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"What brand? What color? Can you remember?"

"A Buick perhaps..." The attendant added with more confidence, "I believe it was a Buick, and the car was yellow."

Qin Yinan pressed on the gas pedal as he asked, "Which way did it turn?"

When the answer, "right" drifted into his ears, he had already turned the steering wheel and was headed that way.

...

Song Qingchun set her alarm at 7 am, but due to a lack of sleep from the night before, she didn’t wake up even though the alarm was ringing the house down.

She even dreamed about Su Zhinian French-kissing a woman. Initially, she held the attitude of a bystander; she appreciated the scene like she would appreciate a particularly tasteful moving picture. However, as the kiss reached its climax, the woman, who was originally facing away from her, suddenly turned her head slowly around.

She was still imagining the woman’s features in her dream, but when she got a closer and took clearer look, her heart shrunk rapidly, and she woke up from the dream.

Song Qingchun sat up from her bed, clutching the comforter in her arms. She patted her chest to calm her beating heart and slowly turned around to look at the mirror in the room. Then, the face that looked at her in the dream appeared in the reflection. She was so spooked by it that she screwed her eyes shut, unwilling to face the truth.

Crap, what is going on with me? Why would I dream about doing those things with Su Zhinian? This must be related to the things that happened last night...

As that thought streamed into her mind, she was reminded of how she was pressed under Su Zhinian in bed and how he had ravaged her with his kisses. Her face turned red like it was burned.

Song Qingchun shook her head vehemently, trying her best to shake the unsavory thoughts out of her mind, before she went to grab her phone. Her phone had died because she had forgotten to charge it last night.

Song Qingchun immediately climbed out of bed, put her phone into charge, and walked into the bathroom. She glanced at the clock on the wall as she did, and she realized with a start it was already 11.30 am.

Song Empire’s event was going to start at 3 pm, so it looked like she was going to miss work that day.

As Song Qingchun walked into the bathroom, she tried to come up with a valid-sounding reason for her boss on why she had missed the whole day of work.

Many excuses came up in Song Qingchun’s mind while she was in the shower, but she hadn’t settled on a satisfactory one when she was brushing her teeth in front of the mirror. Her eyes swept the bite marks on her exposed skin, and her train of thought went from excuses for her boss to the sexy scenes with Su Zhinian.

She gulped subconsciously and accidentally swallowed a mouthful of toothpaste. She shook her head once more, trying to push those thoughts out of her mind. Then she lowered her burning face and tried to focus on brushing her teeth.

Song Qingchun went downstairs to grab a glass of water in the kitchen when she saw the note left by Su Zhinian on the fridge.

It was only a short few words. "Breakfast is in the oven."

Unbeknownst to her, Song Qingchun’s gaze that stared at the note softened with affection. Her lips curved into a happy smile. She stuck the note to her pajamas as she waltzed to the oven to retrieve the breakfast that Su Zhinian had purchased for her. She sat at the dining table and finished every single bit.

Song Qingchun left Su Zhinian’s bungalow at 1 pm to head toward the clubhouse where Song Empire’s event was held.