In the shooting range’s parking lot, Chen Ming forcibly brought Song Jia to his car.

As soon as they were outside where no one was around, Song Jia couldn’t hold it in any longer and shook him off: "What are you doing?"

Chen Ming’s body banged against the car door, and his back throbbed with pain and a tingling burn.

He straightened up slightly, irritably took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. But instead of smoking it immediately, he held it between his fingers, the ash-red tip flickering in the dark night.

Song Jia glared at him, raised her hand to slap him, but Chen Ming caught her hand with his own, his voice hoarse: "Had enough?"

Song Jia was so mad she kicked him, and caught him off guard by actually landing the kick.

Chen Ming frowned, but his gaze fell on her white spaghetti strap dress, and after looking for a good while, he took a drag on his cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and frowned: "Why are you dressed like this to come to the shooting range?"

"It’s none of your business." Song Jia kicked him again: "Let go of me."

She thought Chen Ming would definitely cause a scene, but surprisingly, he let her go so easily. She stumbled back a step, her eyes showing some surprise as she looked at him.

"What, thought I would pester you?" Chen Ming chuckled, "I brought you out just to tell you it wasn’t me who told Anxi. She’s smart enough to guess it wasn’t hard."

Song Jia stared at him for a while before asking, "Are you close with her? Do you like her too?"

Chen Ming lowered his head, took a fierce drag, then threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stomped it out before answering her question: "I guess you could say very familiar."

The next question, he didn’t answer.

After all, she wasn’t anyone to him, no need to explain.

After replying, his gaze was quite calm: "Do you have a car? If not, I can take you home."

He raised his hand to check the time, "It’s getting late, and it’s hard to get a taxi here."

Song Jia was stubborn, but she really hadn’t driven here. She had come in a producer’s car, and at Chen Ming’s suggestion, she thought for a moment before giving a light huff: "I can pay for the ride."

He looked at her calmly and didn’t refuse or say no.

Chen Ming walked to the passenger side, opened the door, watched her sit inside, and closed the door. He himself walked around to the other side and got into the car. Once inside, he didn’t start the car immediately, but picked up his phone to call Gu Anxi.

Gu Anxi, knowing he wouldn’t be coming back, was distractedly playing by herself when her phone rang. She saw it was Chen Ming.

She answered, holding a gun in one hand, fired a shot, and then asked: "Not coming back?"

Chen Ming sat there, one hand on the steering wheel, and replied softly with a "hmm," sounding heavy and slightly hoarse, thus coming across as slightly gentle...

Over there, Gu Anxi teased: "Sending Cloud back?"

Chen Ming glanced at Song Jia, sure she wouldn’t like that nickname, so he cleverly let out a vague "uh," which Gu Anxi chuckled at, saying, "Alright, I’ll play a while longer and head back. Drive safely."

Chen Ming hung up the phone and placed it in the front console. Turning his head, he found Song Jia watching him.

"What is it?" He fastened his seatbelt and asked as he started the car.

Song Jia responded flatly: "Nothing,"

After a while, she couldn’t help but ask, "You and Gu Anxi..."

"What about it?" Chen Ming, while driving, pulled out another cigarette, intending to light it, but was stopped by Song Jia, "No smoking."

Surprised, he put the cigarette back, focusing on the road ahead, still not answering her question. Song Jia asked again.

The road wasn’t very smooth, causing the car to sway gently. Chen Ming chuckled, speaking lazily, "You’re not my wife, yet you’re concerned about me smoking and whether I like Anxi. Aren’t you being a bit nosy, Song Jia?"

Song Jia turned her face away, letting out a cold snort: "I just don’t want to smell smoke."

With that said, Chen Ming took the cigarette back out and even closed the car window, lighting the cigarette as if to provoke her.

Song Jia fumed: "Chen Ming, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?"

"Clearly, I am." He replied with a light laugh, holding the steering wheel with one hand, smoking adeptly with the other. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Song Jia was stunned for a moment, realizing he was a seasoned smoker.

She stiffly said: "Stop the car."

Chen Ming glanced at her: "Are you sure? There’s no cars here, isn’t it risky to be dressed like that?"

Song Jia’s voice turned colder: "Stop the car."

Chen Ming stopped the car.

A screeching sound.

Song Jia was momentarily stunned. Did he really stop?

This, this... fool.

Song Jia glared at him.

Chen Ming leaned over to open the car door for her, then sat back and raised his chin slightly, his gaze resting on her lovely face.

Song Jia glared back at him, unbuckled her seatbelt, and got out of the car.

It was dark outside, and they were in a rather secluded area, with an unnerving quiet all around.

Song Jia didn’t turn back and walked straight ahead. She was only wearing a spaghetti strap dress and was in high heels, her walking posture graceful, and her waist particularly slender from behind.

Chen Ming leaned back in his seat, squinting to watch her back. After a while, he opened the car window, finished his cigarette, and started the car. Driving a little, he could see the white figure again.

Song Jia clearly heard the sound of his car, but ignored it, still walking straight ahead. Chen Ming didn’t call her, just kept driving behind her...

He honked the horn once, she feigned not hearing, so he didn’t insist, just slowly driving behind.

Later, he lit another cigarette and drove intermittently, with remarkable patience.

After about half an hour, Chen Ming drove up next to her and stopped: "Get in."

Song Jia ignored him, so Chen Ming got out of the car, quickly walked over, and wrapped an arm around her waist. She was caught off guard and fell into his arms, "Chen Ming, what are you doing?"

He felt her waist, really slim, but didn’t linger on the thought, just lightly held her and reached down, pulling off her high heels, casually tossing them to the roadside.

This series of actions left her stunned, and after a while, she finally snapped back: "Chen Ming, what are you doing?"

Chen Ming was strong, and she was so petite. He easily scooped her up with one hand, heading towards his car.

Song Jia’s face was pressed against his shoulder, feeling only his warm body temperature and the unique, not unpleasant slight sweat odor of summer males, in contrast to the smell of alcohol she remembered on him...

Chen Ming carried her to the car, opened the door, and set her inside. She was angry and hit him with her bag.

He didn’t move, his voice turning hoarse: "Don’t make a fuss, I’ll take you home, I’m tired too."

Song Jia was a bit surprised, looking up...