Her slender wrist rested against Chen Yuan's cheek.
Jiangg Ning bit her lip, silently telling herself, 'Just this once.'
She turned to look out the window, ignoring him.
The car drove smoothly toward Lanjing. The night was deep, two beams of light piercing the silent darkness.
The driver in the front seat was silent, trying to even quiet his breathing, turning himself into a lifeless object.
He tuned out the conversation and everything happening in the back seat.
He didn't dare to look, either.
The driver had seen bosses get friendly with their secretaries, even flirt and banter, but he'd never seen a secretary dare to punch her boss... And this wasn't just any boss, but Mrs. Jiang's sole designated heir. How close must they be for her to land a punch on him while he was drunk?
The driver didn't dare to dwell on it. He kept his eyes on the road and his mind on his driving, focusing only on the path ahead.
...
At midnight, the main hall of the villa was still brightly lit.
