Chapter 8: Tonight I'm Staying With You

He must not have expected me to shamelessly snatch it away, hands falling into his pockets as he towered over me.

Little Jin explained from the side, "Miss Xia, this gentleman knocked and said he was your friend, so I let him in."

"Mr. Sang is indeed my friend, but don't let that happen again, don't just let anyone in."

Little Jin nodded, "I'll go make some tea."

She walked into the kitchen, and I followed the morning's procedure, tucking the smartphone into my collar.

Sang Qi looked at me and suddenly laughed, "Your chief editor wasn't wrong, you're indeed the most shameless one in your magazine."

I shrugged indifferently.

Here I was, a young woman who had mysteriously gotten pregnant, and it wasn't even my husband's child. Now, I'm being kept like a Canary in this luxury villa, why would I need any dignity?

"President Sang, either you've been tracking me, or you already knew where I live."

He looked at me calmly, his eyes very attractive, undiminished even under the dazzling crystal lights.

"Don't you know smartphones have a tracking feature?"

Oh, I actually forgot about that.

Maybe my phone is too crappy, high pixel count but not that many functions.

I took a step back, "President Sang, I can return it to you tomorrow, what's the rush? Or are you not planning to keep your promise?"

"I have a very important phone call to make tonight, I must take it."

I was about to say something when I felt a buzzing in my chest, causing panic.

It was Sang Qi's phone ringing, vibrating inside my pajamas.

He extended a hand toward me, "Give it to me."

If I gave it to him, I would lose my bargaining chip.

"I can pass on the message for you."

I knew I was being unreasonable, as a flicker of shallow anger passed through his eyes.

Sang Qi was a person who didn't show his emotions easily. If I could see his anger, then he was truly angry.

However, I was desperate. If I gave up this chance, it would be like giving up the search for clues willingly.

I couldn't just have a child, not knowing who the father was, and then be kicked out.

I couldn't just sit around and wait for doom.

So, I grabbed the phone and ran quickly into the room, then shut the door behind me.

Just as I was about to lock it, Sang Qi kicked the door open from the outside.

Luckily, I dodged quickly, or I might have been crushed by the door.

I stared at the door lying on the floor, dumbfounded, and then Sang Qi snatched the phone from my hand.

He managed to answer the call just as the ring was about to stop, then swiftly walked out onto the Terrace.

I sat on the sofa by the broken door, watching Sang Qi's tall silhouette.

His coffee-colored coat blended into the dark night, his entire being flickering in and out of visibility in the mysterious night, his body's outline obscured.

He was on the phone for more than ten minutes, then returned inside, shrouded in the darkness of the night, standing in front of me.

"You nearly messed up something big for me, and breaking your bones wouldn't make up for it," he said with a deadly voice, but it was slightly softer than before.

I looked up at him; he stood tall while I was sitting, my neck aching from craning upward.

I suddenly laughed, "President Sang, you seem very familiar with the layout of my place, finding the Terrace with such ease."

Something had been bothering me.

Sitting here for ten minutes, it only struck me when he turned around: he had walked straight to the Terrace door upon taking the call, reaching out and turning the handle before stepping out.

The door opens to the left, counterclockwise, which is pretty unusual. I struggled with it when I first arrived, but Sang Qi had opened it effortlessly.

I'm an investigative journalist, perceptive to the smallest details, and in this regard, few can match me.

He watched me unblinkingly, the corners of his mouth, initially a straight line, gradually curving into an attractive arc.

"It's kind of interesting," he said.

He was either dodging my question or couldn't answer it, so he changed the subject.

I stretched out my hand to him, "Give me back my phone."

He raised one eyebrow at me, "Give it back to you?"

"I haven't agreed to give it to you, so right now it's mine."

He tossed the phone high into the air and then caught it smoothly, refusing to give it to me.

At that moment, a ringtone sounded again, but it wasn't the one in his hand.

He took another phone out of his trench coat pocket, glanced at the screen with a frown, and answered, "Hello."

"Sang Sang!" The calling voice was so loud, and the woman's voice was so artificially sweet and coquettish it made my skin crawl.

A woman's face immediately came to my mind.

Excessively full apple cheeks and overly perfect European-style double eyelids.

Miss Yao, who wore a dress worth 19,998 in the morning.

"Sang Sang, where are you? I went to your house, but your little maid said you weren't there."

"I'm not at home, go back," he said as he lifted his eyelids to glance at me.

Apparently, my presence made his conversation difficult, but I had no intention of avoiding it and stood erect in front of him.

"Sang Sang, where have you been so late? I've been waiting for you so anxiously, I can't sleep at all at home!"

"Hang up," he said briefly, then hung up the phone.

He stared at me for a moment, then turned and walked out of the room.

I followed him, "You kicked my door in, and since I'm staying at someone else's place, you need to compensate for the damage."

He hurried down the stairs with quick, small steps, looking particularly stylish even in the way he descended.

I followed him to the door and heard the roar of an engine from outside.

Though I've never driven a sports car, I know a thing or two since I've seen them in action.

I hadn't heard a sports car this close by in the few days I've been living here; it was parked right at the doorstep.

Peering through the peephole, I turned around with a grin, "Your girlfriend is right outside now. You better think it over; if you go out, you're going to have a big problem."

He also glanced out through the peephole.

I hadn't lied to him; Miss Yao really had come.

I figured she must have tracked Sang Qi's phone, so she was able to find it easily.

Having such a clingy girlfriend must be really bothersome.

His hand was already on the doorknob, but he retracted it.

Being as smart as he is, of course, he knew that if Miss Yao saw me going out, it would cause a scene that everyone would know about.

He cares about his image.

He turned around, standing very close to me.

I suddenly felt a bit dizzy because, when he got close, I smelled the familiar scent of tobacco.

It was faint but distinctive, which is why I remembered it so well.

His voice floated down from above my head, "I'm going to stay here for the night."

I quickly snapped back to reality, "You can even sleep on my bed if you want."

A derisive and disdainful smile flickered across his lips, "You're pretty casual, aren't you?"

"You're so handsome, I wouldn't be at a loss," I said.

He must be used to women throwing themselves at him. He gave me a cold look, "If you want a job at Dayu, keep your distance from me tonight."

"Oh."