Song Wantang ignored everything, quickly pounced over, snatched the underwear and hid it behind her back. "This is nothing, just a rag. I... I'll throw it away right now."
After saying that, she shrank toward the bathroom, wishing she could stuff her entire body into the toilet and flush herself away.
So embarrassing.
She had never been this embarrassed before.
Lu Shaodong turned around.
His tie was already loosened, revealing a section of delicate collarbone.
He leaned against the wardrobe, his posture lazy, but his gaze was scorching hot as if seeing right through a person.
"A rag made of lace? Quite unique." His voice carried a hint of amusement.
Song Wantang's face was already red to the roots of her ears.
She clutched that light green thing behind her back, wanting to "destroy the evidence".
"It's just... it's just that Yuanyuan bought the wrong thing," she stammered for an excuse. "She said it was for wiping my face... I didn't know it was this kind of thing..."
The Little Dumpling rolled with laughter in her belly. "Mommy, you wipe your face with underwear? Hahaha... I'm dying! Mommy, your excuse is so lame!"
Song Wantang wished she could stuff this little thing in her belly into the toilet too.
How dare he laugh at her?
Lu Shaodong looked at her, the corners of his mouth slowly lifting.
"For wiping your face?" He took a step forward.
Song Wantang instinctively stepped back, her lower back hitting the sink.
Lu Shaodong's eyes unnaturally dropped as he looked at Song Wantang.
She had just come out wrapped only in a white bath towel, with nothing on underneath. Now her shoulders were exposed, revealing a large area of porcelain-white skin.
Lu Shaodong's Adam's apple bobbed. His voice hoarse. "Then wipe it and let me see."
Song Wantang: "…………"
She was frozen there, clutching that sexy underwear in her hand, only one thought in her mind...
Tang Yuanyuan, just you wait. I'll break up with you tomorrow.
"Yuanyuan, she... she's joking. I'll throw it away now." Song Wantang took a deep breath.
She turned around and was about to throw the underwear into the trash can.
"Wait."
Lu Shaodong reached out and took away that light green thing from her hand.
His fingertips touched her hand, slightly cool, bringing a tingling numbness.
Song Wantang retracted her hand as if shocked by electricity.
She watched Lu Shaodong's long fingers hooking those thin lace ribbons, and she was so embarrassed it felt like her face was bleeding.
"This size is just right." Lu Shaodong's voice was somewhat ambiguous.
Song Wantang: "..."
She wanted to die.
She really wanted to die.
"It was Yuanyuan who bought it! I don't know what size!" she almost yelled. "She bought it blindly! Nothing to do with me!"
Lu Shaodong let out a low chuckle.
Song Wantang was stunned.
It was the first time she heard Lu Shaodong laugh.
Not a sneer, but a genuine, joyful light laugh.
Her heart missed a beat.
He casually placed that underwear on the shelf nearby, his tone gentle. "Since it's a gift someone gave you, it's rude to throw it away."
"Then... then I'll put it away." Song Wantang reached out to take it.
Lu Shaodong had already turned and walked out of the bathroom. "Your hair isn't dry yet, blow-dry it first."
Song Wantang stood rooted to the spot, looking at the harsh light green on the shelf, so embarrassed she wanted to curl her toes.
The Little Dumpling said in a ghostly tone from her belly. "Mommy, Dad was looking at your chest just now."
"Shut up!!!" Song Wantang roared in her heart.
He really brings up the very thing you don't want mentioned.
"He even laughed! His laugh is so handsome!" The Little Dumpling completely ignored her words. "Mommy, you're falling for him, aren't you? I can feel your heartbeat racing!"
Song Wantang took a deep breath, turned around, picked up the hair dryer, and blew her hair vigorously.
She needed to calm down and then toss out those messy thoughts.
..
The next morning, right after breakfast, Lu Shaodong left for the airport.
He needed to go on a sudden business trip.
It was only after Song Wantang woke up that Zhang Ma told her.
Song Wantang sighed in relief.
After all, such an embarrassing thing happened yesterday.
If she saw him today, she would feel somewhat awkward.
After breakfast, Song Wantang was walking in the garden when she received a call from Song Changfeng.
"Wantang, are you busy?"
This tone... really rare.
On the other end of the phone, Song Changfeng's tone was unusually laced with careful flattery.
Song Wantang leaned back on the rattan chair in the garden and remained silent.
Something abnormal is bound to be suspicious.
In all these years, when had Song Changfeng ever spoken to her in such a tone?
Let alone flattery, there wasn't even basic politeness.
Last time at the Song residence, that slap was delivered swiftly and without hesitation.
"Wantang? Are you listening?"
"I'm listening." Song Wantang's voice was very calm. "What is it?"
Song Changfeng was silent for a few seconds, as if weighing his words.
"Last time... it was Dad's fault. I was in a bad mood that day and was too harsh. Don't take it to heart."
Song Wantang raised an eyebrow slightly.
Apology?
Song Changfeng actually apologized?
She pursed her lips, the scene from that day flashing through her mind.
That slap had made her face go numb.
"So?" she asked.
Song Changfeng continued, "Dad truly knows he was wrong, and I apologize to you. But no matter what, you can't destroy the family's business..."
Song Wantang found it baffling. Her voice turned cold. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Song Changfeng lowered his voice. "Wantang, Dad knows he hasn't cared enough for you over the years, but you are my daughter after all. Your mother left early, I..."
"Mr. Song," Song Wantang interrupted him, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
This "Mr. Song", distant and polite, angered Song Changfeng so much he couldn't speak for a long time.
This unfilial daughter really had the knack for driving people to death.
But thinking about the important matter today, he still held back.
The Little Dumpling muttered softly in her belly, "Mommy, this old man is so fake. Is he cooking up some evil plan again?"
Song Wantang sneered inwardly.
Even an unborn Little Dumpling could tell that Song Changfeng's sudden paternal affection was way too cheap.
It was clearly ill-intentioned at first glance.
After a moment of silence, Song Changfeng finally took off that hypocritical loving father mask.
"Did you tell Lu Shaodong to make things hard for the Song Corporation?" Song Changfeng demanded.
As expected.
Song Wantang understood in her heart.
She knew it. Song Changfeng wouldn't make this call for no reason.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Her tone was bland.
"You don't know? Don't play dumb. Lu Shaodong suddenly launched an attack on the Song Corporation, causing us to lose qualification for competition. This morning, the banks started tightening credit limits for us. Don't tell me this has nothing to do with you!" Song Changfeng's voice involuntarily rose.
It must be Lu Shaodong helping Song Wantang vent her anger, so he went after the Song Corporation.
Song Wantang was stunned for a moment.
Lu Shaodong made a move?
She really didn't know about this.
But then thinking about it, a complex emotion surged up in her heart.
That man didn't say anything out loud, but had turned around to deal with the Song Corporation.
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