Chen Ming said very calmly, "I carried out a task yesterday and haven’t really slept for almost two days. After dropping you off, I’m going back to rest."

Song Jia coldly replied, "Haven’t slept for two days, and you’re here to play shooting?"

Chen Ming stared at her for a moment, didn’t answer, and prepared to close the car door.

At this moment, Song Jia held the car door with her hand, slightly raised her chin, "My shoes cost five or six thousand."

"I’ll buy you a pair later," Chen Ming said flatly.

Song Jia snorted coldly, "Help me pick them up, would you even spend five or six thousand on shoes?"

"Compensation is certainly possible, but if it’s for my wife, she might have to earn the money herself." He didn’t deny that he was subtly hinting at her.

Sure enough, Song Jia heard it, got angry, and slammed the car door shut.

Of course, Chen Ming didn’t go pick up the shoes. He was quite tired now and quickly got into the car. After driving for a while, he reminded her, "Fasten your seatbelt."

Song Jia was still angry, didn’t want to pay him any mind, while there was a police check ahead, with a few traffic cops on night duty.

Chen Ming frowned, "Fasten it."

She still didn’t listen, and by then it was too late. He had to reach out and press her against himself.

Song Jia was stunned, lying on him, head buried, took a while before gritting her teeth, "Chen Ming, you bastard."

"Don’t make a sound," he had already lowered the car window.

Outside, two young traffic cops saw him and immediately stood respectfully, "Captain Chen."

Chen Ming smiled faintly, "How’s everything going?"

The young man stammered a bit, after all, having seen the boss of their boss’s boss. It took a while before he said, "Everything’s normal."

After speaking, he peeked inside, "Captain Chen is alone?"

Chen Ming lit a cigarette, smiled, "Played at the shooting range with Little Gu, and we’re just heading back. By the way, aren’t you going to test for alcohol?"

The young man shook his hand, "For Captain Chen, let’s skip it."

"No way, business is business." Chen Ming said as he was about to unbuckle his seatbelt and get out of the car. He also wanted to get out and take a look, a professional habit.

With this move, he forgot about Song Jia pressed against him. As soon as he let go, her head popped up, and she slapped him in the face.

With a loud slap.

Chen Ming was dumbfounded.

The two young men outside were also stunned.

What’s going on here? Where did this beautiful woman come from? Didn’t Captain Chen say he was playing with Little Gu at the shooting range? How is there a woman in his car, and she’s really pretty?

Looking closer, isn’t this Zhou’s newly recognized sister, also an international movie star?

Sitting like that in Captain Chen’s car, looking again, oh god, she doesn’t even have shoes on, so the two young men couldn’t help but think a little more.

Chen Ming wasn’t an idiot either. He could tell from their straightforward looks. He glanced at Song Jia, "I’ll step out for a moment."

Song Jia didn’t want to pay any attention to him, tidying her long, wavy hair, exuding a captivating charm that made the two young men’s eyes go straight.

Chen Ming got out of the car and slammed the door shut, "What are you looking at!"

One of them moved closer and asked quietly, "Is she your wife?"

Chen Ming tapped his head lightly, "Go, where would I have a wife? Zhou’s sister, happened to run into her."

"Then why no shoes?" The young one murmured, while the other stifled laughter.

Chen Ming smacked the two of them, "Still dare to laugh at me? Watch me teach you two brats a lesson."

The young man chuckled quietly, then said, "She’s pretty, almost like Little Gu."

Little Gu?

Chen Ming suddenly remembered that Gu Anxi was also very good looking, but having been brothers for so long, he’d been impressed with her shooting skills first, making it hard to feel any protective impulse. In contrast, Song Jia clearly knew various shooting and swordsmanship skills, yet she always appeared delicate and soft, except for slapping people and kicking them. But he knew he was overthinking.

Of course, Chen Ming never took a sobriety test, instead he went to the resting point for a look. About ten minutes later, he got back into the car.

After closing the car door, as he was fastening the seatbelt, Song Jia was twirling her hair, looking away, "Weren’t you tired?"

Chen Ming smiled faintly, "If there was a task now, I could last another day."

She turned her head to look at him, but didn’t say anything further.

The car sped through the night, arriving at Zhou Yunchen’s villa about half an hour later.

"We’re here." Chen Ming’s voice was a bit hoarse.

Song Jia turned her head, "I don’t have shoes."

At this moment, the car was outside the villa. The security guard, seeing it was his car, immediately opened the gate. Chen Ming’s car slowly drove inside.

Inside the villa, the lights were still bright.

Zhou Yunchen was sitting on the sofa, obviously waiting for this sister to come home.

Chen Ming unbuckled his seatbelt, looked at her, "I’ll get your shoes."

Technically, he could have carried her in, but with Zhou Yunchen there, he didn’t dare.

Even now, the pleasant sensation from earlier lingered in his palm, making him nostalgic.

Zhou Yunchen, flipping through a book, lifted his head, "Chen Ming, why are you bringing her back?"

Chen Ming nodded, "Yes, her shoes fell off, so I’m getting them for her."

Zhou Yunchen smiled, "Arguing again?"

He glanced outside before saying, "So, mixed together again?"

Chen Ming’s face reddened slightly, "No, happened to see her at the shooting range, she didn’t drive."

"No need to explain." Zhou Yunchen got up to get a pair of slippers, handed them to Chen Ming, "Give them to her. I won’t interfere with your matters, settle them yourselves, you’re both in your thirties already."

Chen Ming’s lips moved slightly, "There’s really nothing going on."

He thought about it before saying, "There’s nothing possible between us, I’m going on a blind date next week."

His tone carried a bit of helplessness.

Chen’s mother was really pushing hard, and he couldn’t quite refuse...

After speaking, Zhou Yunchen’s gaze fell behind him, a faint smile appeared.

Chen Ming froze for a moment, turned around, and saw Song Jia standing silently behind him, her expression slightly cold. Obviously, she had heard what he said.

He thought she probably looked down on him, looked down on his ordinary life, because of his age going on blind dates.

But he was just a down-to-earth, ordinary person. He wasn’t a star or a playboy; marrying a wife to live a regular life was just how ordinary folks lived.

Zhou Yunchen watched them exchanging glances, gave a gentle smile, stretched with a yawn, "Alright, you guys talk it out, I’m going upstairs to bed."

He walked a few steps, then suddenly turned back, "Oh, Chen Ming, you’re not allowed to stay the night. You haven’t been drinking today."

These words made them both extremely uncomfortable, especially Chen Ming, scratching his head awkwardly, "No, I’ll leave in a moment."

Zhou Yunchen chuckled and went upstairs.

If it were me, I’d stubbornly refuse to leave.

After another night, she’d surely soften up.

Chen Ming, still too honest, just look at how I used to wear down Congwen...