129: Cool

Song Yuan understood Gu Shiyu; she rarely wore stockings, and yesterday was the first time she wore them to a birthday banquet.

When he returned last night, he went crazy.

Today, she wore flesh-colored stockings to his office again, clearly with a bit of a scheme.

Gu Shiyu didn't deny it; they were both adults, who wouldn't understand each other's little tricks?

But she provocatively asked President Song,

"President Song, what's the meaning of closing the door and windows in broad daylight?"

As Gu Shiyu spoke, her leg brushed against Song Yuan's body, intentionally or not.

President Song was ignited by her, wanting to take her right then and there.

But he remembered this was an office, with dozens of people outside, separated by a door, including his own brother-in-law.

President Song endured, his throat bobbing, and he lowered his head to bite her lip.

"Where did you come from, you enchantress?"

Gu Shiyu pushed him away, as if refusing but also inviting.

"Go eat pizza, share a slice with me too."

President Song's large hand roamed her leg, and he said in a low voice,

"I want to eat you!"

Gu Shiyu deliberately leaned forward.

"I didn't expect President Song to be this kind of person. This is an office, and your employees are all outside. How can you have such thoughts?"

President Song was so aroused by her that his head felt hot, and all the blood rushed through his body.

He carried her into the rest room behind them. There would be no problem with just kissing for a while.

Gu Shiyu was wearing a silk white shirt today, paired with a wine-red hip-hugging skirt, and her legs were encased in flesh-colored stockings.

She felt smooth all over, from his fingertips all the way to his heart.

The moment President Song pressed her onto the bed, he remembered her outfit when she left in the morning; it wasn't this one. Sure enough, this woman had deliberately dressed like this to come here.

President Song easily bit open a few buttons on her chest with his teeth, and his scorching kisses landed on her skin.

"Did you specifically change your clothes?"

Gu Shiyu gasped quickly in small breaths.

"Stepmother skirt, do you like it?"

President Song sucked and then pulled away, helping her straighten her clothes. If he continued, he wouldn't be able to control himself.

His gaze fell back to her lower body. He had never known such a skirt had a name like that. Stepmother skirt?

It sounded exciting.

Now was not the time to discuss this.

President Song stood up from the bed, took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, and chugged it down. A moment later, Gu Shiyu also tidied herself up.

She helped him wipe off the lipstick on his lips.

"Are you calm now? Let's go to the hospital to see Mom."

President Song stood with his hands on his hips, his tone somewhat helpless.

"You go out first; I'll be out in ten minutes."

With her here, he couldn't calm down at all.

Gu Shiyu curved her lips, looking at him meaningfully. After a few seconds, she mischievously reached out and tapped his lower abdomen, then stepped out in her high heels.

President Song watched the office door open and close, helplessly pinching his brows. She was gone, but her scent lingered everywhere in the air.

That faint fragrance drilled straight into his nasal cavity.

President Song opened the window and smoked a cigarette, finally calming down after a long while.

When he pushed the door open, Gu Shiyu was laughing and chatting with a few girls outside. The driver and assistant had already been sent away by her.

Gu Shiyu and the girls exchanged WeChat IDs. She seemed to have shared some secret to maintaining one's figure with them. The girls seemed to have found a treasure, and they all got along well.

Just as she said, everyone here was her informant.

She wasn't some evil queen; she clearly had excellent interpersonal skills and was only forced by family pressure.

President Song walked over and hooked her bag strap.

"Wife, let's go!"

Gu Shiyu ended her conversation and followed with small steps.

In the elevator, she mysteriously pulled out a car key.

"Song Yuan, I've always wanted to openly give you a gift. I used to wonder what reason I could use, since my persona is a corporate workhorse with an annual salary of over a hundred thousand.

Now I finally don't have to rack my brains for a reason!"

President Song took the key. It had a Maybach logo on it, the same model as her car.

Gu Shiyu blinked and added,

"It's a couple's car. Yours is black, mine is ruby red. You drive today, and the passenger seat is exclusively mine."

President Song took the key and then kissed her palm.

"Why did you suddenly think of giving me a car?"

"It wasn't sudden; I've always wanted to give it to you. If I wasn't afraid you'd find out I lied to you and divorce me, this car would have been delivered to you long ago."

President Song felt as if he had been suddenly given a piece of candy, sweet to the point of daze.

"It's shameful to say, but I'm still not capable of giving you a decent gift. Shiyu, I feel like I owe you so much!"

Gu Shiyu comforted him.

"The emotional value you give me is something no amount of money can buy, Song Yuan. Happiness is priceless, and I have a premonition that one day you will surpass me!"

President Song pulled her into his arms.

"You give me even more emotional value!"

The two arrived at the underground parking lot. President Song pressed the unlock button, and the black Maybach in front of them lit up.

The new car, with its gleaming paint and sleek, luxurious lines, was the most dazzling presence among all the other cars.

President Song felt that since he married her, there had been surprises almost every day. What more could he be dissatisfied with in his life at this point?

He felt his life would be complete once he found his biological parents.

Gu Shiyu's eyes signaled him,

"Want to try it?"

President Song already felt his Bugatti was no longer as appealing. Who cared if it was a limited edition? What his wife gave him was the best, and besides, this car in front of him was a couple's model with hers.

President Song got into the driver's seat. He had driven Gu Shiyu's car before, and this one was the same model as hers, so everything was familiar.

He slowly drove the car out of the underground garage and merged into the rush hour traffic.

Normally, he would complain about the heavy traffic and congestion, but now he wasn't in a hurry at all.

President Song also had his own little scheme: he wanted to drive the new car his wife gave him through the bustling streets of the capital city and show it off to everyone.

He wanted to tell everyone, "Look, this is the car my wife gave me!"

"Do you have one? No, you don't!"

Who stipulated that between a man and a woman, the man should always prepare little surprises for the woman?

Men also have the right to receive surprises.

It took forty-five minutes to drive to Tao Yulian's hospital, and President Song even felt it was a bit too fast.

He hadn't enjoyed it enough before reaching their destination.

President Song turned off the engine and sat still. Gu Shiyu unbuckled her seatbelt first and asked him,

"How is it? Are you used to driving it?"

President Song ran his hands over the steering wheel. It was a multi-million dollar feel. To be honest, he wasn't used to driving such a luxury car, but he felt a thrill inside.

The source of the thrill wasn't the car itself, but the fact that she had given it to him.

President Song nodded. Gu Shiyu then asked,

"So, have I caught you now?"