Billionaire's Adorable Sweet Wife

Chapter 292: Chapter 292 I Think About You Every Night

Bao Jingyan’s study room, Su Ruanruan could use at will.

She opened her laptop, and inserted the USB drive.

In a moment, the screen came to life, accompanied by stereo surround sound.

Su Ruanruan blushed deeply.

Who would have thought, Song Wei has such a good figure!

Every inch of her expression was captivating.

Su Ruanruan thought to herself, if she were a man, she would also die for Song Wei.

After watching for half an hour, she closed her laptop with a flushed face.

But she forgot to take out that USB drive!

...

At night, Su Ruanruan couldn’t sleep.

Those images of Song Wei and Su Minghua rooted in her mind.

She thought about it thoroughly.

She has been with Bao Jingyan for a long time, but she has never truly committed.

Sometimes, Bao Jingyan would sweet-talk her, saying that it was pleasurable.

She never really believed it.

But today, after seeing Song Wei’s demeanor, she believed it.

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Three days later.

Su Minghua saw Song Wei again.

Song Wei was talking business in the hotel lobby.

She wore a black tight woolen dress with a deep V-neckline.

Under the contrast of black, a stunning expanse of pale skin was revealed.

Song Wei saw Su Minghua but pretended not to notice. She continued discussing business with a 50-year-old man opposite her until she gracefully stood up.

They shook hands to say goodbye.

Su Minghua immediately rushed over, "Song Wei."

Song Wei looked down at her phone, responding nonchalantly, "Why are you here?"

Su Minghua urgently said, "Let’s talk."

Song Wei looked up, her gaze cold.

Su Minghua thought it was hopeless and was about to try persuading her.

Song Wei said, "Let’s go upstairs to talk!"

Su Minghua hurriedly picked up her coat and followed her into the elevator.

He hadn’t seen her for a long time and really wanted to be close to her.

But Song Wei remained aloof.

Once they reached her presidential suite, Song Wei still offered him a glass of red wine with the demeanor of hosting an old classmate.

Alone together, Su Minghua could no longer restrain himself.

He embraced Song Wei from behind.

His hands were very restless.

The hands of a surgeon...

Song Wei tilted her head back, somewhat overwhelmed. noveldrama

"Just now, that old man kept staring at you," Su Minghua whispered discontentedly in her ear.

But Song Wei pushed him away.

Her gaze was seductive, but her words were merciless.

"He’s just a business partner! Besides, you’re not my man, why do you care who looks at me!"

Song Wei walked to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a glass of red wine.

Su Minghua was rejected.

His face flushed then paled.

He asked her, "Do you really not cherish our past?"

Song Wei gently swirled her wine glass, dismissively saying, "Back then my family was poor and your family looked down on me, I don’t blame you! But now, you still intend to toy with me."

"I absolutely do not," Su Minghua insisted earnestly, as if he wished he could show her his heart.

He boldly wrapped his arms around her waist, making tender declarations, "I am sincere towards you! You’ve been cold-hearted, I think about you every night."

He grasped Song Wei’s hand, desperately proving it.

Song Wei withdrew her hand.

Her eyes captivatingly alluring, "The men who think of me nightly stretch from Jiang City to B City. If I paid attention to every one of them, I wouldn’t do any business, right?"

Su Minghua became anxious, "You shouldn’t care about them."

Song Wei stroked his chest, tenderly saying, "They’re more considerate than you, and they can hold sway at home! Not like you, who only thinks about sleeping with me!"

Su Minghua of course made more promises.

Song Wei still remained cool and firm.

When Su Minghua left, his heart was utterly chilled.

He was well-born and of high standing, typically very successful among women.

However, he had suffered a setback with Song Wei, his old flame.

Leaving the hotel, he even thought of giving up.

After all, when it comes to pleasing women versus being pleased, the vast majority of men would choose the latter.

Back home, Su Minghua was seething.

He lay in bed, suffering from lovesickness.

Wang Meiru knew it well.

She sat at the dressing table, deliberately making small talk with him.

This only made Su Minghua more frustrated; he had fallen out with Song Wei and it had been a long time since he went looking for other women, his body was restless.

Thus, he reached for his wife, seeking marital intimacy.