Chapter 307: Setting the Rules

Seeing Ling Hanyu and Ling Nuonuo, she was overjoyed: “Daddy…”

In front of his daughter, Ling Hanyu suppressed his anger.

He walked over to her and pulled her into his arms.

Ling Nuonuo nestled in Ling Hanyu’s embrace like a glutinous rice ball, her little hands wrapping around him.

Ling Hanyu glared at Song Qingtian, gritting his teeth as if he wanted to sink his fangs right into her.

“Go back and clean yourself up!”

At that moment, Yang Yifan was also standing by the door. Seeing the scene before him, he didn’t dare to step inside.

After all, it was because of him that General Ling and the Young Madam were sulking at each other.

In such a situation, it was best for him not to go in.

Ling Hanyu picked up his daughter and patted her gently: “Secretary Yang…”

“Yes!”

“The Madam and I will head back first. You stay here—consider it on my account—and make sure you keep Mr. Shen company.” With his daughter in his arms, Ling Hanyu strode out the door, his face as dark as coal.

When he reached the doorway, Song Qingtian still hadn’t moved. Ling Hanyu turned around and stared coldly at her: “Want me to come over and give you a hug?”

Only then did Song Qingtian finally leave the private room, waving to Shen Conghao as she walked out: “Goodbye, Mr. Shen.”

“Next time, treat me to a meal—I’ll be waiting for you to get divorced!”

Inside the private room, absolute silence reigned.

Song Qingtian deliberately glanced back at Shen Conghao: “Alright!”

Ling Hanyu’s face grew increasingly grim. He turned to Shen Conghao and said, “If you’re not afraid of dying, then don’t ever leave City A!”

With that, Ling Hanyu turned and left.

Song Qingtian followed right behind.

Ling Nuonuo lay sprawled in Ling Hanyu’s arms, utterly delighted. Her eyes couldn’t take it all in—everything seemed so new and exciting.

Ling Hanyu was furious. He raised his hand to shield his daughter’s eyes, then headed off to change while warning Song Qingtian: “We’ll settle this when we get home.”

Song Qingtian, unfazed, stood there in her clothes and said to Ling Hanyu: “Mr. Ling, remember this: wherever you can go, I can go; whatever you can do, I can do. Whatever way you spend your money, I’ll spend mine the same way. And if I can’t spend it, I’ll just earn it back myself.”

By now, Ling Hanyu had already dressed his daughter, who was standing on the floor watching them.

Ling Hanyu looked at Song Qingtian: “Earn it?”

“Exactly—earn it. In the very sense Mr. Ling has in mind.”

With that, Song Qingtian tossed her hair and shot Ling Hanyu a seductive glance.

Ling Hanyu bit his teeth in fury: “Just you wait and see!”

Song Qingtian almost burst out laughing.

Ling Nuonuo hurriedly tugged at Ling Hanyu’s bathrobe: “Daddy… ‘old man’… what’s a ‘old man’?”

Ling Hanyu froze. Song Qingtian bent down and picked up the child: “‘Old man’ is someone very famous—a thinker, a philosopher, really impressive!”

“Wow, Daddy knows so much!”

Ling Hanyu’s face turned green with embarrassment.

Song Qingtian glanced at Ling Hanyu: “We’ll wait outside.”

With that, she stepped out the door.

Ling Hanyu quickly changed his clothes and emerged from the dressing room.

Then he followed Song Qingtian out the door.

Uncle Lin saw Ling Hanyu return and waved to him. Ling Hanyu handed the car keys to Yang Yifan, and they both headed back together.

On the way home, Ling Hanyu received a call from Yang Yifan: Shen Conghao had already left.

“Take a good rest,” Yang Yifan said.

Ling Hanyu cast a glance at Song Qingtian—there would be no more chances for him in the future.

Not even a massage would help.

Yang Yifan agreed verbally, but he slipped away early and went straight home.

Song Qingtian returned home and handed her daughter over to Aunt Chen, then headed upstairs.

Ling Hanyu was determined to settle the score with her, so he hurried after her.

But as soon as they entered the house…

Song Qingtian had already taken off her outerwear and was lying flat on the bed.

“Massage me—my whole body aches!”

Song Qingtian was clearly doing this on purpose, lying there waiting for Ling Hanyu to attend to her.

Ling Hanyu wanted to have a proper talk, but after standing at the doorway for a while, he inexplicably walked over and sat down.

He began massaging Song Qingtian.

Song Qingtian, thoroughly relaxed, laid down the rules: “From today on, Mr. Ling must be back from work by six o’clock at the latest. If there are any social engagements, you must apply in advance; I may refuse, but you cannot refuse.”

Ling Hanyu let out a sigh—his human rights were gone!

Song Qingtian then went on to say a lot more.

Ling Hanyu remembered most of it; the rest didn’t really matter anyway.

He loosened the tie at his collar and unbuttoned his shirt.

With the rules set, it was time for Ling Hanyu to give her a lesson.

Song Qingtian rolled over and wrapped her arms around Ling Hanyu: “What are you doing?”

“Of course I’m giving you a lesson!”

Ling Hanyu planted a kiss on her lips. Song Qingtian’s eyes widened—what kind of lesson was this?

“Mmm…”

She wanted to push back, worried about their daughter coming home.

But how could Ling Hanyu possibly stop now?

After a day’s rest, Ling Hanyu took his daughter and Song Qingtian to the office.

As soon as they got out of the car at the office entrance, Song Qingtian hadn’t even taken a few steps when she spotted Shen Conghao’s car.

Looking closer, she saw Shen Conghao leaning against the car, waiting for her.

Song Qingtian stopped in her tracks. Ling Hanyu snorted: “Do you want to handle this yourself, or should I?”

Raising his gaze, Ling Hanyu wore an arrogant expression: “I’ve already made you follow the rules—do you still want to run wild outside?”

Song Qingtian looked at Ling Hanyu and his daughter.

Ling Hanyu pinched her chin, leaned down, and kissed her once. Then he turned around and walked away without looking back.

End of Chapter 307: Setting the Rules