Well, well, well!

This woman struck Liu Zhizhong's sore spot right on.

His wife had already mentioned divorce—why would they even think about having a child?

Liu Zhizhong felt a bit awkward, but luckily, the changing lights from the movie screen dimmed and hid his expression.

He coughed once, sat upright, took two deep breaths, and Luo Yanling's fragrance spread with the air, making it quite comfortable.

"Um, Little Sister Luo, you shouldn't say that…"

"Then what should I say? Is it not that you won't do it, but that you can't? Hehe…"

As Luo Yanling spoke, she leaned forward, twisting her head to see Liu Zhizhong's reaction, her laughter full of teasing flirtation.

Liu Zhizhong also felt a surge of amusement, twisted her shoulder, and playfully nudged her head to face the movie screen again.

Luo Yanling inexplicably enjoyed his gesture, finding it very amusing and unlike any man she had encountered before!

Liu Zhizhong whispered in her ear, "It's not that I won't or can't, but rather we've been too focused on our careers these years. If it's about whether I can or can't, I'm certainly better than your ex-boyfriend and Secretary Ma."

"Get lost! Don't mention them again, will you?"

Luo Yanling got coquettish and slapped Liu Zhizhong on the chest, feeling how broad and resilient it was!

"Hehe, so I'm better than them, huh?"

"I haven't tried, how would I know?" Luo Yanling said, somewhat shyly, and pinched Liu Zhizhong on the waist.

"Um… so, you mean, you want to try?"

Liu Zhizhong leaned closer to her ear, his voice low and dreamy, magnetic and gently provocative.

"Ah, you…" Luo Yanling felt a ticklish tingling in her ear, she moaned softly and enjoyed the sensation terribly, instinctively shrinking her neck.

Just as she was about to say something, Liu Zhizhong's phone inopportunely rang.

Liu Zhizhong picked it up and cursed silently.

He held up his phone to Luo Yanling, "Well, look at that, you've jinxed it, talking about tragedy and tragedy arrives."

Luo Yanling saw the name "wife" on the display and couldn't help but laugh, "Be confident, just answer the call!"

"Um… haha… you bad woman, so naughty…"

Liu Zhizhong couldn't help but pinch Luo Yanling's cheek, so smooth and bouncy, truly comfortable.

You're the naughty one!" Luo Yanling retorted.

Liu Zhizhong hurriedly dashed out of the cinema to the quiet hallway to answer Zhao Yan's phone.

"Wife, not busy with work tonight? That project in your county now…"

His gentle words were abruptly cut off by Zhao Yan's cold tone.

"Why bother asking about me? I'm beside your car, where are you?"

"Ah? Oh, haha…" Liu Zhizhong was alarmed, his face changed dramatically, his mind racing as he chuckled, "Oh, wife you're back? Wait for me, I'll be right there. Tonight I was just… hello, hello…"

Liu Zhizhong frustratedly squeezed his phone, finally cursing aloud, "Damn it!"

Zhao Yan didn't wait for him to finish and hung up the phone.

Liu Zhizhong couldn't imagine the icy expression his wife had beside his car, sighing…

Who ratted us out?

Someone must be tracking me and Luo Yanling, damn it!

It was the first day on the job as a promoted manager, and he had thought the day ended perfectly well with Luo Yanling, a string of good luck.

Then, his wife came back—was she onto them?

He quickly went back to the cinema to fill Luo Yanling in on the situation.

Luo Yanling too, was startled, immediately asking, "Where did your wife get such news? Did she come to catch us in the act? Damn, who is tracking us…"

Although Liu Zhizhong admired her quick wit, there was no time for lengthy explanations, he said, "That's that, I've got to go handle her. You head home on your own later…"

After speaking, he turned to leave, but Luo Yanling suddenly grabbed his hand.

Liu Zhizhong paused, turned his head and said, "Hey, what's up? Oh… my God…"

He was stupefied.

His face burnt with heat!

Because Luo Yanling had suddenly tiptoed and fiercely kissed him on the cheek.

While he was still stunned, Luo Yanling had already sat back down, covering her mouth, her eyes twinkling with mischievous delight.

"Little Sister Luo, are you taking advantage of me?"

"Yeah, go on, deal with your wife. You still owe me a ride home."

Luo Yanling struck a haughty pose, waving her little hand as if she were seeing off a guest, her intentions quite clear.

Liu Zhizhong shook his head in frustration, and quickly made his exit.

Before long, he had reached the parking lot behind the Western restaurant, sneaking around to the back door.

From there, he could clearly see his car.

Beside his car stood his wife Zhao Yan's shiny silver BMW 540Li.

At that moment, the weather was still a bit sultry, looking like it might rain soon.

Zhao Yan hadn't exited her car; the BMW was running with the air conditioning on, and she sat inside waiting.

Liu Zhizhong took several deep breaths, forcibly calming his emotions, and quickly messaged Lu Yuqing, reporting his success and sharing his current predicament.

Ah, whether I can get safeguarded relies on little aunt now.

If I survive this ordeal, ah, I really must sincerely thank little aunt tomorrow!