As he spoke, Song Wenchuan’s gaze swept past Dai Shiqing and he gave her a friendly smile.
Dai Shiqing’s back stiffened as she pursed her lips and returned a smile.
The man looked gentlemanly and elegant. When he smiled, his entire face was clear and handsome.
However, Dai Shiqing only felt as if she was being targeted by a poisonous snake. If she was not careful, she would be bitten by this poisonous snake that was waiting for an opportunity.
Her heart was racing inside her chest, and her face was pale.
“Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom.”
Watching her leave, Song Wenchuan forced a smile. “I’m going to have a cigarette. Mr. Huo, would you like to join me?”
“Sorry, I don’t smoke.”
“Oh… Okay then.” Song Wenchuan shrugged and looked at Huo Zexi. He raised an eyebrow. “Kid, do me a favor?”
He pointed at the wheelchair under him and said.
“Oh! Okay, okay!”
Huo Zexi stood up hurriedly. He shrank his neck and did not dare to breathe. Only God knew where he got the courage to sit at this table just now. Being sandwiched between two big shots, that aura was already enough to make his scalp go numb and his body stiffen.
Dai Shiqing touched up her makeup in the bathroom. Her chest was heaving up and down violently.
She was unwilling to accept defeat, and she was also ambitious.
The Huo Manor was like a maze. Even a bathroom was extremely luxurious.
Her background was not bad, but compared to the Huo family, she was like a star in the universe, so weak that it was not worth mentioning.
Which woman in this world could see this scene and not want to stay here and become the mistress of the place?
How good would it be to be high and mighty, and be pampered by such an impressive man!
While she was deep in thought, she stepped out of the bathroom and saw the man smoking outside.
His fingers were long and slender, and his knuckles were well-defined. Between his two fingers was a cigarette that was slowly burning out.
In the distance, Huo Zexi was squatting in a corner playing with his phone, glancing at her from time to time.
Their eyes met, and Dai Shiqing instantly went into a state of alert.
She forced herself to calm down and nodded slightly. “Mr. Song, are you out for some fresh air?”
“Sort of…”
Song Wenchuan put his hand on the handrail. His slightly long hair hung down, casting a shadow in front of his eyes.
“Th-then I won’t bother you.”
“Miss Dai…”
Dai Shiqing walked past Song Wenchuan, and the man’s hoarse voice sounded from behind her.
Her heart sank and she turned around to smile. “Mr. Song, is there anything else?”
“No, I just wanted to ask you, what do you think of my Yaoyao?”
Dai Shiqing tightened her grip on her handbag. “Miss Song is very cute and very beautiful.”
“Is that so? I think so too.” Speaking of Song Yaoyao, Song Wenchuan’s cold and stern face seemed to soften. “I only have one sister. I’ve been protecting her since she was young, and she is the treasure of our family. She’s obedient and well-behaved, but she rarely likes anything.”
There was a hidden meaning in his words, and it successfully made Dai Shiqing’s expression change. “Mr. Song, what do you mean?”
“Nothing much.” The man’s gaze was so calm that it was frightening. “I just have a sudden desire to talk. It’s not directed at Miss Dai.”
Dai Shiqing only wanted to laugh, but under the man’s powerful aura, even laughing became difficult for her.
“Yaoyao has been doted on since she was young, and she will be like this in the future. She finally likes something, so if someone dares to interfere and make her sad, Miss Dai, do you know what will happen to that person?”
Dai Shiqing took a deep breath. “Mr. Song, you must be joking. How would I know?”
“You’re right, I was too abrupt.” Song Wenchuan threw away the almost-burnt cigarette in his hand and waved at Huo Zexi with a gentle smile. “I also hope that Miss Dai will never have the chance to know.”