The Second Test

As though drawn by some magnetic force, Song Qingcheng stepped into the living room instead of going into the kitchen.

The cotton-padded room was silent.

She walked all the way over without making much noise.

Along the narrow path between the sofa and coffee table, Song Qingcheng slowly squatted down. Her long chiffon skirt spread out on the carpet like a blooming lily. She hugged her fair arms and rested them on her knees. As she breathed, she could smell the faint fruity scent of shampoo on herself.

In the still of the night, the only light came from a table lamp.

Under the faint light, Song Qingcheng looked at the man sleeping soundly on the sofa.

She had never taken a serious look at Yu Tingchuan's face. Even though she had met him several times and imagined him as her 'sugar daddy', she subconsciously felt a certain resistance. Apart from his deep and bottomless eyes, she could not remember anything else.

Her gaze wandered from the man's shirt to his protruding Adam's apple, then to his tightly pursed lips.

She could not remember where she had read—

Men with thin lips were heartless.

Song Qingcheng couldn't help but think of what Shen Che had told her over the phone. A man, who would propose a divorce after finding out that his wife was crippled, should indeed be a person lacking in affection.

It could even be said that he was almost ruthless.

Song Qingcheng recalled the scene of Yu Tingchuan entering the banquet hall on the night of the Gu family's birthday banquet.

He was wearing a bluish-gray shirt and a meticulously neat black suit. Tall and trim, the slightly open collar of his shirt made him look low-profile yet elegant. As he walked in with Gu Zhengshen, many well-known businessmen—who were either familiar with him or otherwise—greeted him. It was an extremely glamorous scene.

In her memory, very few men holding the position of CEO were this good-looking.

Song Qingcheng looked up. Yu Tingchuan's well-defined facial features were dimly lit. Whether it was his face, brow bone, nose bridge, or even his stubbly chin; he exuded the calmness and reservedness of a mature man. Facing such an obviously scheming man, she was at a loss as to how to put the word 'seduction' into action.

After staring at him for a long time, Song Qingcheng raised a hand and touched Yu Tingchuan's face tentatively.

Her fingertips came into contact with the man's warm skin.

Yu Tingchuan did not respond.

It was different from what she had expected, but she calmed down.

She did not retract her hand. On the contrary, she became bolder.

Her pale fingers slid past the man's right ear and gently caressed his neck. It slid down the back of his neck, and in the next second, a tight grip closed around her wrist.

In an instant, everything was frozen.

At this moment, Song Qingcheng didn't panic at all. There was only one thought flashing through her mind: this is indeed a sensitive part of a man.

It could stop someone from pretending to sleep.

She looked up—

Those dark eyes had snapped open and were staring straight at her.

It was more like a judgment than a gaze.

"You're awake?" For whatever reason, Song Qingcheng did not use any terms of respect. She looked at the man who had woken up and flashed him a sweet smile.

Yu Tingchuan looked at the girl squatting in front of him. Her damp, waist-length hair was draped over her shoulders, and her beautiful facial features were exceptionally clean. She was wearing a spaghetti-strap chiffon nightdress, which made her skin look delicate under the light. He did not look at the deep V-neck. He released her slender wrist and sat up. "Why haven't you gone to bed?"

His casual words exposed her impudent behavior just then.

"I couldn't get to sleep," Song Qingcheng replied honestly.

As she spoke, she supported her chin with her hand, her clear and watery eyes were compelling. She asked the man, "What about you? Why are you sleeping here?"

Yu Tingchuan looked up at her.

His gaze was calm, even a little cold.

After a while, he suddenly bent down and said in a low voice that only they could hear, "Don't talk to me this way. I'm your classmate's uncle."