CHAPTER 19: CHAPTER 19: FOUR LIPS, ON THE VERGE OF TOUCHING

"Of course not!"

She exclaimed in shame and anger, using the back of her hand to fiercely wipe the spot his lips had touched.

There was still a trace left from his kiss, but no matter how hard she wiped, the lingering warmth wouldn’t go away.

Seeing her action full of disgust, Lu Jihan’s face turned a few shades colder, and he swiftly reached out to grip her chin.

Their noses were almost touching, eyes locking onto each other. With just a small motion, those four lips that were inches apart seemed on the verge of pressing tightly together.

She widened her eyes, trying hard to ignore the closeness between them and his fervent breath...

But it was in vain, as the warm breath brushing against her face made it itch.

To make things worse, her peach-shaped buttocks were pressed tightly against the man’s upper thighs, and as the car bounced, they rubbed against each other suggestively... it was maddening!

The next second, his beautiful thin lips let out a cold, mocking remark: "Still won’t admit it? If not to get close to me, why do you appear in front of me time and time again? Don’t tell me you’re going to the Song Family to find your son again."

Song Yinyin glared fiercely at Lu Jihan with her almond-shaped eyes, yet they shimmered with a clear sparkle amidst her embarrassment and anger.

She struggled twice, but couldn’t break free from his grasp.

Annoyed, she said, "Sir, are you deaf? How many times do I have to say it before you hear me clearly? I don’t even know who you are, and since I don’t know who you are, why would I want to get close to you? Even if I did know who you are, my taste is different from Song Anqi’s! The men she likes, I’m not interested in!"

Not interested?

Lu Jihan furrowed his brows slightly.

"You don’t know who I am?" he asked in a deep voice, unable to believe there could be someone in the Imperial City who didn’t recognize him.

Song Yinyin snapped back angrily, "Sir, should I know who you are?"

The implication was that she indeed didn’t know him.

Lu Jihan couldn’t help but knit his thick eyebrows.

Was she really not going to the Song Family because of him?

After two seconds of silence, he finally released her delicate wrist, leaning sideways on the armrest. His devilish charm was enough to captivate any woman.

"Why are you looking for Song Huaizhong?" he asked.

Song Yinyin glanced at the bulge between his legs, where the lion that had just awakened was still raised. Her face flushed as she turned away and sneered, "That’s my personal matter, I have no obligation to tell you!"

He chuckled lightly, his handsome face bathed in sunlight, with his deep black eyes slightly narrowed, exuding nobility between his brows and eyes.

He lazily crossed his long legs, looking down at her, his long legs extended, like a king overlooking his handmaiden.

With a slight smile at the corners of his thin lips, he said calmly, "If you want to enter the Song Mansion and get what you want, I can help you."

He could help her?

Song Yinyin was momentarily taken aback, blinking her almond eyes.

Anyone who could enter the Song Mansion and be treated as a distinguished guest by Jiang Lan and Song Anqi surely wasn’t of ordinary status.

But...

Song Yinyin shook her head, not falling for his words.

Even if he were the Emperor, she wouldn’t seek his help.

She bit her lip fiercely, shook her head, and said firmly, "No need, it’s better to rely on oneself than to beg others. I will find a way to solve my own affairs, so you needn’t bother yourself."

With that, she turned to the driver and asked him to stop at the next intersection.

Without Lu Jihan’s instructions, the driver dared not stop randomly, casting a cautious glance at the BOSS in the rearview mirror.

Lu Jihan nodded, and only then did the driver slowly bring the car to a stop.

Without a word, Song Yinyin opened the car door, but her delicate wrist was suddenly gripped tightly.

Frowning, she turned back to look at Lu Jihan, "Sir, is there something else?"