Chen Fan felt a wave of awkwardness and waved his hand, explaining, "No."
Song Wenting chuckled playfully, "Then your meaning is, you enjoy the feeling of others mistaking us for a couple?"
"Ahem." Chen Fan coughed a couple of times. "Boss Song, you know I didn't mean that. Besides, I have a girlfriend."
Song Wenting chuckled softly, seemingly intending to tease Chen Fan. She got up, walked around the chair, and came behind Chen Fan, leaning on his shoulder. She whispered, "So, tell me, who do you think is prettier, me or that Qin Shuran?"
"Furthermore, do you want to be with me, or with her?"
Song Wenting's cold tone deliberately softened, a feeling that almost any man would find hard to resist.
Chen Fan rubbed his nose. "Boss Song, you're playing with fire. You know, your subordinates are no match for me."
"Oh? So you mean you want to use force on me, or are you indirectly telling me the answer – you like me a little more?" Song Wenting continued to tease Chen Fan.
Chen Fan reached out and grabbed one of Song Wenting's hands.
With a strong pull, Song Wenting's body lurched forward, landing directly in Chen Fan's lap.
Song Wenting's previously alluring expression instantly changed to one of panic, and a hint of anger flashed across her face.
Before Song Wenting could speak, Chen Fan spoke first, "Boss Song, although I have a girlfriend, first, I need to tell you, I'm a man, and a normal man. Aren't you afraid I'll do something here?"
"You wouldn't dare!" Song Wenting glared at Chen Fan with a cold face.
Chen Fan was right. He was a normal man. Although he could maintain his defenses, facing the woman who had just provoked him, Chen Fan decided to teach her a lesson.
Especially since they had reached an agreement, and their relationship was no longer as reserved as when they first met.
Chen Fan reached out and pressed Song Wenting onto the dining table in front of them.
"Chen Fan, you, what are you doing?!" Song Wenting was completely flustered now.
"Slap!"
At that moment, Chen Fan raised his hand and slapped Song Wenting directly!
Instantly, Song Wenting's body stiffened as if she had received an electric shock, freezing in place.
That soft, yielding sensation also sent a jolt through Chen Fan's heart.
Seeming to realize that his actions might have gone a bit too far, Chen Fan quickly let go of Song Wenting, stood up from the chair, and took a few steps back.
Song Wenting remained slumped over the table, unable to recover for a long time. However, given Song Wenting's figure and her current posture, anyone who saw it would likely have a nosebleed!
Chen Fan also lowered his head, trying his best not to look at Song Wenting.
"Uh, Boss Song, I'll be going now. Contact me in advance, and I'll be there on time." With that, Chen Fan fled the private room as if escaping.
Stepping out of the private room and taking a breath of the cold air outside, Chen Fan's emotions finally calmed down.
"What's wrong with me? Why did I suddenly do something like that?" Chen Fan frowned, looking at the hand he had used to slap Song Wenting.
He couldn't understand why he had suddenly become so impulsive and slapped Song Wenting in that particular spot.
However, it was done now, and there was no use dwelling on it.
"Consider it a lesson for her. After all, she kissed me last time, so it's even," Chen Fan consoled himself, then headed towards the parking lot.
If Song Wenting could hear Chen Fan's words, she would likely be furious enough to spit fire!
At this moment, Song Wenting, still in the private room, had also recovered. Her face was flushed, and she yelled with shame and anger, "Chen Fan! I'm going to kill you!"
"Bang!"
The two bodyguards standing outside the door heard the commotion and rushed in.
"Boss, are you alright?" the two bodyguards asked anxiously.
Song Wenting's face turned cold. "Who told you to come in? Get out!"
The two bodyguards looked confused. "Boss, I heard you shouting for Chen Fan. He just left. Should I chase after him? Otherwise, he'll get away."
Song Wenting's expression grew colder. "Don't you understand what I'm saying? I told you to get out!"
Seeing Song Wenting's angry gaze, the two bodyguards dared not say another word and quickly retreated from the private room.
Outside the private room, one bodyguard asked with confusion, "Did I hear wrong just now? Didn't our boss say she wanted to kill Chen Fan? Why didn't she let me chase him when I said I would?"
The other bodyguard slapped him on the head. "Are you out of your mind!"
"Don't you know our boss and Chen Fan have that kind of relationship? They're just flirting. Why did you have to butt in? It's good she didn't slap you! You wanted to chase after the boss's man, what, you wanted to beat him up?"
The bodyguard heard this and immediately broke out in a cold sweat, looking very flustered. "This, I really didn't think of that just now. Brother Yang, what should we do now? The boss won't blame me, will she?"
The bodyguard waved his hand. "Now you're scared? Don't worry, our boss isn't that petty. But I can guarantee that if you had said anything more just now, your fate wouldn't have been good."
The bodyguard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling fortunate that he had retreated in time. Otherwise, he would have been in trouble.
Song Wenting, inside the private room, naturally did not hear their conversation.
Even now, Song Wenting's face was still flushed with shame. She clenched her fists fiercely. "Chen Fan, next time we meet, I'll definitely chop off your hand!"
"Achoo!"
Chen Fan, who was already driving back to the city, sneezed in his car.
Of course, he didn't associate this sneeze with Song Wenting.
About ten minutes later, Chen Fan arrived at the psychiatric hospital on the outskirts of the city. He checked the time; Qin Shuran would be finishing work soon.
"Director Chen." Just then, someone knocked on Chen Fan's car window.
Opening the window, Chen Fan asked in surprise, "Vice Director Lian? It's so late, and you're still not off work? When did you become so dedicated to your job?"
If it were in the past, Lian Wenxin would have argued with Chen Fan. But now, Lian Wenxin could only smile awkwardly and say fawningly, "Director Chen is joking. The reason I haven't left is that I have important intelligence to report to Director Chen."
After speaking, Lian Wenxin looked around, giving off a spy-thriller vibe.
"Get in."
Seeing Lian Wenxin get into the passenger seat, Chen Fan said with some surprise, "Why didn't you just call me if you had something to say?"
Lian Wenxin explained, "Director Chen, you don't understand. Mobile phones are no longer safe these days. Whoever you call, many people can find out. And this matter is very important, so I had to tell you in person."