Jiang Liuyue naturally noticed the man's gaze on her.
She tried to step back.
But a large hand firmly gripped her waist.
"You..." Her almond-shaped eyes darted around in a slight panic.
In the end.
The kiss landed on her forehead.
Light and very gentle.
Song Hanzheng released her.
He confirmed, "At least two lead actress roles in TV dramas a year, and three high-end luxury brand commercials."
"As for your living expenses, how much do you want?"
Jiang Liuyue raised her hand and held up five fingers.
She meant fifty thousand a month.
That shouldn't be considered asking for an exorbitant price.
Song Hanzheng looked at her, smiled lightly, and said, "Five hundred thousand? Fine."
Wait.
Jiang Liuyue's pupils trembled as she reconfirmed, "Five hundred thousand a month?"
Song Hanzheng looked puzzled. "What else?"
I give up trying to understand you rich people.
Forget it, forget it.
Just thinking about all that money entering her own pocket soon put Jiang Liuyue in an excellent mood.
"Song Han, you are seriously so handsome," she praised from the bottom of her heart.
Song Hanzheng's lips curled up in a smile.
"The place you live in is too small. We'll go look at houses in a few days and get you a new one."
Jiang Liuyue nodded repeatedly. "Okay, okay."
"Let's go. Back to the car."
Song Hanzheng gestured to the driver trailing far behind them, and the two got back into the car.
The atmosphere between them was completely different from how it was at the beginning.
As soon as Jiang Liuyue sat securely, she noticed the man beside her taking her hand, squeezing her fingertips, and examining her hand.
"W-what are you doing?"
"Holding hands," he said.
"Oh." Jiang Liuyue's face gradually flushed red; she felt as though the temperature inside the car was steadily rising.
Just then, the car drove through a section of road under repair. A large pothole was unavoidable, and the car bumped violently as it drove over it.
Jiang Liuyue, who was originally sitting on the left side, slid along with gravity right into Song Hanzheng on the right.
Her body inevitably crashed into his chest.
Song Hanzheng steadied her, his other hand wrapping around her waist.
The rough palm grazed her, bringing a warm sensation.
His deep gaze fell on the top of her head.
Jiang Liuyue kept her head down, not daring to meet those burning eyes.
They maintained this posture.
Song Hanzheng behaved himself; the hand resting on her waist didn't wander.
They held this position for a long time.
"We're here," a voice finally came from above her head.
Jiang Liuyue looked out the car window and realized they had arrived at her apartment.
"Oh, okay."
She flusteredly tried to pull away from his embrace, but Song Hanzheng held her firmly in place.
"What are you doing?"
Unexpectedly, he rested his head in the crook of her neck, his voice muffled.
"You're just going to leave like this?"
"Um, what else?" Jiang Liuyue met his gaze, her voice growing quieter.
The corners of her clear, almond-shaped eyes tilted up slightly. Amidst her innocence, there was a trace of allure.
A high-end hunter often appears in the guise of prey.
Song Hanzheng was becoming more and more proactive.
All she had to do was play the part of a silly, ignorant little actress perfectly.
Song Hanzheng pursed his lips, looking a bit displeased.
He let go.
"You can go."
Look, the guy was angry again.
Jiang Liuyue naturally knew how to play hard to get. Looking at his expression, the corners of her lips involuntarily curled up.
Catching him off guard.
She proactively tilted her head up.
A feather-light kiss landed on the corner of his lips.
A soft peck.
Then she quickly dodged away, opened the car door, and stepped out.
The movements were fluid and seamless.
By the time Song Hanzheng reacted, Jiang Liuyue was already out of the car.
"See you tomorrow."
She waved her hand, a smile on her lips.
Her slightly round, almond-shaped eyes curved upwards as she smiled.
She looked like she still had a bit of a student's childish charm.
Seeing this, any trace of displeasure vanished from Song Hanzheng's heart, and his own lips curved up.
"Mm, wait for me."
...
As soon as she returned to her apartment, Jiang Liuyue received a call from Lin Yizhou.
The very first thing the person on the other end said was an apology.
"I'm sorry."
"What are you apologizing for?" Jiang Liuyue was somewhat confused.
Lin Yizhou's voice came through, sounding somewhat low and somber.
"I was the one who invited Sister Feile to dinner tonight."
"I... didn't know you were my brother's girlfriend." He paused for a moment before adding, "I didn't expect things to get so complicated tonight."
"After all, my brother used to treat Sister Feile very well."
Jiang Liuyue wasn't stupid.
This phone call.
Lin Yizhou's apology was secondary; his real purpose was to point out the intimate relationship between Song Hanzheng and Li Feile.
"What is their relationship?" Jiang Liuyue asked directly.
Lin Yizhou paused.
Then he slowly answered:
"Sister Feile and my brother are childhood sweethearts. When they were little, our two families were very close and even joked about an arranged marriage for them."
"Later..."
Jiang Liuyue pressed, "What happened later?"
Lin Yizhou didn't spell it out directly, only expressing it vaguely.
"Later, something happened. The Li family fell into ruin, and Sister Feile became an orphan. Over the years, it's been my brother who has financially supported her."
"So their relationship is very complicated. They are family, friends, and he is her benefactor."
Jiang Liuyue wanted to know what had happened back then.
However, it would be best if Song Hanzheng told her himself.
Rather than hearing it through a third party.
Lin Yizhou's motives were impure, and he wasn't as innocent as he appeared on the surface.
With a hint of caution, Jiang Liuyue gave a soft "Hmm" and said:
"And what about you? What is your relationship with Li Feile?"
Lin Yizhou on the other end of the line was taken aback.
He immediately replied:
"I've always seen her as an older sister."
Jiang Liuyue asked:
"Didn't you say that growing up, no matter what was important to you, your brother would snatch it away? Li Feile was taken away too, so you hate him, don't you?"
Lin Yizhou was silent for a long time.
So long that Jiang Liuyue wondered if he had hung up the phone.
A soft sigh came from the other end.
Followed by a gloomy male voice.
"Yes, I hate him."
"And now, he's taken you away too!"
Jiang Liuyue: "..."
Lin Yizhou spoke again:
"Liuyue, I don't want to speak ill of my brother, but he just enjoys the thrill of the chase. You probably don't know this, but none of his girlfriends ever last more than a week."
"Why?"
"Because he gets bored." Lin Yizhou paused, then added, "There is one thing I feel I must tell you. My brother's biological mother had poor mental health back then. She committed suicide."
"The doctor said it might be hereditary."
"So... you need to be careful."
Jiang Liuyue simply replied with an "Okay" and hung up the phone.
Because a new message had come in.
Song Hanzheng: [I just got home.]
Song Hanzheng: [What about you?]
Jiang Liuyue, a woman of few words but swift action: [Thinking of you.]
Song Hanzheng: [...]
The chat box kept showing that the other party was typing.
But no new message came through for a long time.
Jiang Liuyue could easily picture his flustered yet secretly pleased expression.
Song Hanzheng: [Send me your card number.]
Jiang Liuyue sent him a bank card number.
Three minutes later.
A notification sound chimed for a bank deposit message, and her bank account now had an extra five hundred thousand in it.
