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Rong Zheng arrived at the garden and saw Song Shiyan standing in the pavilion answering a phone call, while Assistant Fang stood straight on the pavilion steps.

She walked over and overheard Song Shiyan saying on the phone, "Cripple his legs." She was so frightened that she stopped abruptly, standing rooted to the spot.

Did she arrive at the wrong time?

Could I have overheard something I shouldn't have and been silenced?

"come over."

A deep, magnetic male voice came from the pavilion. Rong Zheng snapped out of her reverie and looked up at Song Shiyan. He had hung up the phone sometime earlier and was sitting at the stone table, looking at her.

Driven by survival instinct, without thinking, he blurted out, "I didn't hear anything."

Looking at Rong Zheng's somewhat panicked and fearful eyes, Song Shiyan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Are you afraid of me?"

The man's gaze was extremely intimidating, making people afraid to look him in the eye.

Rong Zheng lowered her eyes, carefully choosing her words before speaking, "My elder brother holds a high position and wields great power, so naturally he is respected by all."

Song Shiyan's thin lips curved slightly, and he knew how to speak. "Come and sit down."

Rong Zheng walked into the pavilion, supporting her pregnant belly as she slowly sat down at the stone table.

On the stone table was a complete set of tea-making tools and a box of high-end Biluochun tea.

Lu Yunshan loves tea, and Rong Zheng had specially learned the art of tea to please him. She dared not look around, lowered her eyes to look at the tea set, tried her best to calm her mind, and carefully cleaned the tea set.

Song Shiyan casually crossed his long legs, his slender fingers gently stroking the rosewood bracelet on his wrist, his scrutinizing gaze falling on Rong Zheng's face.

She wore no makeup, her features were delicate and clean, giving her a pleasing and refreshing appearance. Due to her pregnancy, she was slightly plump, her round belly almost touching the stone table.

Rong Zheng could feel Song Shiyan's gaze on her, which made her feel like she was being pricked by thorns. She considered herself to have a strong mental fortitude, but her palms were starting to sweat.

At that moment, the man's deep voice rang out, "Are you still at work?"

Rong Zheng paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.

Why is he asking this?

She answered truthfully, "I've been working until today, and I'll start my maternity leave tomorrow."

"Have all the production arrangements been made?"

Is he showing concern for her?

Why does he care about her?

They weren't familiar with each other.

Although he was the child's nominal uncle, he was merely an adopted son of the Lu family. To put it bluntly, he and the child in her womb had no blood relation whatsoever.

Rong Zheng couldn't figure out what the man was thinking. She wanted to ask, but didn't dare. She could only answer nervously, "It's all arranged. It's at the hospital where I work. Everyone there is an acquaintance. I already made arrangements."

The man gave a soft "hmm," and after a couple of seconds, asked again, "Is Pei Chuan good to you?"

Upon hearing Lu Peichuan's name, Rong Zheng's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and the corners of her lips unconsciously curved into a slight smile. "He treats me very well."

Song Shiyan stared at Rong Zheng's faint smile for two seconds, then looked away, stood up, walked to the railing, and gazed at the flowers in full bloom in front of him.

It suddenly looks much better to me.

As soon as the man left the stone table, Rong Zheng felt the surrounding atmosphere ease considerably. Her movements as she poured water were no longer stiff. After a moment, she poured out the tea and said, "Brother, the tea is ready."

The man didn't speak.

Rong Zheng looked up and saw that Song Shiyan had his back to her. The man was tall and slender, with his hair combed back, clean and neat, without a single mess. Every strand of hair exuded meticulousness.

Just a glimpse of his back is enough to send chills down one's spine.

She immediately looked away, swallowed hard, and sat quietly, not daring to make a sound.

After a while, the man still didn't move. Rong Zheng wanted to remind him that tea doesn't taste good if it's left out for too long, but when she remembered what the man had said when she came over—that he had crippled his legs—she immediately gave up the idea of ​​reminding him.

What if he thinks she talks too much and cuts out her tongue?

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out, "Big Brother."

Rong Zheng looked up and saw Lu Peichuan enter the pavilion. She felt as if she had been reborn. The atmosphere just now had been too oppressive. "Peichuan, you're back."

Song Shiyan heard the joy in Rong Zheng's voice, turned around, and saw her get up and walk to Lu Peichuan's side.

Lu Peichuan helped Rong Zheng up, then looked at Song Shiyan apologetically, "Sorry, there was a traffic jam on the way, I kept you waiting, brother."

Song Shiyan's gaze lingered for a second on Rong Zheng's hand holding Lu Peichuan's, then he calmly stepped out of the pavilion.

Rong Zheng let out a soft breath.

Seeing Rong Zheng's relieved expression and her sweaty palms, Lu Peichuan asked, "Were you frightened?"

Rong Zheng nodded truthfully.

Lu Peichuan reassured him, "Don't be afraid. Big Brother just has a bit of an intimidating aura, but he's actually a very nice person. He's in such a high position, he can't control his subordinates without a strong presence. Let's go eat."

"it is good."

Lu Peichuan helped Rong Zheng out of the pavilion.

A gentle breeze wafted by, and Rong Zheng caught a faint, sweet scent of perfume emanating from Lu Peichuan. This scent…

She smelled it in his car last time.

"You met with that female client again?"

Lu Peichuan looked at Rong Zheng with a puzzled expression. "Hmm?"

Rong Zheng leaned closer to Lu Peichuan and sniffed, "It's that cloying perfume scent again."

Lu Peichuan glanced at the clothes he hadn't had time to change. "Yeah, she called me in after the meeting to discuss the cooperation plan, that's why I'm late."

But you can't just pick up perfume like that unless you've been in close contact with someone, and close contact is required to discuss a business deal, right?

As Rong Zheng was thinking, Lu Peichuan said again, "She accidentally spilled tea on her clothes, so I wiped it for her. If you don't like the taste, I won't work with her next time."

It turned out to be the case.

Rong Zheng laughed and said, "You're abusing your power for personal gain. That won't do. Don't corrupt the baby."

Lu Peichuan smiled indulgently, "You, nowadays, your heart and eyes are full of children."

The two chatted and laughed all the way to the restaurant, where everyone was already seated. Usually, the seat of honor was for Lu Yunshan, but now Song Shiyan was sitting there.

The head seat faced the restaurant entrance. As soon as Rong Zheng entered, her eyes met Song Shiyan's. The smile on her face froze instantly and quickly disappeared. She then sat down at the table with Lu Peichuan.

Lu Yunshan called out to Song Shiyan, "Shiyan, these are all your favorite dishes. Try them and see if they suit your taste."

Song Shiyan nodded slightly, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat.

Seeing that he had started eating, the others also picked up their chopsticks and began to eat.

Lu Peichuan: "Big brother, how long do you plan to stay in Jiangcheng this time?"

Song Shiyan paused slightly as he picked up some food, then looked up and gave a cool glance.

Lu Peichuan considered himself to be calm and composed, but Song Shiyan's gaze still made him somewhat unable to cope.

Realizing he might have been too talkative, he forced a smile and said, "I didn't mean to pry into your schedule, I was just asking so I can make arrangements for your hospitality."

Song Shiyan placed the food into the bowl before saying calmly, "Half a month."

Lu Peichuan was somewhat surprised. The Song Group's businesses spanned the entire world, and as the head of this multinational corporation, Song Shiyan's time was extremely precious.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's measured in seconds.

This time, I've stayed in Jiangcheng for so long.

Half a month later, it was exactly Rong Zheng's due date.

He certainly wouldn't presume to think that Song Shiyan was staying to offer congratulations; he wasn't that shameless to make Song Shiyan wait for half a month.

Although he was curious about what Song Shiyan wanted to do by staying in Jiangcheng for so long, he dared not ask any further.