Lu Shaodong stared at Song Wantang for three seconds.
Those eyes were like a bottomless pool, revealing no emotion at all.
Then he suddenly took off his suit jacket, and under everyone's shocked gaze, draped the expensive custom-made suit over Song Wantang's shoulders.
The jacket, carrying his body heat and the scent of cedar, wrapped around her bare shoulders.
Song Wantang froze for a moment.
"Let's go."
One word, concise and powerful.
Lu Shaodong wrapped his arm around her waist, the pressure light but carrying an undeniable force.
Before Song Wantang could react, he was already leading her out.
Behind them, Shen Mozhou struggled like a madman: "President Lu! You can't take her away! She's my fiancée —"
The bodyguard moved to stop him, but he remained unmoved.
Song Changfeng's legs went weak, and he fell directly to his knees.
"It's over... it's over..."
Had he offended Master Lu?
Damn it, who would have thought that ungrateful daughter had such skills?
Seeing this, Song Yurou's nails dug into her palms, drawing blood.
Why?
Why could that bitch Song Wantang latch onto Lu Shaodong?!
Zhou Huiru tightly gripped her daughter's hand, lowering her voice: "Don't look, let's go!"
"Mom —"
"Go!" Zhou Huiru's gaze was fierce. "The situation is against us now. That bitch won't be arrogant for long. The Lu family's doors aren't easy to enter. She's walking into a tiger's den. Just wait and see!"
Everyone knew the Lu family's waters ran deep.
How could eating at a wealthy family's table be so easy?
How could a worthless woman like Song Wantang gain a foothold in the Lu family?
Song Yurou shuddered, finally sobering up a bit.
That's right!
How could she have forgotten?
Did that bitch think clinging to the Lu family meant she was safe and sound?
Ha!
At the hotel entrance, a black Maybach was already waiting at the bottom of the steps.
The driver respectfully opened the door.
Lu Shaodong released Song Wantang's waist, got into the car first, then sat there, looking at her.
The meaning in his gaze was clear: Get in.
Song Wantang took a deep breath, bent down, and climbed into the car.
The car door closed, shutting out all the noise from outside.
The car started, smoothly gliding into the night.
It was very quiet inside the car.
It felt like you could even hear each other's breathing.
Song Wantang sat in the back seat, clutching the suit jacket around her, her fingertips trembling slightly.
Back at the wedding, she had held herself together on sheer willpower.
But now, that energy had dissipated, and she only felt the fear setting in belatedly.
What had she just done?
In front of all the guests, she had rejected Shen Mozhou, exposed Song Yurou, and then — thrown herself at a man she barely knew, claiming she was carrying his child.
What if he didn't acknowledge it at all?
Just thinking about it made Song Wantang feel a shudder of fear.
"Three months ago, the Qifeng Club, presidential suite. How did you get in?"
Lu Shaodong suddenly spoke, his voice low, interrupting her rambling thoughts.
Song Wantang pressed her lips together. "I was drugged and went into the wrong room."
"Drugged?"
"Shen Mozhou arranged it. He wanted someone to ruin my innocence so he could control me forever. But I took a wrong turn and ended up in your room."
Lu Shaodong turned his head to look at her.
His gaze was very faint, yet it felt like it could see right through her.
"So what you're saying is, you were drugged, entered my room, and then —"
He paused, not continuing.
Song Wantang's face flushed bright red.
She remembered what Little Dumpling had said, "You were hugging each other, a blazing fire..."
"I..." Song Wantang's voice grew small. "I don't really remember."
That was the truth.
Her memories of that night were fragmented; she only remembered the heat, the pain, and the heavy breathing in her ear.
Lu Shaodong stared at her for a few seconds, then let out a soft laugh.
"You don't really remember, but you remember the birthmark on my butt?"
Song Wantang: "............"
Her face was completely red now, even the tips of her ears were burning.
Little Dumpling's voice timely chimed in, laced with a bit of schadenfreude: "Mom, Dad is teasing you! He actually believes you, he just wants to see you blush!"
Song Wantang: "..."
Can you just shut up.
"That birthmark..." She tried to keep her voice steady. "I saw it by accident."
"By accident?"
"It was... when we were... you know..."
She couldn't go on.
Lu Shaodong looked at her red earlobes, something flickering in his eyes.
He withdrew his gaze, leaned back in his seat, and his tone returned to its previous indifference. "So, what do you plan to do?"
Song Wantang was taken aback. "What?"
"The child," he said. "What do you plan to do?"
Song Wantang instinctively placed her hand over her lower abdomen.
What plan?
To be honest, she hadn't figured it out yet.
Before today, she had always thought the child was Shen Mozhou's. Although it came unexpectedly, she figured since they were about to get married, she would just have it.
But now...
"I'll give birth to it," she said, her voice not loud but firm.
Lu Shaodong raised an eyebrow.
"This is your child," Song Wantang met his gaze. "But I don't need you to take responsibility. I asked for your help today because I had no other choice. Once this storm passes, I won't bother you."
Lu Shaodong looked at her, his gaze deep.
The car was silent for a few seconds.
Then he spoke: "Do you know how many women want to climb into my bed, get pregnant with my child, to marry into the Lu family?"
Song Wantang nodded honestly. "I know."
"I don't care how you found out about my birthmark, and I don't know if what you're saying now is true or false, but getting into the Lu family isn't that easy. You'd better be mentally prepared," Lu Shaodong said coldly.
When the child is born, if it is a Lu family child, he would let her be the young madam. If not, he would settle accounts properly, starting from today's rescue.
Song Wantang was stunned.
She lifted her head to look at Lu Shaodong.
His expression was very flat, revealing no emotion.
Song Wantang took a deep breath.
"Mr. Lu, rest assured, I won't," she replied.
A slight shift flickered in Lu Shaodong's eyes.
"This child was an accident," Song Wantang gently placed her hand on her lower abdomen. "I will love him, I will raise him well, but I won't use him to exchange for anything."
The car fell silent again.
Lu Shaodong watched her. The woman in front of him was clearly so nervous her fingertips were trembling, yet she held herself together.
After a long moment, he suddenly smiled.
Very lightly.
"Interesting," he said.
Then he pressed the partition in the front seat and said to the driver, "To Lanwan."
Lanwan.
The most top-tier wealthy district in Jing City, Lu Shaodong's private residence.
Song Wantang was startled. "Mr. Lu —"
"If you go back now, do you want to be blocked by those reporters at the door, or torn apart by the Shen family?" Lu Shaodong's tone was indifferent. "Stay here for now. We'll talk about other things tomorrow."
Song Wantang opened her mouth to say something, but realized he was right.
She truly had nowhere to go tonight.
She couldn't go back to the Song family, she couldn't stay at a hotel, and as for her friends... she didn't want to drag anyone else into this.
"Thank you," she said softly.
Lu Shaodong didn't respond, turning his gaze back out the window.
Little Dumpling's voice sounded from her belly, soft and smug:
"Mom, see? My dad isn't really that scary, right? He's just tough on the outside but soft on the inside!"
"I'm telling you, he's totally going to turn into a simp later! I have a feeling, Mommy will definitely be able to handle him."
Song Wantang lowered her eyes, the corners of her mouth curving slightly.
This child...
Really was a little chatterbox.
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