The group talked for a whole morning. Although Lin Fenghua seemed unreliable last night, she was much more professional than Song Ling when it came to serious matters.
Ms. Song was fairly satisfied with Lin Fenghua as her partner, and within a morning, the group even started discussing the contract.
Lin Fenghua's sweet talk made Ms. Song very happy; Song Ling had never seen Ms. Song laugh so many times in his life.
"Feng He is so young, yet she knows a lot more than Song Ling. If I had a son like you, my life would definitely be easier," Ms. Song couldn't help but praise.
Lin Fenghua turned to look at Song Ling and smiled, "Little Song hasn't graduated yet, she'll definitely be more outstanding than me in the future. Besides, partners are family, and I'll still need to rely on you in the capital. President Song is more capable than me, and she's beautiful too. If it weren't for Little Song's introduction, I would have thought you were her older sister."
Lin Fenghua is a few years older than Song Ling, so calling her "Little Song" doesn't seem out of place.
Ms. Song glanced at Song Ling, a different kind of smile in her eyes.
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At noon, the group went out for lunch together. Song Ling went to the office and called Luo Wenchuan over as well.
Lin Fenghua and Ms. Song talked the whole way, while Luo Wenchuan sat in the passenger seat without saying a word.
Lin Fenghua, for some reason, acted like a son-in-law visiting his father-in-law's house the day before, seizing every opportunity to flatter Ms. Song, even going so far as to open the door when getting out of the car.
Upon entering the restaurant, Lin Fenghua recommended all the signature dishes without even needing a waiter.
Luo Wenchuan sat next to Song Ling without saying a word for a long time.
Song Ling watched Lin Fenghua fawn over him as if it were a play.
Midway through, Lin Fenghua went to the restroom. Seeing that Ms. Song's face was almost frozen from smiling, Song Ling couldn't help but smile as well.
"What are you laughing at? Do you have even a fraction of Lin Fenghua's insight? Do you think I need to worry about what's going on today?"
“President Song is absolutely right.” Just as Song Ling said this, his terminal suddenly received a message from Lin Fenghe.
He looked at the terminal with a slightly helpless smile on his face, picked up some food for Luo Wenchuan next to him, and stood up to go to the bathroom.
Lin Fenghua was standing in front of the sink, with a little blood seeping through the upper arm of her light-colored shirt.
"I thought you weren't coming." Lin Fenghua looked at Song Ling, her eyes crinkling.
Song Ling took out the prepared cotton balls, unbuttoned Lin Fenghe's clothes, disinfected the wound, and re-wrapped it with gauze before asking, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt. Having such a top-notch A-level servicer for me is worth it."
"The doctor who stitched you up was also a top-tier doctor, why didn't you show him any consideration?" Song Ling asked him.
"That's different. I've been afraid of people in white coats since I was a child. Besides, he gave me five needles, and my butt still hurts today."
Song Ling didn't reply, but a faint smile played on his lips. This person spoke bluntly, and his tone was almost like a child's coquettishness. It was hard to tell if this was his true nature or if he was deliberately pretending to negotiate with him.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Lin Fenghua couldn't help but tease him: "My mom said that if someone hurts anywhere on their body, blowing on it will make it better. Or you could give me... Hey! Why did you use so much force to bandage it?"
Lin Fenghe looked at her arm and felt that Song Ling must have done it on purpose.
Song Ling glanced at Lin Fenghua's resentful little eyes and reminded her, "Go change the dressing every three days, and remember not to get it wet."
"Alright."
Lin Fenghua behaved herself for a while, but soon became restless again.
"Don't you think we look like we're having an affair here? If we actually do something, do you think your little dog will notice?" Lin Fenghe's gaze towards Song Ling gradually became strange, and her hands even started to climb onto Song Ling.
Song Ling thought of Luo Wenchuan and suddenly smiled. The kid was very sensitive. He could get jealous even without doing anything. If he really had something going on with Lin Fenghe, Luo Wenchuan's heart would probably be shattered into pieces.
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The two returned one after the other. As soon as they sat down, Luo Wenchuan immediately noticed that Song Ling had a different scent.
He glanced at Song Ling, bit his lip, and remained silent.
The three chatted and laughed, while Luo Wenchuan sat on the side, sipping his wine. He seemed to think it tasted pretty good, and took advantage of Song Ling's inattention to drink several glasses.
When Luo Wenchuan returned home that evening, he unexpectedly sat in the back seat.
After seeing Ms. Song and Lin Fenghua off, Song Ling patted the passenger seat and asked, "Would you like to sit here?"
After waiting for a long time without any response, Song Ling glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Luo Wenchuan leaning against the back seat with his eyes terribly red.
This little brat is either crying all day long or on his way to cry. It's like all the world's grievances are prepared just for him.
Song Ling sometimes couldn't understand why Enigma, who was above Alpha and had unlimited potential, had red eyes as his greatest hobby.
"Who upset our little dog again?" Song Ling reclined the passenger seat back, turned to look at Luo Wenchuan, whose hands clenched tighter. Luo Wenchuan looked up at him and asked, "Brother Ling, didn't you go home yesterday?"
"No, it's at President Lin's house." Song Ling didn't intend to hide this from Luo Wenchuan.
Luo Wenchuan's eyes flickered, and tears were about to fall. Seeing his aggrieved look, Song Ling smiled and said to him, "There was a little accident yesterday, he got injured, and I took him home."
"You delivered it all night?" Luo Wenchuan tilted his head to look at him.
"We talked about some company matters, nothing else. Don't we have any trust between us at all?"
"Then, is Brother Ling alright?"
Song Ling never lies, and Luo Wenchuan no longer doubted her after hearing what she said.
Lin Fenghua is asking for trouble, daring to make a move on Song Ling. If it weren't for the Lin Group's reputation, he would never have hired someone like Lin Fenghua.
"I'm fine, he got some stitches. Those guys seemed to be after Lin Fenghua, but they were pretty ruthless towards me. Try to stay home as much as possible in the future."
"Mm." Luo Wenchuan nodded obediently, and upon learning that someone else was injured, a faint smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Seeing that the child had calmed down, Song Ling gestured with her chin towards the passenger seat. Luo Wenchuan understood and climbed over from the reclined seatback.
Song Ling's hands were on the steering wheel, ready to start the car, when Luo Wenchuan suddenly leaned in.
"Have you been drinking?" Song Ling smelled a faint scent of alcohol, but the smell didn't come from Luo Wenchuan's pheromones.
Luo Wenchuan hummed in response and said in a low voice, "You're only just realizing this now."
"I was busy just now."
"Busy with President Lin's affairs?" Luo Wenchuan looked up at Song Ling. His gaze, half reproachful and half blaming, was both affectionate and angry. On Luo Wenchuan's captivating face, it had a unique charm.
Song Ling sensed a strong jealousy in the car and was about to say something when her gaze suddenly froze.
The little rascal hadn't opened his mouth all day, but now he couldn't hold back any longer.
Song Ling looked down at the puppy lying between his legs, his gaze lingering on the back of Luo Wenchuan's fair neck, and then reached out to pat Luo Wenchuan's head.
The lights inside the car were extremely dim.
Luo Wenchuan's hands were not idle; he reached for the buckle under the seat and reclined the back of the driver's seat.
Song Ling braced herself with her hands to barely maintain the status quo.
"Your car has a stable chassis, so no one can tell what you've done from the outside."
Remembering what Lin Fenghua had said before, Song Ling reached out and lifted Luo Wenchuan's chin.
Luo Wenchuan wiped the corner of his lips with his finger, his eyes so red they looked like they could bleed.
"The matter isn't finished yet, and my little dog already wants a reward?" Song Ling asked deliberately.
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Chapter 37
Chapter 37
I want to see your limits.
"Brother Ling, give it to me."
"What do you want?" Song Ling asked him.
"I want Brother Ling's pheromones." Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling, his gaze revealing his desire perfectly.
Ever since Luo Wenchuan marked Song Ling, he has never hidden his feelings in this regard. Song Ling is a person with extremely strong self-control; if he continues to hold back, the two of them don't know how long they will remain celibate.
They commit all sorts of evil deeds while posing as the weak, uttering the most humble words, yet giving no one a chance to refuse.
In Luo Wenchuan's eyes, there was undisguised infatuation and adoration. He was like a puppet and servant controlled by pheromones, willing to become a subject of his feet in order to absorb a little bit of pheromones.
Song Ling could see it clearly; he understood that Luo Wenchuan was already deeply immersed in his pheromones.
Even Alphas think twice before giving a mark to avoid being tied down by an Omega. But when Luo Wenchuan marked him, he was so firm and decisive; the kid probably really liked him.
Luo Wenchuan raised his hand, about to lick the pheromones remaining on his fingertips, but Song Ling pressed his wrist down with her fingers.
"Brother Ling..." Luo Wenchuan looked a little confused, but didn't ask why.
Song Ling ignored Luo Wenchuan's gaze, carefully wiped away the pheromones remaining on Luo Wenchuan's fingertips with a tissue, and then threw the tissue into the waste compartment next to her.
"Brother Ling." Luo Wenchuan's eyes held a hint of resentment, as if he were asking Song Ling why he was being so wasteful.
"Wen Chuan, as an Enigma, your endurance should be better than an Alpha's, right?" Song Ling said in a deep voice in Luo Wen Chuan's ear.
Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling, speechless for a moment.
Is he really that patient? In front of Song Ling, he's clearly an impulsive and sensitive person. All his reason and restraint are utterly worthless and easily defeated in front of Song Ling.
"Brother Ling, I want to..."
"But I want to see your limits." Song Ling's voice was almost fading in my ears, already becoming indistinct.
Luo Wenchuan's eyes were bloodshot, and his thin lips were bitten until they were red.
"Can you do it? You're an Enigma, you can do it." Song Ling smiled slightly and reached out to pat Luo Wenchuan's head encouragingly.
Looking at that gentle smile and listening to that incredibly tender tone, Luo Wenchuan's heart pounded. He clearly didn't want to restrain himself, yet because of Song Ling's gentleness and encouragement, he desperately wanted to prove himself.
He wanted Song Ling to know that he was the best.