Overnight Hit: Vicious Stepmother and Genius Son
Chapter 475 You can think that way if you like.

Chapter 475: Chapter 475 You can think that way if you like.

After she was properly dressed, Song Jinze put the hood on her, lightly laughing, "Now you won’t get wet."

Ye Zhenzhen looked at the man’s thin long sleeve, "Then you..."

"I’m a man, a bit of rain is fine."

[Ah ah ah ah, just a second ago I wanted Ye Zhenzhen’s son, but now I want Ye Zhenzhen’s husband, what should I do, what should I do!]

[Just saying, who wouldn’t like a man like President Song, woo woo woo~]

[Like it, but unfortunately, President Song isn’t mine.]

[Seeing this scene, I suddenly think of my ex-boyfriend. It started to rain while we were shopping, and he asked me if I was cold. I said yes, thinking he would take off his coat and give it to me the next second, but instead, he just zipped up his own jacket and said, ’I’m cold too.’]

[Hahaha, so that’s why he is your ex-boyfriend, huh!]

The bodyguard from the Song family spotted their boss and Mrs. Song getting drenched in the rain on the ridge and immediately pretended to be a villager, rushing over with an umbrella.

From a distance, the bodyguard started to shout, "Song..."

The word wasn’t fully uttered when the bodyguard immediately stopped himself.

He almost forgot that he was currently disguised as a villager and couldn’t just call out to the boss as President Song.

Upon approaching, the bodyguard greeted them cheerfully, "It’s raining, don’t you have an umbrella? I happen to have two, let me lend them to you!"

At that moment, Ye Zhenzhen felt that this villager was simply an angel.

She took the umbrella, thanked him, then opened it and gave it to Song Jinze, "You and the boy use it."

The bodyguard hurriedly said, "You two share one umbrella, and I’ll help you lead the ox, for little shao..."

The words ’young master’ that were stuck in his throat, were forcibly swallowed back by the bodyguard.

Ptui ptui~

He almost slipped up again.

"I’ll hold the umbrella for this little rascal and escort you guys back home, hehe~"

Song Jinze’s indifferent gaze swept over the bodyguard, and he didn’t say a word.

The bodyguard felt a layer of sweat on his back, it was obvious that despite his giggling, he was incredibly nervous at that moment.

He was awfully brave to dare to refer to the young master as a little rascal.

Song Yuchen and Ye Zhenzhen had no idea that this villager was a bodyguard, and the little fellow gratefully said, "Thank you, uncle~"

A guilty smile froze on the bodyguard’s face, "No... no need to thank me, it’s on the way!"

Even if the clothes and hat were borrowed from an old man in the village, he shouldn’t be called uncle by this little rascal!

He had just turned 26!

[Hahaha, Song Yuchen little buddy, why don’t you take a closer look at whether this villager really is an uncle; he clearly looks like a handsome young man!]

[Wait a minute, taking a closer look, I notice that this village has many tall and handsome villagers like this. What’s going on?]

[Speaking of which, I also find it strange. When the kids were doing tasks earlier, the camera caught several very handsome villagers, and I was wondering if Wutong Village produces handsome guys or something?]

[A villager from Wutong Village working outside responds, there aren’t many handsome guys in our village, these are probably from out of town. Looking at them, it wouldn’t be surprising if they were President Song’s bodyguards!]

[Damn, now that you mention it, it does make sense, case solved, case solved. Rich people really live differently, they even bring a whole team of bodyguards to a show.]

[What else would you expect? With that kind of status, what if something goes wrong?]

The bodyguard’s umbrella that had just been handed out was still in Ye Zhenzhen’s hand, her arm held high, precisely so as not to let Song Jinze get rained on.

Seeing that the bodyguard had already opened an umbrella for Xiao Chen, Ye Zhenzhen also said to the man, "My arm is sore, you hold the umbrella."

"Okay."

Song Jinze took the umbrella, the small one mostly covering Ye Zhenzhen’s side, his left shoulder still being wet by the rain.

Ye Zhenzhen couldn’t bear it and said, "Move the umbrella towards yourself a bit, you’re getting all wet."

Song Jinze turned his head to look at the woman beside him, raised his eyebrows slightly with a smile, "This umbrella is a bit small, how about we try another way that should cover both of us."

Ye Zhenzhen was puzzled, "What?"

As he finished speaking, Song Jinze stuffed the handle of the umbrella into her hand, bent down to lift her up, his ink-black eyes slightly curved, carrying a hint of slyness, "You hold the umbrella, I hold you, it’s quite fitting."

[My God, who can understand, who can really understand, I’m truly floored by President Song time and again. This man is really, really, really handsome!]

[Speaking of spoiling one’s wife, it has to be our president.]

[Drama scenes are nothing more than this, let alone this couple with divine looks, simply amazing, oh my gosh, I came to watch the kid’s show, but why do I always feel like I’m watching a drama?]

[Don’t compare our president to those drama actors, theirs are just performances, our president’s feelings are genuine, and he is genuinely handsome, the wife is genuinely beautiful too.]

[I will never forget President Song in a black suit, standing on the stage announcing to everyone, ’I am an old geezer’ that image, seriously, tying it to today, he really spoils Sister Zhenzhen so much!]

[I’m tired of saying I envy them, I’m about to run out of drool!]

Ye Zhenzhen looked at the shallow smile on the man’s handsome face, like a breeze passing over a lake surface, causing ripples layer upon layer.

The raindrops gradually became denser, pattering on the umbrella, and with it, her heartbeat also pattered along.

This darn man, he really gets better looking the more you look at him.

Song Jinze’s lips curled slightly, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Mrs. Song, rein in your gaze, otherwise I might mistake that you’re inviting me right now..."

Ye Zhenzhen: ...

The hot breath brushed gently past her earlobe, causing her fair little face to flush red instantaneously.

To alleviate the awkward atmosphere, she took a deep breath.

Suddenly, the man’s pleasant cold fragrance swept in, imperiously enveloping her.

Her heartbeat inexplicably continued to quicken, as if someone was tickling the depths of her heart with a feather, strange yet addictive.

Ye Zhenzhen stared at the man’s slightly upturned thin lips, and a bold idea suddenly flashed in her mind...

The next moment, she lowered the umbrella handle a little, stretched out her slender arm around the man’s neck, and kissed his seductive thin lips.

Song Jinze tensed up, entirely unprepared for the woman in his arms to make such a move.

Surprise, shock, and great pleasure.

But just after a few short seconds, the touch that pleased him had departed.

His pale thin lips curled into a doting smile, leaning close to her ear, his voice low as he said, "Does this count as a response to what I just said, hmm?"

Ye Zhenzhen’s limpid phoenix eyes shaped like crescent moons, with a bashful flush painted on her fair face, she did not shy away but looked straight at the man.

It was like a fresh verdure in the dawn, quietly blooming in those clear eyes.

"If you think so, that’s fine too."

Song Jinze’s mind wavered, his arms that encircled the woman tightened slightly, and he bent his head to kiss those playful yet tender red lips...