Song Tingye, with his nose buried in a math book, said, "I don't know anyone named Sheng Dijun."
Song Tingyou, ears shut to the world, echoed, "I don't know Sheng Dijun either."
Song Xinya: "Could it be possible that his name is actually Sheng Tianjun?"
Song Tingye: "Whether his name sounds like 'buck teeth' or 'overbite,' I still don't know him."
Song Tingyou: "Me too."
Song Xinya turned to look at Jin Ruizhi and Qin Yuyan.
Qin Yuyan: "I attend the most expensive private high school in the country. It only enrolls kids from prestigious, well-known families. There are barely any students in a class, and I know everyone in the entire grade. There's no one named Sheng Tianjun."
Song Xinya: "How much is your tuition a year?"
Qin Yuyan: "Over a million."
Song Xinya: "Toss that money in water, and at least you hear a splash. Spend it on you, and it's just wasted—like throwing a meat bun at a dog, gone forever, no return."
Qin Yuyan trotted over to Song Xinya in little steps, hugged her arm, and shook it: "Sister-in-law, don't say that about me. I've improved so much now. I even pass math!"
Song Xinya: "Congratulations. You've gone from a dumb slacker to a slacker who's slightly less dumb."
Qin Yuyan happily accepted Song Xinya's "praise": "With this much improvement, I even admire myself."
Song Xinya turned to Jin Ruizhi: "You're well-traveled and know a lot of people. Have you ever heard of Sheng Tianjun?"
Jin Ruizhi: "Haven't heard of him so far. But school starts tomorrow, and I'll help Teacher Song do some digging."
Song Xinya: "Alright then. See if there's anyone by that name at your school tomorrow."
Jin Ruizhi: "Teacher Song, what I meant was that I'll help you check every single high school in the capital city to see if there's anyone named Sheng Tianjun."
This answer genuinely caught Song Xinya off guard. She was stunned for a second, then gave Jin Ruizhi a thumbs-up: "Young Master Jin really gets things done!"
Jin Ruizhi's gaze shifted to Song Tingyou.
His eyes burned with intensity—dark, direct, and full of that raw, honest enthusiasm that only young people possess.
Before long, Song Tingyou's face turned red under his stare.
Song Xinya stepped in front of Song Tingyou, blocking her, and crossed her arms: "Go to bed, all of you. No matter what, no dating early."
Jin Ruizhi: "Yes, Discipline Director Song."
After wrapping up that topic, Song Xinya sent a message to Tiantianquan: "I got home safe. You?"
Tiantianquan: "I'm not exactly safe."
Song Xinya: "?"
Tiantianquan: "I'm dancing with a wolf."
Song Xinya: "Doing the wild wolf disco?"
Tiantianquan: "Hell no. I got trapped in Chen Siyan's car, the pervert, and he won't let me out."
Song Xinya: "Should I disown him and call 911 for you?"
Tiantianquan: "No need."
Song Xinya got it—those two were into it willingly.
"Have a wonderful night life tonight."
Tiantianquan saw the message and smiled.
Chen Siyan's head leaned over from the driver's seat: "So happy, who are you chatting with?"
Tiantianquan: "A handsome guy."
Chen Siyan: "Which lowlife? Tell me, and I'll go dig up his family's ancestral grave!"
Tiantianquan teased him: "Jealous, huh?"
Chen Siyan: "Jealous doesn't even cut it. I'm about to sour away. A gorgeous woman like you is sitting right next to me, yet you're chatting with another man. I'm this close to slaughtering that bastard."
Tiantianquan: "Killing him won't do any good. There are thousands of men out there. Kill this one, and I can still chat with another."
Just then, a work message came in—a client wanted to book Tiantianquan for Botox and a plumper lip job.
So Tiantianquan started chatting with that client.
Chen Siyan thought she was talking to some sleazy guy.
In a flash, he snatched her phone out of her hand.
Tiantianquan: "Hey! What are you doing?"
"You."
Chen Siyan grabbed her slim, soft waist with both hands, the veins on his hands and arms bulging with strain, and dragged her from the passenger seat onto the driver's seat, planting her on his lap.
His big hand gripped her fair, delicate thigh, parting her legs, and she straddled him.
This position was way too dangerous.
Tiantianquan's heart raced.
"Chen Siyan, what are you doing?"
"Didn't I just say? You."
In the car? Right in front of her house?
God, are you insane?!
Tiantianquan shoved her hands against his shoulders: "Get off, let me down."
She crawled back toward the passenger seat.
Chen Siyan smiled lazily, hooked a finger around her waist, and pulled her back.
Tiantianquan's slender, straight calves dangled at his sides.
"Chen Siyan, don't lose your mind. If we actually do it, this car's going to shake. If the neighbors see, I'll never be able to show my face around here again."
Chen Siyan said flatly: "We'll move."
She was living perfectly fine here, but she'd have to move just to satisfy his animal urges—why the hell should she?
Tiantianquan: "I'll screw your grandpa!"
Chen Siyan: "My grandpa's old, his body's weak, and his male bits don't work anymore. I'm a better fit."
Tiantianquan: "..."
"Shit!"
Chen Siyan: "Me."
Tiantianquan: "......................."
"Is that the only thing on your mind?"
Chen Siyan: "Yes."
They hadn't even started, and he had already shut her up.
She let out a helpless laugh, her soft, gentle hand caressing his face. She traced from his forehead, along the smooth lines of his jaw, slowly down to his lips, pressing her thumb against the corner of his mouth and rubbing hard.
"So, you're really that desperate to do it with me?"
Chen Siyan answered honestly: "Yeah. Desperately."
Tiantianquan couldn't help but laugh and scolded him: "Shameless."
But on Chen Siyan's face—that face full of youthful energy and boyish charm—there was now nothing but cocky arrogance, a reckless kind of lust, and he said: "If you want a wife, you have to throw shame out the window."
"I'll screw you until you're convinced, even if I have to screw you senseless!"
Tiantianquan's palm came down with a smack on his face.
"Shameless pervert."
Chen Siyan: "That felt great. Hit me again."
Tiantianquan: "Why the hell would I reward you?"
Chen Siyan let out a chuckle: "One of these days, I'll buy a collar, and you can put it on my neck yourself, and lead me around."
Tiantianquan: "You're not just shameless—you're twisted."
Chen Siyan: "Done cursing? If you're done, I'm starting."
Tiantianquan: "Let go of my waist. This Audi A8 of yours is way too small. There's no room to work. Wait until you upgrade to a Bentley, and then we can fool around in the car."
Chen Siyan's eyes shimmered with knowing amusement: "You think I can't tell you're trying to trick me into letting you go?"
Tiantianquan: "You're pretty sharp."
Chen Siyan: "How else would I be the top salesman?"
Tiantianquan: "So you've made up your mind not to let me go today?"
Chen Siyan: "Yep."
Tiantianquan: "Animal! All you think about is using me for your own pleasure!"
Chen Siyan: "No. Today, my main goal is to bring you pleasure."
He opened his mouth and took her finger into his mouth.
The nerve endings on fingers are rich, and the receptors are densely packed. They can precisely sense temperature, touch, pressure, and texture. His tongue moved with supple dexterity, licking and scraping, every single cell on her finger was indulged, trembling.
Tiantianquan closed her eyes, tilting her slender neck back, her red lips parting just a crack. Reason shattered completely as she sank into the pleasure he was giving her.
Chen Siyan's scorching, large hand lifted the hem of her skirt.
The mood was thick, and they were just about to get down to business when—bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—a knocking on the car window rang out.
Startled, Tiantianquan opened her eyes and hurriedly smoothed her skirt back down from where it had been shoved up around her waist.
Irritated at having the moment abruptly interrupted, Chen Siyan turned his head and saw a man standing outside the car.
"Who the hell is this idiot?!"
