One and Only: Doting CEO's Infinite Love

Chapter 495 - 493: Secrets Forgotten by Time (XIII)

Song Song jolted awake; she almost forgot he was the equivalent of several economics experts. "So, Expert Xiao... can you help me analyze this? Is someone behind the scenes messing things up like with the Xiao Family?""Not quite." Xiao Jinghuai answered confidently. "What you can’t win outright is called ’messing things up.’ Qiao Family is obviously being crushed by their opponent, so the takeover is above board."

Song Song sighed helplessly. Was this some kind of low-key boasting?

Oh, he doesn’t need to boast. He’s already very impressive.

"Do you know who it is?" Song Song looked up, stars in her eyes, full of curiosity. But then she thought he wasn’t a Divine Calculator. How could he possibly answer this? "Never mind, you probably don’t know either."

Actually, Xiao Jinghuai did have a pretty good guess as to who could pull this off—only a massive force could put the Qiao Family in such a position in such a short time. All he could think of was...

Song Song muttered, "See, I knew you didn’t know either."

Xiao Jinghuai smiled faintly and playfully ruffled her soft hair. "It’s almost mealtime. What do you feel like eating? French cuisine, maybe?"

"Hehe—" Song Song suddenly laughed mischievously, "I don’t want French cuisine. That’s for rich folks like you. I can’t really appreciate it."

To be honest, she felt she couldn’t get used to the taste. Plus, the fancy plating seemed quite different from her personality...

Xiao Jinghuai frowned. "Then what do you want to eat?"

Song Song grinned and slowly climbed onto the man, her pink arms wrapping around his neck. "Actually, what I really want to eat..."

"Eat me." Xiao Jinghuai eagerly continued her sentence and started undressing automatically. "Alright, unlike you, I’m very generous."

Seeing him truly getting into it, Song Song quickly grabbed his shirt, "No, no, no, don’t misunderstand. I meant spicy noodles and stinky tofu."

Xiao Jinghuai: "..."

Junk food again.

"Could you help me buy some?" Song Song thought her current situation was quite pathetic, needing pretty privileges even to satisfy a craving, "Please?"

Xiao Jinghuai enjoyed her initiative, knowing she was really craving it. If she didn’t have it, she might become restless. So he didn’t plan to agree immediately; he would delay for at least an hour.

"Do you want me to find out how spicy noodles and stinky tofu are made?"

"I know that!"

"If you know and still eat it, are you a pig—won’t refuse any food that comes your way?"

"No! Even though it’s super unsanitary, it’s delicious!"

"I’m delicious too, but you don’t seem as addicted."

"..." How could he turn such a serious topic in that direction?

It was definitely his unique skill—

Song Song twiddled her fingers, her gaze evading, stammering, "...Just pretend I’m cold-hearted!"

Xiao Jinghuai raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah!"

Otherwise, why wouldn’t she want to throw herself at him, a guy of his caliber, immediately?

The next moment, the girl was pressed down onto the sofa, her limbs firmly pinned by the man—

Xiao Jinghuai, his voice hoarse, said: "If that’s true, we definitely should do it more; it could have healing effects."

He hadn’t planned on taking her so soon, especially since the fever had only just subsided. But this little girl was too careless, daring to claim she was cold-hearted right in front of him.

"Xiao Jinghuai, are you really serious?"