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As the man's face drew closer and closer to her, reason told her she should push him away, but her body seemed to be under a spell, unable to move.

She could clearly smell the cool, woody scent emanating from him, and she could even feel the warmth of his breath. If she didn't stop him, he was about to kiss her!

The room was silent, save for the rapid, beating of her heart and the patter of rain outside the window.

Rong Zheng swallowed hard, her throat dry and tight, and called out in a trembling voice, "Big Brother."

Upon hearing the sound, Song Shiyan suddenly came to his senses. The restraint and longing in his heart were so intense that he was almost suffocating. The burning passion in his eyes was forcibly and extremely suppressed.

He put down the shopping bags, placed his hands on her waist, his Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and his voice was extremely low, filled with suppressed emotion, "Stand still."

The next moment, he released his hand from her waist, picked up the shopping bag from the ground again, and handed it to her, "Fever-reducing patches, constant-temperature formula, and essential medicines for newborns."

Rong Zheng then realized that Song Shiyan had been bending down to put the bag on the ground so he could help her stand up, and she had mistakenly thought... he was going to kiss her.

Song Shiyan is the heir to a top-tier wealthy family, with a prestigious status. He also has a girlfriend who is her ex-husband's older brother. She must be crazy to have such an absurd idea.

Now, facing Zhang's composed and abstinent face, even if it was just a fleeting thought, Rong Zheng felt extremely ashamed. Her cheeks burned, and she took the bag from his hand, not daring to look at him anymore. She turned around to apply a fever-reducing patch to her daughter.

Song Shiyan ran his fingers back and forth at his side, where Rong Zheng's warmth still lingered. "Take good care of Tangtang. Call me if you need anything."

"Mmm," Rong Zheng responded softly, not daring to turn her head. Then she heard footsteps fading away, followed by the sound of a door closing.

After waiting a few more seconds until it was completely quiet, she dared to turn around. Seeing that Song Shiyan was no longer in the room, her tense nerves instantly relaxed. She took a deep breath and let her shoulders slump.

Song Shiyan went into the bathroom after returning to his room and didn't come out until half an hour later.

The next morning.

Rong Zheng was awakened by a knock on the door. Her first reaction was to take Tangtang's temperature with a thermometer. It was 37°C, which was normal. She hadn't gone to sleep until Tangtang's temperature went down last night. Seeing that there was no relapse, she was instantly relieved and got out of bed to open the door.

The moment she opened the door and saw Song Shiyan, the image of him supporting her waist last night flashed through her mind, and her cheeks flushed. "Big brother."

"How is Tangtang?"

"The fever has subsided."

"Okay, time to get up."

"Okay, I'll go wash up now."

Song Shiyan nodded and turned to leave.

Rong Zheng went back to her room to wash up, change her clothes, and tidy herself up. Tangtang was still sleeping, so she made a bottle of milk powder for Tangtang in case she woke up on the way. After that, she packed Tangtang's things and then hesitated a bit when she was about to pick her up.

She was holding the baby, so how was Tangtang going to carry this huge bag of things?

Just as she was fretting, Fang Zheng appeared at the door. "Miss Rong, may we leave now?"

Isn't this like someone handing you a pillow when you're feeling sleepy?

"Sure, Assistant Fang, could you help me with these things?"

"No problem." Fang Zheng entered the house and picked up the bag.

The two went downstairs together.

Once downstairs, Fang Zheng said to Rong Zheng, "Put the baby in this crib to sleep. I'll look after him here. Mr. Song is waiting for you in the dining room for breakfast."

Rong Zheng looked at the brand-new crib in front of her, somewhat surprised. It wasn't there when she came last night. "Is this newly bought?"

"Yes, that's what Mr. Song instructed."

This man is so thoughtful! But it's such a waste to only use it for such a short time.

Rong Zheng carefully placed Tangtang in the crib before going to the restaurant for dinner.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, I saw Song Shiyan sitting at the table reading a newspaper. His black shirt was crisp and neat, with all the buttons fastened to the top. He looked focused and serious as he read the newspaper, his face calm and composed.

Rong Zheng felt that she was still more used to Song Shiyan's current appearance.

Last night, he was wearing pajamas at home, and only his collarbone and a small patch of skin on his chest were visible.

But for someone who is usually meticulous and never reveals anything, suddenly showing a little bit has an extreme attraction.

She's so sexy and alluring that it's hard to resist.