As she grabbed her bag, she hurriedly advised, "Go back and rest early, there's no need to wait for me."
Pei Heyan pursed his lips and touched the skin she had kissed.
The experience had ended before he had carefully savored it.
He squeezed out two words with a light touch, "Not enough."
Wen Tang looked back at him and called out across the distance, her red lips enticing, "Wait for me to come home."
A smile lifted in her eyes, providing Pei Heyan with a bit of consolation.
His heart felt much more at ease, and he restarted the car and drove away.
The sound faded smaller and smaller into Wen Tang's ears.
Sitting in the Panamera and looking up again, the Cullinan had already disappeared from view.
She fiddled with her phone for a while, tapping and typing, then threw it to the passenger seat and buckled her seat belt as she drove toward the Lu Mansion.
Her mood was complex and heavy.
Roughly ten minutes later.
The car stopped across from Lu Mansion.
