Chapter 630

Dinner was more elaborate, with four dishes and one soup.

To his surprise, there was even a pig’s blood cake.

He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece and put it in his mouth—the flavor was just right, evoking childhood memories; he grabbed another piece and tossed it in, asking, “Where did this come from?”

Huang Zhaoyi served him a bowl of rice and placed it before him, “Bought from a farmer’s household in Shaoshan.”

Li Heng asked, “You went all the way to Shaoshan for this?”

Huang Zhaoyi remained silent, acknowledging it.

Li Heng looked at her for a long while before speaking: “You’ve thought of everything. Any wine? With food this good, I need a drink.”

Flattered, Huang Zhaoyi rose with delight, brought over a bottle of red wine, and poured it for him herself.

After that, they drank glass after glass, discussing the progress of “Wei Haomei” Company.

During the meal, Li Heng remembered Yang Ying’s request, pulled out 1500 yuan from his pocket, and placed it on the table: “Send someone to quietly deliver this money to Yang Ying’s mother.”

Huang Zhaoyi understood at once, tucked the money away, “I’ll have my assistant handle it.”

Li Heng nodded and added, “My grandmother is staying with my aunt in Lengjiang. Her birthday is in three days—take a gift over for me.”

Seeing his unwavering trust in her, Huang Zhaoyi wished she could do even more for him: “Alright.”

After finishing their small talk, they resumed eating until half an hour later, when they finally put down their bowls and chopsticks.

Huang Zhaoyi brought a basin of warm water, wiped his hands and lips with a towel and tissues, then asked, “Any plans for tonight?”

Li Heng turned his gaze to the window, “It’s dark now—nowhere to go. Walk with me outside for a bit. I ate too much; need to digest.”

Huang Zhaoyi said, “If you want to work out, I have a gym on the first floor.”

His eyes swept over her, then Li Heng walked toward the door first: “No need. I’ll save my energy for tonight.”

Watching his back, Huang Zhaoyi blushed—this was the first time he’d joked with her, yet her heart felt unusually light.

What did it mean?

It meant this man had truly accepted her.

It meant she held some place in his heart—even after her mother crossed his line, she still had room for error, hadn’t been cast out entirely.

Thinking of this, Huang Zhaoyi took down the long trench coat hanging on the hallway rack, slipped it on, and followed him out the door with quiet joy.

Since they didn’t know where to go,

And feared running into people who knew them,

They simply drove along the Xiangjiang River, neither speaking, the car filled with an unusual silence.

When they left the bustling district and reached an empty wasteland, Huang Zhaoyi braked, checked her watch, and asked, “Almost nine. Should we head back?”

Li Heng ignored her question, staring at the rearview mirror: “That car trailing far behind—is it your bodyguard?”

Huang Zhaoyi glanced back and said yes.

Li Heng said, “Tell that car to fall farther behind.”

Confused but obedient, Huang Zhaoyi turned on the headlights and flashed them three times.

Instantly, the car behind pulled away and stopped in a hidden spot, turning off its engine.

After completing this, she looked at him.

Li Heng pointed to the back seat: “Let’s go to the back.”

Huang Zhaoyi glanced at the back seat—her heart leapt wildly, nearly jumping from her throat.

Yet she said nothing, stepped out, opened the rear door, sat inside, then closed the door, waiting in confusion for his next move.

But after a long wait, he still made no move—she turned her head to look.

Li Heng patted his thigh: “Come here.”

Those two simple words—“Come here”—shattered Huang Zhaoyi’s thirty years of composure, yet she didn’t refuse. She tied her hair back with a rubber band, baring her pale swan-like neck, then half rose and straddled his thighs.

As their skin met again, the two who had just made love at home moved with effortless familiarity, soon making the car sway like a dance.

About an hour passed; Huang Zhaoyi shuddered violently, collapsing limp into his arms, her eyes hazy: “My legs won’t recover for at least half a month.”

Li Heng chuckled, stroking her back, asking softly, “Do you know why I chose the car?”

Huang Zhaoyi fell silent for a moment, then wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing warm air against his ear: “I know.”

Li Heng looked down at her: “Our first time was an accident, but now you’re my woman. Some things…”

He trailed off mid-sentence.

But Huang Zhaoyi understood.

Their first time had been in this car; tonight, they’d replayed that absurd moment. She understood: this man wanted to close the chapter, put an end to it.

She also understood: he wanted her to forget the drugging incident, to stand before him with dignity.

Without warning, tears welled in Huang Zhaoyi’s eyes, her voice thick.

Li Heng reached out, gently rubbed around her eyes, sighed softly, and patted her shoulder—then said nothing at all.

Huang Zhaoyi cherished his intimate touch, feeling a quiet, unspoken bond between them.

More than ten minutes later, Huang Zhaoyi stirred, leaned close to his ear, and whispered: “Let me serve you once more.”

Li Heng was startled: “Didn’t you say your legs need half a month to recover? You can still go?”

Huang Zhaoyi’s gaze flickered; she whispered, “I want to repay you.”

Li Heng was surprised: “Repay me for what?”

Huang Zhaoyi twisted in his arms, nuzzled his earlobe, and murmured: “For your kindness in recognizing me.”

Kindness in recognizing me?

Li Heng blinked, then spent a long while quietly enjoying her repayment of that kindness.

Mmm, not bad—gentle streams flowed, her exquisite Peking Opera voice rang freely through the night air—he experienced the ultimate pleasure of a man.

That night, neither knew when they returned home; they didn’t sleep, instead tussling in the bedroom until dawn, finally resting.

Halfway through sleep, Huang Zhaoyi suddenly opened her eyes, listened to his steady breathing, then, uneasy, quietly rose, unlocked the bedside drawer, took out the morning-after pill, and took another dose as prescribed.

After swallowing the pill, she locked the drawer, stood and studied him for a moment. Seeing no sign of disturbance, she returned to bed, snuggling against him and falling into deep sleep.

At noon, Li Heng woke up, opened his eyes to see Huang Zhaoyi applying makeup at the mirror—he asked, “When did you get up?”

Huang Zhaoyi turned to face him: “Just got up. Are you hungry?”

Li Heng’s stomach growled loudly—he didn’t pretend: “A little.”

“I’ll cook. You rest a bit longer,” she said.