Chapter 220: Falling in Love Is a Capital Offense

Song Qingtian was ushered into the car, and Ling Hanyu kept his anger tightly suppressed.

He couldn’t help but feel frustrated as Song Qingtian squirmed wildly in his arms—and she really did go all out.

Even Yang Yifan, driving the car, found it terrifying.

Song Qingtian had completely let loose, clinging to Ling Hanyu; not only was she taking the initiative, but she was also demanding that Ling Hanyu reciprocate. If he didn’t oblige, she would bite him hard to show her displeasure.

Who had ever heard of Ling Hanyu enduring such pain over something like this?

Yet Yang Yifan had to admit that Song Qingtian not only had the means but also the tactics.

No matter how proud and indignant Ling Hanyu might be, no matter how unhappy he was with Song Qingtian, he still didn’t push her away—and there wasn’t the slightest hint of intent to hurt her. This was a complete reversal from before.

It showed that Mr. Ling did, after all, have feelings for Song Qingtian.

Secretary Yang felt that Song Qingtian was now very different from who she used to be.

If he had noticed these changes, then Mr. Ling must have noticed them too. Precisely because of this realization, Mr. Ling had become so focused on Song Qingtian—perhaps he had even begun to develop feelings for her.

The car headed toward Yunhai Pavilion, just as Ling Hanyu had instructed.

As soon as they got out of the car, Song Qingtian immediately wrapped her arms around Ling Hanyu and demanded a kiss.

The two went to Yunhai Pavilion, but Secretary Yang wasn’t ready to leave yet—he still needed to gather more information.

When Song Qingtian was brought to the villa, she and Ling Hanyu immediately locked into a frenzied embrace as soon as they stepped inside.

They stayed like that for an entire day.

When Song Qingtian woke up, she was still a bit groggy—she was in an unfamiliar environment, in a vast, empty room with a snow-white bed.

Suddenly sitting up, she glanced at the blanket covering her and lifted it to reveal strawberry marks all over her body. She turned to look at the bed.

There, lying face down on the bed, was a figure, its entire back exposed.

Song Qingtian took a deep breath—could it be…?

Just as she was about to slip out quietly, Ling Hanyu asked, “What exactly is your relationship with Qin Xiaotian? Tell me now, and if I’m in a good mood, you won’t die looking quite so awful.”

Song Qingtian’s heart sank, but she quickly regained her composure.

She looked at Ling Hanyu, relieved it was him.

Adjusting the blanket around her chest, Song Qingtian asked, “Mr. Ling…”

“What are you calling me?”

Ling Hanyu’s gaze was icy cold; if Song Qingtian dared say another word, she wouldn’t be spared.

So Song Qingtian simply burrowed deeper under the covers and glanced around. She realized the furnishings were much the same as those in Haitian Pavilion, meaning this was Yunhai Pavilion—the private residence of Ling Hanyu.

Knowing she was safe, Song Qingtian finally relaxed.

Hiding beneath the covers, she asked, “How did you find me? Did you get a call?”

At the time, Song Qingtian hadn’t expected anyone else—only Ling Hanyu.

Ling Hanyu reached over from under the covers and quickly pinned Song Qingtian’s waist.

The blanket covered them both, and they were sealed in together.

Everything went pitch-black before Song Qingtian’s eyes, and as Ling Hanyu worked on her, he kept asking questions.

Song Qingtian knew she was in the wrong and answered some of his questions.

She and Qin Xiaotian were definitely not first loves—she could swear on her daughter’s life.

She didn’t like Qin Xiaotian either—she could swear on her daughter’s life.

She had gone out purely to help solve a case, hoping the bad guys would be caught.

And that was that.

Ling Hanyu pulled away from her and went to take a shower.

“Come take a shower with me.”

Ling Hanyu went to shower, and Song Qingtian followed suit.

Standing under the shower, Song Qingtian’s breathing grew rapid.

Ling Hanyu cupped her chin and asked, “Did you mistake someone else for Qin Xiaotian?”

Song Qingtian’s heart was practically burning with anxiety.

Why was Ling Hanyu so clever?

She wanted to kick him right off!

Song Qingtian didn’t answer—she flatly refused the question.

Since she wouldn’t respond, Ling Hanyu already understood.

“First love?”

Ling Hanyu wore a blank expression, his eyes radiating icy coldness.

Song Qingtian was astonished: Who hasn’t moved on yet, and now talking about falling in love is a capital offense?

But feeling uneasy, Song Qingtian still didn’t answer.

Ling Hanyu shook her chin hard: “Still not saying anything?”

Song Qingtian was in so much pain she wanted to curse—Ling Hanyu, you son of a bitch, always picking on her!

Grabbing Ling Hanyu’s hand, Song Qingtian tried to pull away.

“It hurts!”

“If it hurts, just say so!”

At this point, Ling Hanyu was ready to kill—let alone the look in his eyes.

Impatient, Song Qingtian pursed her lips and twisted her face away.

She turned her back to Ling Hanyu and continued washing herself.

As long as she refused to speak up or admit anything, Ling Hanyu would never get to the bottom of it.

Song Qingtian simply wouldn’t talk, and Ling Hanyu, furious, decided to press her again.

Song Qingtian wasn’t one to be bullied easily—she wasn’t about to fight or bite her way through it; getting tangled up in bed was far scarier than fighting!

End of Chapter 220: Falling in Love Is a Capital Offense