After opening the car door and placing her in the back seat, Sheng Yanqing followed her in and sat down.
A thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead.
But it wasn’t from carrying her.
It was from her touching him.
Just the short distance from the banquet hall to the car—those few steps—Chi Ruanli had not stayed still for even a second.
Letting out a slow breath, Sheng Yanqing loosened his tie and was about to close his eyes to rest.
The Cayenne went over a speed bump and jolted slightly.
Chi Ruanli, who was already leaning to the side, tilted directly into his body.
Sheng Yanqing sighed helplessly and lifted her arm, trying to straighten her.
But she refused to cooperate.
She broke free from his hold and wrapped her soft arm around his neck instead, resting her head on his shoulder.
Her slightly parted lips exhaled warm breath against his ear.
In an instant, his ear turned visibly red—so red it looked like it might bleed.
His throat moved involuntarily as he swallowed.
Closing his eyes, he was about to push her away again.
But unexpectedly, Chi Ruanli leaned in even closer, as if she still wasn’t satisfied.
Her lips brushed against his ear.
Like a drunken whisper, she murmured two words:
“Brother…”
The man froze instantly.
His phoenix eyes widened in disbelief, as if someone had pressed a point on him—he couldn’t move at all.
After a long moment, he turned his head mechanically.
And kissed that soft pink mouth.
It was her.
“Holy— Old Sheng, what are you doing…”
In the front passenger seat, Jing Xun saw the scene through the rearview mirror and was completely stunned.
Was this still the Sheng Yanqing he knew?
He rubbed his eyes and looked again.
No.
This wasn’t him.
He must’ve been possessed.
And they were still in the car!
Seriously—
Couldn’t they wait until they got home?
Jing Xun clicked his tongue repeatedly in disbelief.
Love really turns people into something terrifying.
Sheng Yanqing heard the voice and reacted quickly, immediately pulling down the partition between front and back seats, blocking the view.
Jing Xun, who had been watching quite happily through the mirror, sighed in disappointment.
Leaning back, he lazily took out his phone and started texting Yang Yang.
These past few days, he had been eating worse than Sheng Yanqing.
He didn’t know what went wrong, but Yang’er hadn’t given him a single good look lately.
Either she avoided him, or she treated him like a stranger when they met.
Tsk.
Troublesome.
Women were really hard to understand.
In the back seat.
Sheng Yanqing pressed his lips against hers again, forcing them open.
The taste of cocktail alcohol spread between them.
When she began to struggle for breath, Chi Ruanli pushed at him weakly.
Only then did he reluctantly let her go.
Their lips parted.
He looked down at the little woman in his arms.
Her hair was messy, her lips swollen and red—completely irresistible.
Freed at last, Chi Ruanli panted heavily, as if she had nearly drowned.
“Knock knock knock.”
Jing Xun gathered the courage to knock on the partition.
He figured Old Sheng still had some sense—he wouldn’t go too far.
Hearing the sound, Sheng Yanqing lowered the partition again.
He looked at Jing Xun with a gaze filled with both lingering desire and an almost lost-and-found tenderness.
Jing Xun stared straight ahead, not daring to look back.
“Just asking… should we send Secretary Chi home?”
At that, Sheng Yanqing glanced at the woman in his arms.
His expression softened.
“Where does she live?”
“Just ask HR. It’s on her employee file,” Jing Xun said, already pulling out his phone.
Sheng Yanqing gently stroked her swollen lips and spoke in a hoarse voice:
“No need. Drive to my villa.”
“Old Sheng, you—”
Before Jing Xun could finish—
“It’s her.”
Sheng Yanqing blurted it out.
Hearing that, Jing Xun turned around.
He only saw Sheng Yanqing pulling Chi Ruanli closer into his arms, lowering his head to kiss her hair.
His expression was indescribably gentle.
Then he said nothing more.
He turned to the driver.
“Go to Qingyuan Villa.”