Sweet crazy!The cold lawyer Song married at an early age

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Somehow, word got to the Song family that Song Shichen had brought Shen Wanyi to Old Master Xiao's birthday banquet that day.

As soon as Song Shichen entered, he heard Song Shaotang's sarcastic voice. He snorted coldly, "What a rare guest. Did you really think you couldn't invite Lawyer Song home..."

Chen Shuxian quickly poured a cup of tea for her still angry husband, then winked at Song Shichen, offering him an excuse, "Our son's busy with work, he's home now, why would you want him not to come back..."

Song Shichen was already used to Song Shaotang's sarcastic remarks. He sat down and loosened his tie. "If the Song family doesn't welcome me, I don't have to come back."

Song Shaotang pointed at him, trembling with anger, "You brought that woman to Old Master Xiao's birthday banquet, do you even respect the Song family?!"

Song Shichen's dark eyes darkened, and his expression gradually turned displeased. He stood up and said, "Please show some respect. Whether you accept it or not, she will be the only wife I, Song Shichen, have ever recognized."

"Good, good, good... that woman is really something, she's got you completely bewitched..." Song Shaotang said "good" several times in a row, clearly quite angry.

"What's all the noise so early in the morning..." A voice came from the second floor. Before seeing the person, one could hear the voice. Looking in the direction of the sound, Grandma Song was slowly coming downstairs with Chen Shan's help.

Song Shaotang suppressed his anger and went over to help Grandma Song to sit down. "Mom, why did you get down? Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

Grandma Song glanced at the father and son, who always argued whenever they met. "Ah Chen rarely comes back, does he have to have to fight like this and leave on bad terms?"

Of the three children, Song Shichen was the youngest and was rebellious at heart. He had always been at odds with Song Shaotang since childhood, but Grandma Song loved him the most and favored him unconditionally.

Not far away, two people were watching the scene from the railing. Song Qingran nudged Song Yinghuai beside her. Having witnessed the whole thing, she couldn't help but sigh, "Tsk, the third brother is quite the romantic..."

Song Yinghuai chuckled, "Little sister, you're always abroad, you don't understand him..."

"I'm really curious about what methods that sister-in-law I've never met used, or whether the third brother was willing to take the bait."

"It's like a willing victim taking the bait."

The two smiled at each other.

Grandma Song took the tea to moisten her throat. "I overheard some things upstairs. It's just Ah Chen showing up with some people. What's the big deal? It was bound to happen sooner or later. It'll just cause a huge commotion..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Shaotang's expression changed. What did it mean that it was only a matter of time? He had never admitted to that woman at all!

"Mom, this woman has also bewitched you. I don't agree to let this woman into the family, and I will not acknowledge her as my wife in public!"

"Their relationship is their own business. The Song family doesn't need a marriage between equals or a union of equals. That boy is a good person. It's rare for the third son to find love again. We shouldn't interfere in the world of young people." Grandma Song looked up at Song Shaotang, who was still unwilling to give up. That look carried a warning. She called the servants to serve the dishes, and the dinner was spent in silence.

At 10 p.m., Song Shichen returned to his apartment and casually hung his coat on the rack. The living room light was still on, but Shen Wanyi was nowhere to be seen.

As soon as he entered the room, he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. Song Shichen put the book he had casually tossed on the bed back in its place.

After a while, Shen Wanyi walked towards him while drying her still dripping hair. "You're back." She reached out and put her arms around the man's neck, hanging on him.

Song Shichen supported her buttocks to prevent her from falling, carried her to the sofa, took the towel, and gently wiped her wet hair. His slender fingertips ran through her fragrant hair with such tenderness.

When her hair was half-dry, he picked up the hairdryer, plugged it in, and let the warm air flow through her hair. He gently and patiently massaged her soft hair with his fingers.

Shen Wanyi closed her eyes, enjoying Song Shichen's service. She didn't know how much time had passed when she became drowsy from the warm breeze and a gentle kiss landed on her cheek.

She got up and sat cross-legged, tugging at Song Shichen's sleeve and shaking it, "You're back so late, have you eaten anything?"

Song Shichen lowered his head, curled his fingertip, and gently stroked the tip of her nose. A slight smile curved his lips as he looked at her with amusement. "You ate, and now you're hungry again..."

"Perfect timing, I'll make you a midnight snack so you can try my cooking!" Shen Wanyi was about to get up when the man grabbed her and hugged her.

As she was wondering, she heard Song Shichen raise an eyebrow and whisper, "This hunger is not that kind of hunger..."

Before she could react, Shen Wanyi was carried to the bed. She gasped as the man leaned down on her. The silent air seemed to be filled with a subtle, ambiguous tension.

A barrage of kisses spread from her collarbone to her face, accompanied by soft, rapid breaths. With each kiss, her heartbeat pounded, slowly eroding her remaining reason.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and she could even feel the taut muscles and irresistible strength beneath his shirt.

After several twists and turns, she was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open. It was already late at night when she felt someone pick her up and wrap her body in hot water. She felt so comfortable that she didn't want to move.

Finally, she sank into the soft, cozy bed, too exhausted to think, feeling utterly drained and sleepy.

Nestled against the man's chest, Shen Wanyi remained somewhat conscious. She slowly asked, "Do you love me?"

Before the man could speak, she continued, her tone tinged with a hint of grievance, "I don't think I've ever heard you say you love me..." (End of Chapter)