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Li Qiuchan frowned.

She asked, puzzled, "A Hong Kong businessman? Wasn't it supposed to be tomorrow?"

"The other party said that they came to Nanjing early because they were attending an exhibition of paintings by an unknown master, so they wanted to move the meeting to this afternoon."

Li Qiuchan was silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly, "Alright, then you make the arrangements, I'll go there this afternoon."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Lan noticed her helplessness and patted her shoulder: "It's okay, you go ahead and do your thing. I'm going back to take a shower and rest to adjust to the time difference. We'll meet again tonight."

"Okay, then I'll treat you to dinner tonight." Li Qiuchan smiled apologetically and then said to Su Hao.

"Su Hao, take me back to the company first, then you take Wen Lan home."

"no problem."

The car first drove to the Li Group building.

Before Li Qiuchan got out of the car, Wen Lan leaned out and shouted to her, "Don't forget tonight! If you dare to stand me up, I'll post all those embarrassing things you did in high school on my WeChat Moments!"

"You dare!"

Li Qiuchan gave a reproachful smile, waved her hand without turning her head, and strode into the building.

The car restarted and drove towards Yipin Jiangshan residential area.

Wen Lan sat in the passenger seat, adjusted the seat angle, and leaned back comfortably.

She turned her head and looked at Su Hao with great interest, her eyes filled with a hint of inquiry and amusement.

"Su Hao, how long have you been driving for Qiu Chan?"

"Not long, just a few days ago," Su Hao answered truthfully, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

"Just arrived a few days ago?" Wen Lan raised an eyebrow.

"Qiu Chan trusts you quite a bit, actually sending you to pick me up."

"Maybe it's because I look more believable," Su Hao replied casually, his tone relaxed.

Wen Lan was amused by his words, her laughter clear and melodious: "You're quite confident. But to be honest, you are indeed quite handsome. Qiu Chan has been burying herself in work for so many years, never even dating. I thought she wasn't interested in men. I never expected her to hire such a handsome driver. It's really surprising."

Su Hao smiled but didn't reply.

"By the way, how old are you?" Wen Lan continued to ask, like a curious child.

"twenty."

"So much younger than me?" Wen Lan asked in surprise.

"It's so good to be young. I've been abroad for the past few years, staying up all night every day to write papers. I feel like I've aged several years."

"Miss Wen looks quite young, like she's eighteen," Su Hao said casually.

Wen Lan was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, laughing so hard she almost fell over: "You've got a good mouth! No wonder Qiu Chan kept you by her side."

Amidst laughter and cheerful conversation, the car quickly entered the underground parking garage of the Yipin Jiangshan residential complex.

This is a high-end residential area with a spacious and bright underground garage, plenty of parking spaces, and luxury cars such as Mercedes-Benz and BMW can be seen everywhere.

Wen Lan directed Su Hao to park the car next to the designated parking space on the B2 level.

Su Hao got out of the car, opened the trunk, and lifted the huge suitcase with one hand.

The two entered the elevator, and Wen Lan pressed the button for the top floor.

The elevator slowly ascended and stopped at the top floor.

The moment the elevator doors opened, a fresh scent of new renovation wafted out.

Wen Lan took out her key and opened the door, and Su Hao followed her inside.

This is a duplex apartment. Downstairs there is a spacious living room and an open kitchen, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a large terrace with a view of the Nanjing skyline.

The skyscrapers in the distance gleamed in the sunlight, while the streets nearby were bustling with traffic.

The upstairs room should be the bedroom and study.

The interior design is modern and minimalist, with gray and white as the main colors, paired with natural wood furniture, giving an overall clean and neat feeling, just like Wen Lan herself.

"Please sit wherever you like, don't be shy." Wen Lan changed into slippers and quickly walked towards the kitchen.

"I'll go get you something to drink."

Su Hao placed his suitcase against the wall, glanced around the room, and nodded to himself.

The house is indeed tastefully decorated, understated yet refined, showcasing the owner's affluent background and excellent aesthetic sense.

He walked to a grand piano in the living room, pressed a key casually, and the clear piano sound echoed throughout the living room.

"You can play the piano?" Wen Lan's voice came from the kitchen.

"No, just a quick massage." Su Hao withdrew his hand, turned around, and sat down on the sofa.

Wen Lan opened the refrigerator and bent down to get a bottle of mineral water.

She was wearing a pair of white sneakers today, the laces of which were tied a little loosely; she hadn't had time to tighten them properly after running around all day.

"Do you want it iced or at room temperature...?"

Halfway through her sentence, Wen Lan's left foot stepped on the loose shoelace of her right foot, causing her to lose her balance instantly. With a cry of surprise, she fell heavily forward, water bottle and all.

Su Hao reacted extremely quickly.

Almost the instant her body tilted, he sprang up from the sofa and reached out to help her.

However, Wen Lan fell with too much force, and the momentum of the fall prevented Su Hao's left hand from accurately supporting her shoulder. Instead, he crashed directly into something soft.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Lan pressed herself heavily onto him, and the two of them fell onto the soft sofa together.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Wen Lan lay on top of Su Hao, so close that they could clearly feel each other's breath.

Her cheek was no more than ten centimeters from his, their warm breaths mingling, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of orchids emanating from her.

What's worse, Su Hao's left hand was positioned precisely on her chest.

Wen Lan's mind went blank.

She could clearly feel the warmth of his palm, which seeped through her thin slip dress and onto her skin.

The warmth felt like an electric current, sending a tingling sensation from the point of contact all the way to the top of her head.

Wen Lan's cheeks flushed crimson at a visible speed, spreading from her cheeks to her ears and then to her neck, making her look like a boiled shrimp.

"You...you..."

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that her tongue seemed to be tied in knots, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Su Hao was also somewhat embarrassed.

He could feel the soft shape and warmth of her body beneath his palm, and the refreshing scent of herbs lingered around his nose. Under such close contact, his true dragon body inevitably reacted.

"Miss Wen, are you alright?" Su Hao quickly moved his hand away and coughed lightly.

"N-nothing..." Wen Lan hurriedly scrambled off him, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and she didn't even dare to look at him.

She bent down to pick up the water bottle that had fallen to the ground, and hurriedly rushed towards the stairs, her voice clearly flustered: "I...I'll go upstairs and take a shower first! You...you can do as you please!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already disappeared around the corner of the stairs, followed by the sound of a door closing abruptly.

Su Hao sat on the sofa, looked down at his hand that had been injured, and sighed helplessly.

Well, he's really in trouble now. He touched her best friend's breasts on their very first meeting. If Li Qiuchan finds out, she'll probably tear him to pieces.

He leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and circulated the True Dragon Technique, trying to suppress the aroused heat within his body.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom on the second floor, Wen Lan was standing under the showerhead, letting the hot water wash over her body.

She took off her red sundress, stood in front of the mirror, and clearly saw a faint handprint on her chest.

The palm print wasn't heavy, but it stood out prominently against her fair skin.

Her face flushed again.

"Wen Lan, you're so embarrassing..."

Wen Lan covered her face and squatted on the bathroom floor, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart, and turned on the shower, letting the hot water pour down from her head to her feet.

Amid the sound of flowing water, Wen Lan's mind kept replaying the scene from just now.

The moment Su Hao reached out to help her, the warmth of his hand, his breath so close to hers, and the extraordinary depth in his eyes at that moment...

"Stop thinking about it! Stop thinking about it!"

Wen Lan slapped her cheeks hard, trying to banish these chaotic thoughts from her mind.

She squeezed out a pump of shower gel and scrubbed her body vigorously, as if trying to wash away the embarrassment along with the foam.

However, when Wen Lan finished showering, changed into clean home clothes, and stood in front of the mirror combing her hair, a thought involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

His hands...are quite big!