“Mmm…”
A passionate scene was unfolding in the room, punctuated by rising and falling sounds.
Song Wenzhan leaned against the doorway, watching with an utterly cool expression.
The male lead on the bed took a moment to raise his head and meet her eyes from across the room. A wicked smile played on his lips, his face a mixture of lust and the thrill of revenge.
A little while later, everything settled down.
Shang Yao wrapped a towel around his waist and strode toward Song Wenzhan.
Before he could speak, though, Song Wenzhan took out her phone and waved it in front of him. “That’s it? Seventeen minutes and fifteen seconds. Your stamina’s not great.”
Shang Yao’s expression instantly darkened. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Song Wenzhan!”
Song Wenzhan put her phone away and spoke languidly. “You asked me to come over so you could put on a live-action sex show for me. What’s wrong with me timing it? And while we’re on the subject, you’re really bad in bed.”
As she spoke, she glanced at the woman inside, who was watching her with a strange expression. “You did a good job. Thanks for your hard work.”
Shang Yao grabbed her wrist and said viciously, “You’re so damn insatiable. Only that other man can satisfy you, right?”
Song Wenzhan looked into his bloodshot eyes and merely smiled. She didn’t want to waste her breath arguing about it anymore.
She had told him countless times: the year she went abroad as an exchange student, nothing had happened.
But for the past six months, he’d been acting like a madman, obsessively convinced that she’d done something shameful with another man.
Every day, the headlines of the major newspapers featured Shang Yao, the young master of the Shang family, entering hotels with different celebrities and young models, then spending the night tangled up with them.
And today was supposed to be their wedding day.
Shang Yao had merely announced to the public that the date was postponed, then called her and told her to come to their new home because he’d prepared a big surprise for her.
It really was a pretty big surprise. Saving it to a hard drive would take up several gigabytes.
Beside her, Shang Yao’s accusations continued. “You were so good at putting on an act in front of me—so pure and untouchable. I felt like even touching you would be a desecration. And all the while, you were fooling around with men overseas!”
“Let’s break off our engagement,” Song Wenzhan said calmly.
Shang Yao froze for a moment. Then his handsome face twisted as he laughed wildly. “You think you can get rid of me for good? Dream on! Song Wenzhan, I’ll never break off our engagement—not in this lifetime. I want you to stay my fiancée and enjoy every last bit of this! This is the price you pay for betraying me!”
Song Wenzhan had nothing more to say to him. She quietly pulled her wrist free, turned, and left.
They had been together for four years, and Shang Yao had never given her an ounce of trust or respect.
Their relationship had been nothing but a complete joke.
After leaving the home prepared for their marriage, she went straight to the theater.
Tonight was Tang Tang’s first performance as the leading actress. There was no way Song Wenzhan wasn’t going to show up and support her.
But it was rush hour. The roads were so congested that she could barely inch forward before getting stuck again.
Song Wenzhan went from annoyed and restless to simply resigned.
She had one hand propped on the car window and was staring blankly outside when she spotted a little boy struggling to climb over the roadside barrier.
Traffic was rushing by all around him, and yet there wasn’t a single adult nearby as he attempted such a dangerous stunt.
Song Wenzhan quickly pulled on the handbrake and got out. She grabbed the boy by the clothes, lifted him over, and set him down on the roadside, scolding him in a low voice. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
The little boy in front of her had smooth black hair and delicate features, like a finely carved jade doll. His big eyes were especially bright.
At her scolding, he sniffed, his nose red, and looked a little aggrieved. “I just wanted to find my dad…”
Only then did Song Wenzhan realize he was probably lost.
Seeing how pitiful he looked, Song Wenzhan paused. A strange, prickly feeling stirred in her heart, and she couldn’t quite put it into words. She swallowed her irritation.
Crouching in front of him, she ruffled his hair and softened her tone. “A little man shouldn’t cry. Tell me, where did you get separated from your dad?”
The boy clutched his clothes, his lower lip jutting out. “I came out with my cousin. He was kissing another lady and wouldn’t play with me…”
Song Wenzhan looked disgusted. What kind of trash can had this kid found his cousin in?
She took out her phone and asked, “Do you remember your dad’s phone number?”
“I do, but Uncle Chen said I’m not allowed to give Dad’s number to other girls, especially pretty girls.”
Song Wenzhan: “…”
What a bunch of weirdos.
She’d just call the police instead.
Song Wenzhan had entered the number but hadn’t placed the call when horns started blaring furiously behind her.
She turned around. The road, which had been blocked moments ago, was clear now, and her car had become the cause of the new traffic jam.
Song Wenzhan was about to go move it when she felt a soft touch against her hand.
The little boy had taken hold of her finger. He gazed up at her hopefully, as if afraid she would leave him there and walk away.
Song Wenzhan quickly calculated the situation. Even if she called the police now, it would take time for them to arrive. The play was about to start; she couldn’t waste time waiting here.
Besides, even if she moved her car now, she couldn’t bear to leave the little thing here by himself.
Two seconds later, Song Wenzhan took out her phone, aimed the camera at the boy, and said quickly, “Come on, repeat after me: ‘I was found on the road by this beautiful, charming, lovely, generous, and kind-hearted big sister, but she has something urgent to do, so she can’t take me to the police station until later.’”
The little boy blinked his big, sparkling eyes at her and tilted his head slightly.
He was kind of cute.
…
On the way, Song Wenzhan drove while Tang Tang’s voice came through the speakerphone beside her. “How much longer until you get here? I’m about to go onstage, and I’m so nervous I could die!”
“Ten minutes,” Song Wenzhan said. “I’m almost there.”
Tang Tang tried to distract herself by changing the subject. “What did that scumbag want when he called you over today? Don’t tell me he got down on his knees and begged you to forgive him.”
Song Wenzhan glanced at the little boy in the passenger seat. She kept the vulgar words to herself and only said coolly, “You’re overthinking it. He just put on a little live-action show.”
Tang Tang didn’t even need to think to know what that show had involved. She clicked her tongue. “Doesn’t that bastard worry he’ll screw himself to death? He’ll end up dying on top of some woman one of these days…”
Song Wenzhan coughed, cutting her off. “All right, stop. Go get ready. I’ll be there soon.”
After hanging up, Song Wenzhan kept driving.
Beside her, Shang Yanyan was at the age where he was curious about everything. He swung his little legs and asked, “Big Sister, what does ‘screw himself to death’ mean?”
Song Wenzhan didn’t so much as change her expression. She answered with a perfectly straight face, “It means a person only has so much energy. If he doesn’t get enough rest, he won’t be far from dying.”
Shang Yanyan furrowed his brow, looking a little sad. “My dad works so hard every day. Does that mean he’s going to screw himself to death soon, too?”