After Zhou Liang left, Tang Si looked around carefully again.
Song Yi felt cold all over. There was no one around, but a wound suddenly appeared on her neck.
"Follow me and get in the car." The man's voice rang in her ear.
For some reason, she suddenly felt a sense of security on such an eerie night.
Song Yi wasn't a timid person, but it didn't mean she wasn't afraid of such a creepy thing.
In the car.
Tang Si kept looking at her clothes.
His eyes were shining but she had no clue what he was thinking.
Song Yi licked her lips and was about to speak.
"Turn your back to me, pull down your suspender skirt, and let me look at your back."
Tang Si spoke first.
His words… If he said these things in another situation, she would've definitely slapped him. Wasn't he sexually harassing her?
However, Song Yi didn't refuse or agree.
She just stared at him with her charming fox eyes
"Shouldn't you comfort me in a situation like this?"
"I'm really scared."
Her eyes were watery as if she might cry in the next second. Whoever saw such a delicate beauty might feel sorry for her.
A cold gleam flickered in Tang Si's eyes and he just said while deadpan, "Song Yi, don't make me do it."
"Do you want to pull down your skirt by yourself or make me do it?"
His tone was rather serious, not at all like the languid tone he used when they first met.
His inner decisiveness and ruthlessness were revealed.
"I'll do it myself." Song Yi turned around.
She really ought to let him examine the wound now. She wasn't an unreasonable person, but she wasn't so open that she would normally allow a man she had just met a day ago to look at her back.
But she had no choice now.
The light was on in the car, which wasn't very bright but it was enough for him to see her back clearly.
The woman's back was slender, her posture was fragile, and her skin was fair.
Her exposed shoulders looked quite beautiful.
Tang Si's gaze fell on the back of her neck.
Under the light in the car, he discovered that the wound wasn't caused by a knife but more a certain kind of card.
He frowned and touched the wound gently with his fingertips.
Song Yi trembled slightly all over. When he touched her wound, it really hurt.
She rarely got hurt except that time when she was still a child…
But it was a long time ago. At least she hadn't gotten injured in recent years. This kind of pain was quite painful to her.
She shuddered, which he could feel.
"Women are delicate."
Song Yi wanted to curse. As a woman, shouldn't I be delicate?
If you have the ability, you could be f*cking delicate too!
What a jerk!
In the end, Song Yi said, "Women have more nerve endings to sense pain than men."
Another thing dawned on her. Even if she poached the cash cow, it wouldn't be easy to discipline him. He really had a bad temper.
But all of this could be tolerated. Anyway, he just needed to be obedient in the public eye. In private, she would just leave him alone.
She turned around and looked at Tang Si behind her. "Don't you think this job is pretty tough?"
Tang Si raised his eyes and glanced at her. Her womanly curves were very smooth, with a soft and delicate charm.
Song Yi continued speaking: "I got hurt for no reason, which caused you trouble again, and now you even have to deal with my wound."
"But if you come to work at my company, you won't have these troubles. I promise you will be as happy as a king."
Tang Si stared at the wound on her neck, which was scarlet and glaring.
He suddenly smiled. "If you keep talking like this…"
Song Yi: "???"
The man continued. "I'll suspect you've fallen for me."
Song Yi: "???"
"You're a little handsome. Well, no, you're very handsome, but how could you be so narcissistic?"
Tang Si listened, knowing that she was sharp-tongued.
But he didn't mind at all. He tilted his head lazily and licked his red lips. "Am I right?"
Song Yi turned around and stared at him to see what more nonsense he could spout.
He said, "Normal suspects would try to clear themselves of suspicion, but you don't."
"Say it in my face 'make-me-as-happy-as-a-king'."
He spoke word by word with an emphasis on the last few words.
There was a lingering smirk on his face.
But it didn't seem to be a smirk; it seemed to contain something else. It was like the fog outside the car, elusive and intangible.