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The phone rang for a while, but no one answered.

Rong Zheng hung up the phone and looked at Mu Yihuai, "Senior Brother Mu, I think I just saw someone I know. Could you take me to that VIP floor?"

Mu Yihuai nodded.

The two walked towards the elevator.

Just as she reached the elevator, Rong Zheng's phone rang. It was Lu Peichuan calling, and she answered.

"Zhengzheng, you just called me. I was in a meeting, just finished. Is there something you need?"

"Are you having a meeting in Ancheng?"

"Well, I'm in Ancheng on a business trip, so naturally I'll be holding meetings here. Why are you suddenly asking this?"

She must have been mistaken; the person's figure and silhouette only resembled Lu Peichuan's.

Rong Zheng said to the person on the other end of the phone, "It's nothing, just asking."

"Are you missing me?"

With Mu Yihuai standing beside her, Rong Zheng, being shy and embarrassed to say anything mushy in front of others, said, "I have something to do, so I'll hang up now."

Rong Zheng hung up the phone and looked at Mu Yihuai, "I misread it just now, no need to go, let's go to your office to study the paper."

After discussing with Senior Brother Mu, Rong Zheng gained new ideas and insights into her thesis, and spent the next two days almost entirely at home working on it.

She was so engrossed in her work that she forgot the time until Bai Yuxiu called to ask why she hadn't gone to the old house yet. Only then did she remember that it was the weekend and she should go to the old house for dinner.

"I'm coming right now."

"Wait at home. Shi Yan just called. He's in the city on business and happens to be passing by Jinsha Bay, so he'll bring you over."

The thought of sharing a car with Song Shiyan, that living devil, sent chills down Rong Zheng's spine, and she immediately refused, "No need to trouble you, brother, I..."

"If you knew it would be troublesome, why didn't you come sooner?" Bai Yuxiu said and then hung up the phone.

Rong Zheng sighed, tidied herself up, and then asked Uncle Chen to take her to the gate of the villa area.

Jinsha Bay is a well-known villa area for the wealthy in Jiangcheng. It covers a large area and consists entirely of detached villas, offering a high degree of privacy and excellent greenery.

The villa where Rong Zheng lives is quite far from the gate; it would probably take half an hour to walk there. She doesn't have Song Shiyan's contact information and doesn't know when he'll be coming, so she can only go there as soon as possible to wait.

When Rong Zheng arrived at the gate, she saw that Song Shiyan's car was already parked on the side of the road. It was a black Rolls-Royce. She had seen it at the gate of the old house a few days ago when she went to eat there.

I didn't expect him to arrive so early.

Rong Zheng got out of her car and walked towards the sleek, black Rolls-Royce.

Assistant Fang got out of the driver's seat and opened the back door.

Rong Zheng walked to Fang's side and saw that Song Shiyan was also sitting in the back seat. From her angle, she could only see most of the man's lower body, while his head was hidden in the shadows and could not be seen.

The straight, wrinkle-free trousers hugged her long, slender legs, which were casually crossed. Perhaps because they were so long, the luxurious and spacious room felt slightly cramped.

He wore a smoky gray shirt with black cufflinks that gleamed with a cool, understated light, perfectly complementing the expensive watch on his wrist and showcasing the man's distinguished status.

Even without seeing his face, Rong Zheng could feel the intense pressure emanating from the man.

She didn't want to sit with Song Shiyan, so she glanced subconsciously at the passenger seat, and then at Assistant Fang, who opened the door for her.

Hesitation and confusion surfaced in his eyes.

"Get in the car."

A deep, clear voice came from inside the car.

His voice seemed to possess an innate power of authority, making people dare not disobey.

Rong Zheng bent down to get into the car and greeted him politely, "Big Brother."

Song Shiyan nodded slightly.

The car started and quickly merged into the traffic.

Rong Zheng placed her hands on her lap, her back straight, sitting upright like an obedient primary school student.

The carriage was very quiet.

I should probably say something, otherwise it will seem a bit awkward.

But Rong Zheng and Song Shiyan were not familiar with each other at all, and she really didn't know what to say. Just as she was racking her brains for a topic, a man's deep and clear voice came from the side.

"Is Pei Chuan away on a business trip?"

Rong Zheng nodded, "Mm."

The carriage fell silent again. Was her answer too perfunctory?

Song Shiyan suddenly asked Lu Peichuan, clearly concerned about his younger brother. After a couple of seconds, Rong Zheng added, "Something urgent has happened at the company's Ancheng branch, and he needs to handle it. He should be back in about a week."

"A week?"

The man's voice carried a hint of displeasure.

Rong Zheng glanced at Song Shiyan. His expression was calm, and she couldn't discern his emotions from his expression at all. "Well, he said it would take about a week."

The man didn't speak again, and the car fell silent once more.

Having already spoken, there was no need for embarrassment. Rong Zheng turned her head and stared blankly at the buildings rushing past outside the window.

Suddenly the car braked sharply and stopped.

Caught off guard, Rong Zheng instinctively lurched forward. The next second, a hand blocked her forehead, steadily supporting her leaning body. At the same time, a large hand landed on her swollen belly, protecting her child.

"Mr. Song, excuse me, a cat suddenly rushed out from ahead." Assistant Fang's voice came from the front.

Song Shiyan helped Rong Zheng sit up straight. "Are you alright?"

Rong Zheng was still a little shaken. "It's alright, thank you."

Song Shiyan looked at Assistant Fang and said, "Drive slower."

"Okay." Assistant Fang slowed down the car and drove at a steady speed.

Rong Zheng felt the baby moving inside her belly and gently stroked her stomach.

Baby, it's okay, don't be afraid, Mommy's here.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Song Shiyan asked.

Rong Zheng's red lips curved slightly as she looked at her stomach. "No, the baby was probably frightened. He kicked me just now, and I'm trying to comfort him."

Song Shiyan's deep gaze fell on Rong Zheng's face.

A faint smile played on her lips, and her eyes and brows exuded gentleness, radiating the warmth and care of a mother's love.

Rong Zheng felt as if someone was watching her. She turned to look at Song Shiyan and saw only the man's deep and sculpted profile. He was looking out the window, seemingly lost in thought, his thin lips slightly pursed, exuding an aloof indifference.

She then looked at Assistant Fang, who was driving, but he couldn't possibly be looking back.

Was she hallucinating?

They remained silent for the rest of the journey.

Upon arriving at the old house, Rong Zheng sent a message to Uncle Chen, asking him to come and pick her up.

Song Shiyan brought her here by chance; she wasn't about to have his men take her back.

After dinner, Bai Yuxiu told Rong Zheng that she was about to give birth and should not run around. She should stay at home and not cause trouble for Lu Peichuan.

Rong Zheng lowered her head and nodded in agreement, then left.

Back at Jinsha Bay, Rong Zheng leaned back on the sofa and made a video call to Lu Peichuan.

He's been in Ancheng for three days now, and they've been keeping in touch by message. She's starting to miss him and wants to see him, and also wants him to show her the night view of Ancheng.