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"Okay," Song Qingchun promised with a smile.

Su Zhinian nodded but did not say anything else. After Song Qingchun got into her car, he walked over to help her close the door.

Song Qingchun’s eyes followed Su Zhinian’s car, which was behind her, as they left his bungalow. They continued this way until she turned at a junction to the right, and he went to the left. His car soon disappeared among the traffic.

Song Qingchun stared at the road before her, and she suddenly realized, even though they had only parted several minutes ago, she already started to miss him. The feeling only got deeper and deeper, to the extent that she could not wait to be by his side again.

Oh God, I never knew loving a person could be so exhausting!

...

When Cheng Qingchong woke up, the sun was already shining. Due to the heavy drinking from the day before, her stomach was still burning. She lay in the comfortable bed for a long time before she forced herself up through the haze of her hangover and headache.

The mirror right before her gave her a perfect view of the room she was in. The room was luxuriously decorated, and there was an oil painting hanging on top of the bed she was in.

I’m in a hotel room?

Cheng Qingchong’s heart skipped a bit. She pulled the cover off and sighed in relief when she saw her clothes had remained untouched.

Thankfully, she had not been taken advantage of in her drunken situation. The last thing she remembered was taking the contract from CEO Lee. Then, she fell on her way to the bathroom. So, why had she woken up in the hotel room?

Cheng Qingchong had a hard time recollecting what had happened. She tried to focus, but the pain in her head proved too much of a distraction. She messaged her temples before getting down from the bed and into the bathroom.

After a warm bath, she felt much better. When Cheng Qingchong went back to the bedroom to take her bag, she saw there was a half-drunk bottle left on the bedside table.

Then, isolated episodes started to appear in Cheng Qingchong’s mind. A man carrying her, helping her drink the water, reaching out to wipe the water that fell out of the corner of her mouth, and even putting the cover on her...

Who was that man?

Cheng Qingchong racked her brain but could not figure out the identity of the mysterious man. She grabbed her bag and left the room. When Cheng Qingchong went to the front desk to check out, the receptionist told her, "Mr. Qin paid for the room last night."

Mr. Qin? The man who took care of me? But, which Mr. Qin?

Cheng Qingchong went through her mind trying to locate this "Mr. Qin", but there was no one with the surname Qin among her acquaintances.

She frowned slightly and opened her lips to ask the receptionist politely, "I’m sorry, but do you mind giving me Mr. Qin’s full name?"

The receptionist lowered her head to look at the computer before raising it again and smiling at Cheng Qingchong, answering, "Mr. Qin Yinan."

Qin Yinan... Qin Yinan... The name circulated many times in Cheng Qingchong’s mind before the identity of the man came to her.

So, it was him... the childhood friend who grew up with Miss Song.

Even though she had met him thrice, they could not have been considered even acquaintances; she really did not expect he would have been the one to come to her aid...