Overnight Hit: Vicious Stepmother and Genius Son
Chapter 512 - 509 Trying Out the Goods

Chapter 512: Chapter 509 Trying Out the Goods

Ye Zhenzhen took out a piece of popcorn, waved it in front of him, then popped it into her own mouth before looking at the man with a smile in her eyes.

"Mmm, tasty."

Humph, as if she would feed him by hand again. No way.

As she picked up a second piece, the man beside her suddenly moved closer, his large hand steadying her wrist, his warm, thin lips brushing over her fingertips.

The warm and soft touch spread from her fingertips, and in that instant, her heart beat faster once again.

"You..."

Song Jinze lightly pursed his lips, "Tasty."

The movie started.

Ye Zhenzhen didn’t touch the popcorn in her hand again, nor did she sip her drink. Her eyes stayed fixed on the big screen, and as she immersed herself in the plot, her racing heartbeat gradually calmed down.

She observed the director’s camera movements and the actors’ emotional performances with great focus.

The film was centered on romance, but the interwoven familial ties and the broader social backdrop were deeply moving. In just two hours, love, family, the fate of all characters, and the overarching story were all clearly told.

It had to be said, Director Yang’s prowess was truly strong.

...

The night was colder than the afternoon, with a light rain accompanied by the chilly wind.

By the time the two of them got home, it was nearly 10 p.m.

Ye Zhenzhen changed shoes at the entryway and cast a glance at the man beside her, who made no move.

"Are you... going out?"

Was he standing still, waiting for her to go in before leaving?

"It’s so late, you’re not going to tell me you’re heading back to the office to work overtime?"

Song Jinze’s lips slowly curled up as a glint flickered in his dark eyes, "Does Mrs. Song wish for me to stay?"

Ye Zhenzhen gave him a sidelong look, what kind of question was that?

"This is your home, it’s not like I can kick you out."

The man moved forward two steps, leaned in towards her, his voice low and inexplicably seductive, "Mmm, I won’t go, I’ll stay home and keep you company."

Ye Zhenzhen paused, her cheeks flushing, and she turned to head upstairs, pushing the man away.

Song Jinze chuckled from behind her, "I left something in the car, I’ll go get it."

"I can’t be bothered with you."

...

After Ye Zhenzhen took her bath, she came out to find a new message on her phone, which was on the table.

As she picked up her phone, she noticed a cardboard box at the other end of the table and approached the box while reading the new message.

The message, sent by Liu Rui via WeChat, was a reminder of the "Selflessness" cast’s opening ceremony tomorrow morning.

Everything related to treating the whole crew to the buffet at Huanya Hotel on the opening day had been sorted out by Liu Rui without the need for Ye Zhenzhen to worry—all expensed by the company.

After typing a reply, Ye Zhenzhen looked down into the box.

Her gaze paused, and she looked towards the walk-in closet, hearing no sound.

Suddenly, the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside, and Song Jinze entered wearing a light grey robe, his forehead adorned with a few semi-damp strands, the steam from the shower lending him a lazy and relaxed appearance.

It was clear he had taken a shower in another room.

"You..." Ye Zhenzhen started to speak but stopped.

Remembering her words about not having precautions last night, and now this man had bought so much, a blush crept across her cheeks.

"What is it?"

Ye Zhenzhen pointed to the box in front of her, "Are you in the wholesale business?"

Song Jinze’s eyebrows twitched slightly, "For personal use."

Ye Zhenzhen stared at him, his carefree attitude taking her aback, "Personal use? You call this personal use?"

"Mhm." Song Jinze, stepping over with his long legs, reached to gently stroke the hair on the woman’s left forehead, his voice deep, "If Mrs. Song feels it’s not enough, tomorrow I’ll go buy the company."

"Skip the wholesale step and go straight to the manufacturer."

Ye Zhenzhen furrowed her brows and followed up on his words, "That also saves the middlemen’s mark-up."

Song Jinze’s lips curled with a faint smile as he leaned in close to her ear to reply, "Mrs. Song is not only good at acting but also has a sharp business mind."

"Should I be thanking President Song for his high regard?"

The man’s smile deepened, "You’re welcome. But before we talk about saving on the mark-up, we have an important task to finish."

Ye Zhenzhen: "?"

"Try the product."

"..."

Ye Zhenzhen gave him a glare and pushed him away to get by, but the man caught her around the waist and carried her towards the bed.

When her back met the sheets, his kisses followed, a clean and cold fragrance wafting around her nose, gentle at first then turning searing hot...

In the quiet room, only the sound of their breathing intertwined could be heard.

The man’s hands were warm as they glided down from her svelte waist, the touch igniting her skin like a torch, the flame spreading swiftly and dominantly to every cell in her body.

Not until the hem of her nightgown was lifted did Ye Zhenzhen shiver slightly, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest.

This whole process made her feel uneasy yet somewhat expectant.

Song Jinze stopped, his hands tenderly brushing over her already burning cheeks, "Don’t be afraid."

His voice was soft yet bewitching, as if to lure her in, causing her hands to unconsciously, slowly lift and wrap around his neck.

Ye Zhenzhen tilted her head back and initiated a kiss on the man’s thin lips.

With her response, the desire in the man’s dark eyes became unrestrainable...

The night deepened, and the cold wind outside the window grew stronger, mingling with the sound of rain that grew louder, large drops sliding down the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Just like the tears at the corners of a woman’s eyes.

Amidst sinking and floating sensations, she heard the man’s soft coaxing in her ear, his words gentle but his actions becoming increasingly bold.

In a haze, all she could feel was the beautiful crystal chandelier in the bedroom swinging violently, the reflected light extremely dazzling, and the man’s broad shoulders appearing now far, now near...

Until the last bit of consciousness faded away.

When the cold wind and torrential rain outside stopped, she had no idea.

...

The next day, Ye Zhenzhen was awakened by an annoying alarm clock. She felt completely limp, wanting to turn it off yet her body refused to move.

In just a few seconds, someone had already turned it off before her.

She intended to roll over and continue sleeping, but a sense of soreness quickly spread to her nerves.

Ye Zhenzhen’s brows knitted as she stretched out her hand, the familiar sensation from her palm making her unable to resist touching the superb abs a few more times.

After taking her advantage, a faint smile curled at the edge of her lips.

"Don’t move around, sleep a bit more, it’s still early."

Ye Zhenzhen’s eyes snapped open, and the handsome face of the man gradually became clear in front of her.

"You..."

She looked startled as if she had just received a fright, thinking she had still been dreaming.

A painful yet inescapable dream.

Song Jinze propped his elbow on the pillow, his dark eyes smiling, "What about me?"

Looking at his face, the painful yet irresistible memories flooded back, and Ye Zhenzhen kicked out from under the covers, "You... jerk!"

After the kick, Ye Zhenzhen couldn’t help but cry out in pain, "My leg hurts!"

Song Jinze let out a sigh and gently stroked the offending leg, "Then wait until it doesn’t hurt to kick me again, okay?"

"My back hurts too!"

"Then I’ll rub it."