"Ah? Oh, I see."
"My subordinates just sent over a report, and I wanted to take a look."
After tucking Song Qiao into the covers, Madam Shen quickly climbed into bed herself.
She casually answered someone at the door, then waved them away.
"I'm fine here, about to go to sleep. You don't need to come in."
As she spoke, Madam Shen hurriedly grabbed her phone from the bedside table.
She also picked up a pair of wide-framed glasses and placed them on her nose.
Leaning against the headboard, she raised her legs, propping up the blanket and leaving ample space for Song Qiao.
Sniffing the pleasant scent in the bedding, Song Qiao was a bit bewildered.
What was this sweet smell?
And what was this soft thing he was touching?
Could the white things draped over his shoulders be her thighs?
Then the position he was lying in seemed to be...
Obviously his lower abdomen!
Song Qiao curled his lower body to ensure his legs wouldn't be exposed.
He remained in a very intimate position with Madam Shen under the covers.
"Don't move around!"
Feeling Song Qiao's head rubbing against her smooth abdomen,
Madam Shen whispered in annoyance, her face flushed.
At that moment, the female voice outside the door responded again.
"Sister, I should come in and check."
"It's so late, I hope nothing has happened."
As the voice faded, and before Madam Shen could reply, the sound of a lock turning came from the door.
Then, with a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside.
A young woman entered the bedroom.
She first cautiously scanned the room, then finally looked at Madam Shen lying on the bed.
"Sister, is everything alright here?"
Madam Shen removed her glasses and placed them on the bedside table.
She looked up at the woman, her expression calm with a hint of anger.
"Absurd! What could possibly be happening here?"
"I gave you the key, not permission to barge into my bedroom in the middle of the night!"
"I warn you, your Zhang family shouldn't push things too far!"
Seeing Madam Shen about to get angry, the woman remained unfazed, neither surprised nor annoyed.
Instead, she smiled apologetically and said, "Sister, please don't be angry."
"I heard noises from the room, and I was worried, so I wanted to check."
"Huh? What's this?"
Uh oh!
As the woman looked down, Madam Shen's heart sank.
Song Qiao, who was lying honestly on her lower abdomen, could even feel her whole body tremble violently.
Her body temperature visibly rose, making his handsome face feel hot.
This made Song Qiao feel restless, almost spitting out a nosebleed.
The woman did not notice Song Qiao's presence.
She looked down at the bathrobe on the floor, then glanced at Madam Shen with a hint of suspicion.
"Sister, why is your bathrobe on the floor?"
Madam Shen calmly pulled the blanket up a bit to cover the swell of her chest.
Her smooth arms crossed in front of her, she asked indignantly,
"I like to sleep naked, do you need to manage that too?"
Sleeping naked? Let me see...
Song Qiao lowered his head and realized Madam Shen wasn't lying!
No wonder his chin felt so prickly.
The woman nodded thoughtfully, not suspecting anything of the sort.
She simply bent down and picked up the bathrobe.
As she bent over, she inadvertently glanced under the bed. After standing up, she walked towards the windowsill.
While pulling the curtains, she carefully searched for something near the window.
She said naturally during the process,
"Sister, the weather is starting to get cold, and it's foggy at night. Clothes left on the floor can get damp."
"I'll put them away in the closet for you."
After failing to find anything, she turned back to Madam Shen.
She folded the bathrobe with her hands and walked towards the closet.
"No need to bother, I'll have to wash it anyway."
Madam Shen replied casually, not stopping her.
The woman clearly feared someone might be hiding in the closet, and wouldn't be reassured without checking.
Hearing the closet door open, Song Qiao, nestled in the warmth, couldn't help but admire Madam Shen's experience!
Fortunately, he had hidden in the covers, or he would have been discovered by now!
At the same time, he was also very curious about the identity of that young woman.
Although she kept calling Madam Shen "Sister" so affectionately, anyone could tell it wasn't that simple.
From what Madam Shen had said earlier, she seemed to be from the Zhang family?
As Song Qiao pondered these things, the woman from the Zhang family had already checked the closet.
She casually placed the bathrobe inside.
"Sister, since you're alright, I won't bother you any longer."
"Don't always be busy with work; remember to rest too."
The woman turned back to Madam Shen and said seemingly with concern.
Madam Shen pouted in displeasure and dismissed her casually.
"I know, hurry back."
With a soft click, the door closed again.
Song Qiao, lying on Madam Shen's abdomen, was somewhat lost in the moment.
Confirming the woman had truly left, he dared to speak from under the covers.
"Who was that person just now? Was she monitoring you?"
Song Qiao had initially thought he was here for revenge.
But he was directly pushed into the covers with a head pat, what sort of situation was this?
However, feeling the warmth enveloping him all around, it didn't seem so bad?
Even though the woman had left, he still lingered inside, not wanting to come out.
Madam Shen also let out a sigh of relief, raising her hand to her chest and nodding heavily.
"Her name is Zhang Jiashu, and she is indeed sent by the Zhang family to monitor me."
"But she didn't discover anything, phew!"
As Madam Shen spoke, a soft hum suddenly came from her nose.
Her whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Feeling the intrusive hand wandering wantonly on her thigh,
Madam Shen blushed and stared intently at Song Qiao, who was buried in the covers.
She said sternly, "Have you had enough touching?"