Sang Ning was dazed by the kiss. She swallowed lightly and nodded slightly. "Not bad."
It was much better than yesterday.
There wasn’t too much bitterness—just a sweet, milky tea-like flavor.
He smirked, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as he leaned in to kiss her again. "Then let’s kiss a little longer."
Sang Ning froze. Was he never going to stop?!
"I'm hungry!" She turned her head away.
His lips landed on her ear instead, brushing against it softly. "Then let’s go eat. I’m hungry too."
Finally, he released her and settled back into his seat. Gripping the steering wheel, he drove off. "What do you want to eat?"
Sang Ning glanced at him, noticing his unusually cheerful and agreeable demeanor.
He caught her gaze and turned to her. "What’s wrong?"
After a brief pause, she said, "How about some private kitchen cuisine?"
"Sure."
As he merged into traffic, he remarked casually, "The AI medical project secured another round of funding. The equity structure needs reworking. Come to Huiyao tomorrow."
"Can’t tomorrow. My sister’s getting married."
"Oh, the arranged marriage with the Chen Family?"
"Yeah."
He spoke leisurely. "I’m a little surprised this wedding is actually happening."
"Why? They’re madly in love."
His brow arched slightly. Madly in love?
"Seems like their feelings are quite genuine, then."
Sang Ning shook her head. "Genuine or not, it’s definitely been dramatic."
He frowned. What kind of nonsense was this "dramatic" love?
"I just thought you wouldn’t let your sister marry into the Chen Family so easily."
The first time he’d seen her at her grandmother’s birthday banquet, she had publicly slapped her younger siblings, proving they weren’t close.
If she could scheme to trap Chen Zhihan with Du Yao, why would she let Nan Siya live comfortably?
Sang Ning replied earnestly, "She’s still my sister."
He shot her a sidelong glance. "You’re surprisingly softhearted."
Sang Ning blinked, then said slowly, "I’ve always been kind."
"..."
A faint smile curved her lips. "Let her have what she wants for now. Reeling in a big fish takes patience."
He turned to look at her. Her chin was slightly raised, her bright eyes brimming with unbridled ambition and sharpness—like a dazzling pearl, radiant and captivating.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his heartbeat quickening.
Suddenly, Sang Ning realized the road ahead looked increasingly familiar.
She looked up and saw the words "Xizi Bay."
Pausing, she turned to him. "Aren’t we going out to eat?"
His expression remained calm. "You wanted private kitchen cuisine. I had the chef come to my place."
"Can’t we just go to a restaurant?"
"Too many eyes outside. What if someone sees us together?" His tone was matter-of-fact.
"..."
He drove straight into the underground garage and stepped out of the car.
"We’re here."
As Sang Ning got out, her gaze landed on a gray Porsche parked opposite them.
She hesitated. That car looked oddly familiar.
He Siyu, seeing her pause, took her hand and pulled her toward the elevator. "Let’s go."
He walked with focus—eyes fixed ahead, pressing the elevator button, watching the numbers flicker on the display.
Sang Ning suddenly asked, "That gray Porsche in the garage… I feel like I’ve seen it before."
His eyebrow twitched, but his voice was indifferent. "Oh, that’s not my car."
"Really? Last month, I saw it parked across from my office every day after work. Must be your neighbor’s? Does your neighbor work at Nan Corporation too?"
His lips pressed into a thin line. "Probably."
She blinked, as if realizing something, then smiled.
"Oh, what a coincidence."
He didn’t look back at her, his lips tightening as his grip on her hand subtly tightened.
The elevator dinged open. He led her out, unlocked the door with his fingerprint, and pushed inside—only to immediately pin her against the door, one hand cradling the back of her head as he kissed her fiercely.
"Mmph—"
It was nearly seven, and the apartment was dim without lights. His kiss was rough, urgent. She couldn’t see his face clearly, only heard his ragged breathing and the pounding of his heartbeat.
When she pushed at his chest, gasping for air, he finally pulled back slightly—but kept her trapped within his space.
She looked up, meeting his dark, fathomless eyes in the shadows.
His gaze locked onto hers. "It’s my car."
Her lashes fluttered. Any teasing thoughts vanished as she nodded slowly. "Oh."
Trying to shift the topic, she asked, "When’s the chef coming?"
He kissed the corner of her lips. "Later."
His body burned against her, his eyes like a starving wolf’s.
She swallowed. "But I’m hungry."
His lips trailed down her cheek to her neck, his voice rough. "Then I’ll be quick."
"..."
Enclosed in his arms, she felt his scorching hands roam over her body, the heat searing even through her dress.
Her legs weakened, and her bag slipped from her fingers, hitting the floor with a soft thud.
He stilled, lifting his head from her neck to glance at the fallen bag.
Kneeling, he picked it up, hooked it on his finger, and kissed her cheek. "Did you bring the seal?"
Her eyes flickered, ears warming. "Yes."
His hands gripped her waist, lifting her onto the entryway cabinet.
Now towering over him, Sang Ning steadied herself on the edge, unaccustomed to the height.
He rummaged through her bag, retrieving the small seal and placing it on the cabinet.
When he looked up, his dark eyes were unreadable—but a closer look revealed the hunger burning beneath. His composed demeanor might have fooled someone into thinking he was as stern as during a press conference.
With deft fingers, he loosened his navy-blue business tie. Her grip on the cabinet tightened, her heart skipping a beat.
Slowly, he undid his shirt buttons one by one, revealing a toned chest.
After shrugging off the shirt, he stepped closer, caging her between his arms as he tilted his head up to kiss her. "Why aren’t you using the seal?"
Forcing composure despite her racing heart, Sang Ning picked it up. Her fingers trailed down his firm chest before pressing the seal over his heart.
When she met his gaze, her usually calm eyes shimmered with brilliance.
He pulled her into another kiss, his lips moving from her mouth to her earlobe, nipping lightly.
His breath was hot against her ear as he murmured, low and possessive:
"Nan Sangning, I’m yours."
