Overnight Hit: Vicious Stepmother and Genius Son
Chapter 405: Does Vinegar Taste Good?

Chapter 405: Chapter 405: Does Vinegar Taste Good?

After getting in the car, Ye Zhenzhen was the first to speak, "What... do you want with me?"

"Did you miss me?" Song Jinze didn’t directly answer her question, but looked at her with an incredibly tender gaze.

For a moment, Ye Zhenzhen couldn’t keep up with the man’s pace; one minute he said he’d take her to task after getting in the car, and then suddenly he’s asking her this question.

"Hmm... what do you think?"

Although it had been less than two days since they had been apart, her heart truly longed for him.

With his pale lips curved into a doting smile, Song Jinze raised his hand to gently caress her fair cheek, "If you missed me, then why didn’t you come to me first when you had an issue?"

Instead, you went to Da Mi, including the incident the other day in the parking lot. He wanted to have a proper talk with her that night when she got home, but because the woman was drunk, the matter was just left like that.

He didn’t want to dredge up the past afterwards, to avoid making everyone unhappy, but unexpectedly, this woman did it again.

He remembered that he had told her before that if there was an issue, she should come to him, not Da Mi; yet, it seemed like she didn’t care, or more like she never really took it to heart.

The first person she thinks of when there’s an issue isn’t her husband, but a man with no blood relation to her...

Ye Zhenzhen blinked, "Weren’t you on a business trip? Besides, the Song family’s bodyguards have always been following me in secret; if I can solve a problem myself, why should I bother you?"

"Ye Zhenzhen!" Song Jinze raised his tone slightly when he said these three words.

Ye Zhenzhen looked at the man’s serious, handsome face, tinged with a thin layer of anger, as if it might erupt at any time, "What’s wrong with you? Why are you getting angry all of a sudden? Are you angry?"

Don’t other men get annoyed when their wives or girlfriends bother them with trivial things? Is what she did wrong?

Song Jinze’s eyebrows twitched slightly, his eyes as deep as pools of water, his voice low, "Yes, I’m angry."

With that, he leaned toward her and wrapped his arms around her lower back, pulling her into his embrace and placing her across his lap.

Ye Zhenzhen tried to move, but the man hugged her even tighter. She attempted to pry off his hands, but it was futile.

"Don’t move!" he said softly, patting her hand.

Ye Zhenzhen frowned, "Song Jinze, why are you being so overbearing!"

"Overbearing?" he said, his gaze deepening, "Hmm, I should be more overbearing, otherwise I feel that in your heart, I will never occupy that main spot."

"Tsch," Ye Zhenzhen was amused by his serious and stern expression.

In that instant, she seemed to understand why he was angry.

She looked into his eyes and saw the emotion hidden there, and chuckled lightly, "So, President Song is jealous?"

Song Jinze’s dark eyes narrowed, and he rested his head against hers, replying in a deep tone, "Mrs. Song, you seem so clever, why are you so slow to catch on, hmm?"

A second ago, she clearly held the initiative, but now, after he spoke those words, the situation seemed to have turned around.

What does he mean by her being slow? It was he who got irrationally jealous, and now he’s blaming her response time?

Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly realized how close they were, almost touching. If she spoke quickly, her lips might actually touch his...

With this thought, Ye Zhenzhen slightly leaned back, trying to create some distance before speaking.

However, he didn’t give her the chance, lifting his hand to encircle her waist and drawing her body close up against his.

Just moments ago, their foreheads were merely touching; now they seemed fused together.

Gazing at the handsome face inches away, her eyes drawn to the deep, pool-like darkness of his eyes, she couldn’t help but notice those pale, thin lips. She recalled the warmth of his breath and the resonance of his low, pleasant voice as he spoke.

In an instant, she felt her cheeks burn with heat, ensnared by this despicable man...

Ye Zhenzhen swallowed hard, "Song... Song Jinze, I can’t talk with you hugging me like this. Please, let me sit beside you instead."

She could feel her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. Just being this close to him, hearing his voice and smelling that intoxicatingly fresh scent, her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

Song Jinze’s lips curved into a slight smirk, his eyes narrowing as he said, "No, what did you just call me?"

As he asked this question, Ye Zhenzhen could sense that something about the atmosphere was off. She immediately placed her hands on his handsome face, her fingertips getting tangled in the dense hair by his ear, gently pushing his head back to try and create some distance.

"No, it’s not that, Song Jinze. Don’t talk for a moment, just listen to me, don’t get angry yet!"

If she didn’t explain herself now, who knew what this despicable man would do next...

Song Jinze’s gaze flickered, evidently not expecting such a move from her.

Perhaps it was the first time someone so boldly grasped his head so tightly, commanding him to be silent and listen to her speak. He found it refreshing, and his heartbeat subtly changed its rhythm.

He raised his right brow, his gaze intense as he looked at her, "Then speak, and after I hear what you have to say, I’ll decide whether or not to stay angry."

Ye Zhenzhen glanced at him sideways, muttering under her breath, "Petty..."

Hmph!

"What did you say?"

The man’s arm around her waist tightened slightly.

Ye Zhenzhen quickly said, "Nothing, I was telling you that your relationship with me is different from anyone else’s. Why do you always have to be so jealously petty over nothing? Is jealousy tasty to you?"

Song Jinze: ...

For a moment, he was left speechless by what she had said...

Ultimately, he voiced his own dissatisfaction bluntly, "Mrs. Song, since you know that our relationship is different from others, why don’t you think of me first when you have a problem? Instead of finding me, you seek help from someone who has nothing to do with you?"

Was that reasonable?

"It’s not like that, you are my lawfully wedded husband and Da Mi is just a friend. What’s there to compare between you two?"

Song Jinze frowned, following her line of reasoning, "If you admit there’s nothing to compare, could you please contact me first in the future? Consider me the person you want to turn to the most?"

How could he not understand what she was saying?

Subconsciously, she simply saw him as the man she married. He and she were separate entities.

Da Mi was her friend, someone within her reach, so when she had issues, she thought of asking him for help, not Song Jinze.

She believed she could handle the situation by herself, that’s why she didn’t want to trouble him. But in his eyes, she’d rather seek help from another man than from him, the closest person to her.

That was the main reason for the discomfort and anger in his heart.