Chapter 304 My Love for You is Heaven-Sent

The wine smelled fragrant, making one linger for another cup. Song Ni wasn't sure if she was drunk, but she knew she was enveloped by the aroma of the wine and Tan Zheng's presence. This small space had become her entire world. Her tolerance for alcohol had never improved over the years. She felt a little dizzy, smiling sweetly and endearingly. Suddenly, she remembered that every step forward in her relationship with Tan Zheng seemed to be linked to alcohol. She asked, "When did you recognize me that night?" She was referring to the night she went to the bar to find Tan Zheng after knowing about the arranged meeting. Tan Zheng looked down at Song Ni's flushed cheeks, her peach blossom eyes, now moist and sparkling with affection. "I recognized you the moment I saw you." He hadn't recognized the girl in the photo as the hope he'd met in the alley years ago, but when he saw her in person, everything came back to him. So lively, so vibrant. Song Ni was indeed a bit muddled and didn't notice the depth in Tan Zheng's eyes when he said that. She sensed something was off but couldn't pinpoint it. Unable to sit steady, she moved to sit in Tan Zheng's lap, leaning against him. The wine was too fragrant; even in her daze, she couldn't resist continuing to drink. Tan Zheng stayed with her. Finally, they lay on the carpet, looking up at the stars outside the window. It was like a paradise, untouched by the outside world. In such circumstances, anyone would seem to become completely gentle. Or perhaps, everyone has a gentlest side. And Tan Zheng's gentlest side was something only Song Ni could see. Gentle people are passionate. Taking advantage of Song Ni's hazy drunkenness, Tan Zheng asked, "Baby." "Mm." "How did you fall in love with me?" See, that's the magic of love. He, who once thought women were troublesome creatures, who never wanted to be involved in romance, now found all his past words had vanished after meeting Song Ni. As arrogant and powerful as Tan Zheng was, he would still ask such a cliché question when his lover was not fully lucid. Song Ni blinked, the starlight fading, and she could see more clearly. She moved her head, looking at Tan Zheng. Her gaze fell directly into his deep eyes. How she fell in love with Tan Zheng might be somewhat cliché; initially, it was purely a hormonal attraction. That day in the bar, when she saw his hand resting on the windowsill, she thought the owner of that hand must be very sexy. Song Ni raised her hand and stroked Tan Zheng's brow bone. She thought she had noticed something different when Tan Zheng had his hair cut short and his eyebrows trimmed, standing coolly at the school gate waiting for her. Such a rebellious person, just leaning against the car, waiting for you. When Tan Zheng looked over, she clearly felt a fresh, novel, and different heartbeat. The first flutter of her heart came when she first sat in his race car, experiencing the speed, his passion, his unrestrained youth. Experiencing that kiss. Their first kiss. A man like Tan Zheng, even a kiss could be so unforgettable. What came later? Probably when the man clumsily blew dry her hair for the first time. So many things. She would forever cherish the way Tan Zheng learned to take care of her. Song Ni was lost in thought, unable to answer Tan Zheng's question immediately. The man, growing impatient, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers, gently rubbing. Song Ni grabbed his hand, then moved to touch his prominent Adam's apple, and finally, her hand went lower, slipping under his shirt to caress the tattoo on his waist and abdomen. The desire stirred that night she first saw the tattoo. Song Ni smiled. "Do you believe in fate?" Tan Zheng was taken aback. Fate. He hadn't considered it before. But... "I do." In the past five years, he hadn't expected to meet Song Ni again. In his eyes back then, she was just a little girl, such a lively little girl. It was enough that she had given him strength, and he would only think of her when he felt he couldn't go on late at night. He had never once thought of looking for her. But fate is such a wondrous thing; heaven brought her back into his world and even connected them. Song Ni gazed dreamily at the man's face. "I believe in it too." Tan Zheng's brows relaxed. Before he could speak, Song Ni proactively lifted her head and nuzzled him with her nose. "My loving you is also destined by heaven." It was hard to articulate. There were too many factors. Tan Zheng had too many qualities that made her love him. This answer surprised Tan Zheng, but it also deeply moved his heart. Destined by heaven. Unavoidable. Tan Zheng lowered his head and kissed Song Ni, reverently and cautiously. The scent of wine spread between their lips. Song Ni was drunk, and Tan Zheng was drunk too. One from the wine, the other from love. ... The after-effects of the wine weren't as strong as expected. As dawn broke, Song Ni slowly opened her eyes in Tan Zheng's arms. She remembered everything that had happened in the loft last night. She remembered the question Tan Zheng had asked and her answer. She felt a little shy. She turned to face Tan Zheng, and seeing that the man had also woken up, Song Ni quickly shrunk back. Tan Zheng's eyes cleared quickly, and he noticed her movement, raising an eyebrow. "What's wrong?" Song Ni buried her face in his chest, whimpering, a mix of shyness and coyness. Tan Zheng's heart softened, his eyes full of laughter. He propped himself up and easily scooped Song Ni onto his lap. "So early in the morning, what did I do again to make you unwilling to look at me?" Song Ni covered her face with her hands, shaking her head. Tan Zheng thought of last night. He thought of Song Ni's answer from last night. It was self-evident. "Mm, you're shy after sobering up?" Song Ni pulled out one hand and punched the man's chest lightly. "You're not allowed to say it." Tan Zheng laughed, his chest trembling. He reached out and clasped Song Ni's small fist. "Okay, won't say it, won't say it." Last night, Song Ni was drunk. After Tan Zheng helped her bathe, he was too lazy to find her pajamas and dressed her in his own clothes. A white shirt, the morning's soft sunlight, and her exposed thighs due to the movement. Tan Zheng's gaze suddenly darkened. Song Ni hadn't noticed yet; the collar was a bit wide, revealing half her shoulder. Last night was so romantic, and they had only embraced and kissed. Now, Song Ni's shyness, coupled with this rather potent morning hour, had stirred Tan Zheng's desires. Song Ni hadn't noticed the man's shift in demeanor for a long time. She moved her hand away and met Tan Zheng's deep, possessive gaze. "..." Wait, wait, this is just the first morning of their trip, wouldn't this be too much? But Tan Zheng had already kissed her fiercely. As Song Ni's eyes widened, she finally noticed the difference in her clothes. "..." Spending the first morning of the trip in bed, was that really okay? Song Ni didn't know. She wasn't sure if this counted as a waste of precious time. But... she couldn't stop Tan Zheng anymore. 70