "Very well, Song Wantang. You'll regret this."
..
In the car, Song Wantang felt very apologetic. "I'm sorry, I didn't know he would come directly to the door."
This Shen Mozhou must be getting anxious.
The reason he proposed hastily back then was also to obtain the shares.
Song Wantang knew his intentions, but she didn't expect him to be so bold as to come and confront her directly.
Seeing that Lu Shaodong wasn't saying anything, Song Wantang braced herself and continued, "I'm sorry. If you find this troublesome... we can get a divorce."
The word "divorce" seemed to be some kind of taboo, immediately snapping Lu Shaodong back to reality.
He blinked his eyes. "What did you just say?"
Song Wantang: "..."
She had just been full of apology, speaking sincerely and earnestly, and he hadn't heard a single word?
What was he just spacing out about?
Song Wantang had to repeat herself, "I'm very sorry, I didn't expect Shen Mozhou to show up."
Lu Shaodong pursed his lips. "I kind of hope he comes a few more times."
He finished saying this in a low voice, then pursed his lips again, as if savoring something.
Song Wantang was stunned, completely confused. "What did you say?"
"Nothing, it's fine. If he comes again, let me know." Lu Shaodong said.
Song Wantang nodded.
She took another look at Lu Shaodong and found that he wasn't angry.
Song Wantang also breathed a sigh of relief.
When they arrived at the destination, Song Wantang got out of the car.
"I'm leaving now."
Lu Shaodong hummed in acknowledgment.
Song Wantang felt that Lu Shaodong was acting a bit strange.
She didn't know what he was thinking, but she felt he was distracted. He wasn't thinking about that... kiss just now, was he?
It probably wasn't that.
Although Lu Shaodong didn't indulge with women, it couldn't have been his first kiss, right?
That night they were like tinder and dry wood, but both of them seemed to have blurred consciousness, so she couldn't remember the details.
Song Wantang felt her cheeks starting to burn.
Seeing Song Wantang walk away.
Lu Shaodong made a phone call.
"Assistant Cheng, what did your first kiss feel like?"
Cheng Jun checked the caller ID.
Yep, it was President Lu.
He thought for a moment. "Hmm, heart racing, blood pumping."
Just heart racing?
Lu Shaodong pursed his lips. When he kissed her just now, he felt his mind go blank, and his heart felt like it was going to explode.
And that taste, it lingered.
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