Chapter 7: Miss, Can We Add Each Other on WeChat?

Sheng Jinchuo and Li Jiameng walked out of the mall as dusk settled, ready to find a nearby restaurant for dinner.

They ended up at a hotpot restaurant. Sheng Jinchuo loved Sichuan cuisine, while Li Jiameng was a foodie who enjoyed anything delicious.

As soon as they entered the private dining room, Sheng Jinchuo’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen—it was Song Qing’an.

“Hello, Ah Qing,” she answered in an affectionate tone.

A warm male voice came through the phone, “Chuchu, where are you? I’ll come pick you up later.”

Sheng Jinchuo replied, “I’m having dinner with Mengmeng. Have you eaten yet?”

After chatting for a bit, they ended the call.

Li Jiameng gave her a teasing look. “Chuchu, are you falling for Big Boss Song already?”

Sheng Jinchuo rolled her eyes. “No way. I’ve only known him for two days—it’s too soon to talk about love!”

Li Jiameng teased, “Oh, come on. You should’ve seen your face just now—soft as water, eyes full of affection.”

“You know what they say—the person involved is always confused, but the bystander sees clearly.”

Sheng Jinchuo hesitated. Was she really that obvious?

She admitted that she had a good impression of Song Qing’an and was quite tempted to flirt with him…

As they ate and chatted, Sheng Jinchuo asked Mengmeng to help her find any potential acting scripts.

The moment work was mentioned, Li Jiameng lost her appetite. She put down her chopsticks with a troubled expression. “Chuchu, you haven’t had a job in six months. Getting a role is going to be tough! At this point, you’re basically just a random extra. After two years in the industry, you’re still a C-list actress at best. It’s a bit tragic, you know?”

Sheng Jinchuo responded, “It doesn’t have to be the lead role. I’d be fine with supporting roles—second female lead, third, even fourth!”

“Alright then, I’ll reach out to Director Yu in the next couple of days. I heard he’s preparing a new drama. I’ll do my best to help you secure a role!”

Sheng Jinchuo was so touched she almost teared up. “Mengmeng, thank you! But will this affect Director Yu’s relationship with your family?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll just tell my dad,” Li Jiameng said nonchalantly. After all, it was her dad who had connections, not her!

After dinner, they stood by the roadside, waiting for Song Qing’an.

Just then, a stylish young man approached Sheng Jinchuo. Looking at her delicate and beautiful face, his cheeks flushed red.

He hesitated before speaking, “Miss, can we add each other on WeChat? Let’s be friends!”

Sheng Jinchuo was momentarily stunned but then shook her head. “Sorry, I’m already married.”

At that moment, she didn’t notice the Rolls-Royce parked by the roadside. Inside the car, a man’s expression darkened as he witnessed the scene, exuding an icy aura that kept people at a distance.

In the front seat, the driver and Lu Xuyang suddenly felt the temperature drop. Was the air conditioning broken?

Lu Xuyang checked the AC and then caught a glimpse of his boss’s expression. Ah, so that was it—Mr. Song was jealous! Haha! He could definitely brag about this to Mr. Song’s father later.

Madam was just too stunning, bound to attract admirers. It seemed like Mr. Song was going to have a tough time in the future!

Through the rearview mirror, he stole another glance at his boss and quickly got out of the car to open the door. “Sir.”

Song Qing’an strode toward Sheng Jinchuo.

Li Jiameng was the first to notice someone approaching. She nudged her best friend—this must be her new husband, right?

Sheng Jinchuo turned her head and saw him coming. Her eyes instantly curved into a smile as she reached out to hold his arm. “Ah Qing!”

Song Qing’an’s cold expression softened slightly upon seeing her bright smile. He gazed at her warmly as she introduced Li Jiameng.

“Ah Qing, this is my best friend and agent, Li Jiameng.”

Li Jiameng quickly greeted him, “Hello, Mr. Song!”

Song Qing’an gave her a nod in acknowledgment.

The young man who had just asked for Sheng Jinchuo’s WeChat instantly felt inferior and slipped away quietly upon seeing Song Qing’an.

Lu Xuyang stepped forward to carry their shopping bags to the car. Sheng Jinchuo initially wanted to drop Li Jiameng off first, but Li Jiameng firmly refused, not wanting to be a third wheel. In reality, she was a little intimidated by Song Qing’an.

The man’s aura was too overpowering—she was scared! She had good instincts. When he got out of the car earlier with a dark face, it was obvious he was jealous. There was no way she was going to stick around as a third wheel!

Left with no choice but still concerned about letting her go alone, Sheng Jinchuo eventually had Lu Xuyang drive Li Jiameng home.

Inside the car, Song Qing’an held Sheng Jinchuo’s hand without letting go. Their fingers interlocked as she obediently sat beside him. Remembering his earlier phone call where he said he’d pick her up after work, she figured he probably hadn’t eaten yet.

So, she offered, “Ah Qing, how about I cook some noodles for you when we get back?”

The man looked down at her soft, pink lips as she spoke. Her cheeks were flushed, and her dewy eyes gazed at him expectantly. His throat tightened, his Adam’s apple moving as he forced himself to look away.

In front of her, his usual self-control crumbled at the slightest glance from her.

He wrapped an arm around her slender waist and gently said, “Okay.”

After walking around all day, Sheng Jinchuo’s legs were sore. Being held by him, surrounded by his cool, refreshing scent, she started feeling sleepy.

Unknowingly, she drifted off in his arms.

Song Qing’an watched her curl up like a little cat in his embrace, amusement flashing in his eyes.

He took off his suit jacket and gently draped it over her, then let her lie down on his lap for a more comfortable rest.

As he gazed at her delicate sleeping face, his eyes traced her every feature. Her slightly parted pink lips looked incredibly tempting.

She shifted slightly in her sleep, snuggling closer like a kitten searching for a comfortable spot. She turned over, her face ending up right against his abdomen.

Her warm breath brushed against his stomach.

Song Qing’an’s body stiffened.

A heat spread from his core, igniting a fire that burned through him. When her small arm unconsciously wrapped around his waist, he couldn’t hold back anymore and let out a low groan.

The woman in his arms remained blissfully unaware, sleeping soundly.

His darkened gaze locked onto her like a starving wolf eyeing its prey.

He slowly raised the partition, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her fiercely. His lips pressed against hers, urgent and possessive. The sudden movement woke Sheng Jinchuo from her slumber.

Kisses rained down on her, leaving her breathless. She trembled in his embrace, weakly protesting by lightly hitting his chest. His deep voice rumbled in her ear, “You were the one who seduced me first.”

Sheng Jinchuo was dumbfounded.

Who seduced who?!

I was asleep!

He chuckled as he stared at her. “Oh really? You blew warm air against my stomach and hugged me—wasn’t that seduction?”

Sheng Jinchuo’s face turned crimson!

But she refused to back down. “I swear I didn’t! I was clearly asleep. You kissed me first!”

Her voice carried a hint of a pout.

Song Qing’an looked at her adorable expression, her lips still moving in protest. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against them before finally letting her go.

Sheng Jinchuo huffed in mock anger. “Ah Qing! You stole another kiss!”

Song Qing’an laughed softly. “Chuchu, how can it be ‘stealing’ when I’m kissing my own wife?” He playfully pinched her cheek.

Her face flushed even redder.

Hearing him call her his wife made her heart flutter.

She had thought Song Qing’an was a cold, ascetic gentleman—but in reality, he was a refined scoundrel!

This mix of restraint and hidden passion fit him perfectly.

And while he seemed to love kissing her, she had to admit—she liked his kisses too.

Maybe, given time, she really would fall in love with this man.