She's not inexperienced in dealing with men.

On the contrary, in Qingyuan County, she's dealt with all kinds of people, mostly men.

But no man has ever been like Song Guanchao.

She got drunk herself, and was taken advantage of.

All for the purpose of raising funds for cultural activities at work.

Yet he didn't give her any face or a way out.

But once the words were spoken, they were hard to take back.

Getting off the car, fine!

She grabbed the seatbelt, unable to unbuckle it for a long time: "What's wrong with this lousy car of yours!"

Song Guanchao reached over, pressed blindly, click, the seatbelt was undone.

Jiang Yiren's anger was about to erupt.

She flung off the seatbelt, pushed the car door open, stepped out in flat leather shoes, staggering forward, crying and wiping tears while cursing: "Bastard, this bastard!"

"Ah!"

She stepped into thin air, lost her balance, and fell forward, the antique tiles beneath the streetlight getting closer, suddenly feeling a force on her waist stopping her fall.

"Can't you look where you're walking?"

Song Guanchao helped her up, Jiang Yiren shook him off, sniffling: "None of your business!"

"Alright, get back in the car."

"Not going..."

Jiang Yiren suddenly stopped, feeling like she stepped on something, soft.

She looked down, it was too dark, couldn't see clearly.

Song Guanchao glanced: "It's shit."

"Shit..."

"Yeah, shit, and it's runny."

"You..."

A huge wave of sadness filled her heart, enveloped by strong negative emotions.

She felt today was terrible!

Got drunk, taken advantage of, bullied by Song Guanchao, and now stepped in shit...

This was the unluckiest day of her life!

Tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.

She thought she should've let that helpful sister call the cops, and have this bastard arrested!

The more Jiang Yiren thought, the sadder she became, squatting down and burying her head in her knees, crying her heart out.

She cried so hard that her breathing became forceful.

With forceful breathing, the stench of shit on her shoe kept invading her nose.

Her stomach churned, she couldn't catch her breath, and suddenly went into spraying mode.

"Ughugh~"

Everything she ate and drank tonight came out.

"Holy crap, amazing!"

Song Guanchao's eyes widened, amazing, truly amazing!

Look at the volume, look at the force, she was practically a human biochemical weapon!

After his astonishment, he immediately took out his phone to record the moment.

Listening to his amazement, Jiang Yiren felt both shame and anger but couldn't control herself.

Finally, after vomiting for a while, she felt much better.

She took tissues from her bag to wipe her mouth, looked up and saw Song Guanchao holding his phone.

She stared dumbfounded for two seconds, then snapped, took off her shoe and hurled it at him: "Are you crazy!"

Song Guanchao evaded it with a serpent-like move, grinned: "Missed."

His smile seemed so sleazy to her.

Jiang Yiren was panting with anger, hugging her knees, unable to stand up for a long time.

Song Guanchao, not knowing what he was thinking, suddenly took a running start, leapt over her head.

Jiang Yiren was stunned.

What was he doing?

He just... jumped over my head?

What's wrong with him?

Song Guanchao leaned in, squatted, and whispered in her ear: "You'll never grow taller now."

"..."

Jiang Yiren's mind was a bit confused.

She felt she should be angry, should be furious.

But, she wasn't really angry.

She thought maybe Song Guanchao had something wrong in his head.

Who in their right mind would jump over someone's head like that?

And then say something sleazy like "You'll never grow taller now."

She suddenly wasn't mad, looking at him with an expression of caring for a special child: "You're really childish."

She stood up, reached out: "Give me your phone."

"Let's talk when you're sober."

"I'm sober now, hand it over!"

Song Guanchao was just joking, not really intending anything, so he handed her the phone.

Jiang Yiren found the video, deleted it, snorted, and wanted to keep walking.

Song Guanchao said: "Okay, stop messing around, get back in the car."

Jiang Yiren ignored him.

Song Guanchao sighed, walked over, scooped her up, and before Jiang Yiren realized it, she was already hoisted onto his shoulder.

"Let go of me!"

She slapped and hit him, but Song Guanchao's body was as solid as a rock, her resistance felt more like playful teasing.

He got her into the car, threw her into the passenger seat, and continued driving.

Arrived at the apartment complex.

Song Guanchao carried her out: "Which building do you live in?"

"Building 16, unit 801." Jiang Yiren suddenly stopped resisting.

At the door, Song Guanchao put her down: "Alright, go inside."

Jiang Yiren opened the door, said: "Didn't you want to say something to me?"

"Let's talk tomorrow."

"I'm sober now, let's talk now!"

She turned and went inside, Song Guanchao checked the time, it wasn't even nine yet, still early, so he followed her in.

She lived in a spacious two hundred square meter flat, with decoration so luxurious it was almost unsettling, and it was a smart home, even the lights were sensor-activated.

In contrast, his place was like a shelter from the last century.

Jiang Yiren took clothes from her room, Song Guanchao asked: "What are you doing?"

"Taking a shower."

"...Fine, go ahead, make it quick, I need to head back later."

"Hmph!"

Ten minutes, twenty minutes... Half an hour later, after Song Guanchao urged her for the fifth time, she finally came out.

A thin purple spaghetti-strap nightgown, under the dim light showing her curves, her damp hair wrapped in a towel atop her head, stray strands complementing her slender swan neck.

The silhouette of her proud chest was clear, though she was wearing a bra, so nothing could be seen.

But the panty lines on her butt were obvious, she hadn't dried herself properly, the nightgown clinging to her butt, accentuating her peach-like shape.

From the panty lines, one could tell she was wearing a thong.

This woman was really odd.

Her character was like a princess who never touched manual labor, yet she had a face of a cold, noble aloofness. You'd think someone with her demeanor would be conservative, but she dressed so provocatively.

The impression she gave to Song Guanchao was that she harbored multiple personalities.

She felt no discomfort, sat on the sofa, looked straight at Song Guanchao: "Go ahead."

"About what?"

"Aren't you dissatisfied with my work? Speak, what do you have to say!"

Song Guanchao's thoughts shifted, he suddenly asked: "What is your relationship with Qu Xiangru?"

"What?" She paused, frowned: "Why do you ask this?"

"Curiosity."

Song Guanchao said: "Just a casual question, you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Jiang Yiren was suspicious for a few seconds, though the question was sudden, she didn't understand the grudges between Song Guanchao and Qu Xiangru, so she didn't think too deeply.

"She's my sister."

"Your cousin?"

"Paternal cousin."

"A cousin from the same grandfather?"

"Mhm."

"You sure?"

"...She's my sister, I'm not sure, but are you sure?"

"But, her surname is Qu."

"So?" Jiang Yiren asked back in confusion: "Her surname has nothing to do with our relationship, does it?"

"Cousins should share a family name, right?"

"Oh, is that what you're asking."

Jiang Yiren finally realized that was his point of focus.

Baffled, she scratched her head: "She follows our aunt's surname."

Ah, I see!

The problem that troubled Song Guanchao for so long finally had an answer.

Song Guanchao continued: "Did she arrange for you to come to Lingjiang?"

"No." Jiang Yiren looked at him: "I came here on my own initiative, I came because of you."

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