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Chapter 5 - Song Qian Pressed Close Against His Back! A Chance Meeting with Tong Wenjie?!

Chapter 5: Song Qian Pressed Close Against His Back! A Chance Meeting with Tong Wenjie?!

Song Qian glanced around to make sure no one was nearby before speaking in a hushed voice.

“Didn’t we agree to treat that incident as a dream and never bring it up again?”

“Then don’t stop me from riding the motorbike,” Su Bai countered.

Song Qian hesitated. After all, Su Bai was already 18, and she had realised last night that he was no longer just a child.

“Fine, but only on weekends. No riding on school days,” she relented.

It seemed she had no choice but to negotiate.

“Deal,” Su Bai agreed readily, deciding not to press the matter further.

He led Song Qian to the parking area and handed her a helmet. “Aunt Song Qian, put this on. I’ll take you home.”

Song Qian looked at the motorbike and then at Su Bai’s broad back. She knew that once she got on, she would have to hold on tightly to him—and press closely against him.

Although she had been the one to act boldly the night before. She had been under the influence of alcohol.

Now, in the light of day, she regretted it.

After all, Su Bai was the same age as her daughter. If word got out, how would she face anyone?

“Aunt Song Qian, stop dawdling. If I don’t leave now, I’ll be late for school. Surely, you don’t want me to be late on my first day, do you?” Su Bai’s words broke her indecision.

“Let’s just focus on making sure Xiao Bai gets the motorbike back safely. Who cares what others think?” Song Qian reassured herself as she climbed onto the back seat.

Once she had settled in, Su Bai reached back, took her hands, and placed them firmly around his waist. Song Qian pressed tightly against Su Bai’s back, close enough to catch the fresh, clean scent of him.

Vroom! Su Bai started the motorbike, giving a small jerk forward. Song Qian instinctively held on tighter as the slight movement brought them even closer.

“Stop messing around and get going!” Song Qian urged.

“Alright,” Su Bai replied, and this time, without hesitation, the motorbike shot forward like a streak of red lightning.

The wind roared past them, and even with her helmet on, Song Qian could feel the exhilarating rush.

In her younger years, she had always prioritised safety and had never dared to ride a motorbike.

Now that she was older, the idea seemed even less likely. To her, motorbikes were simply too dangerous.

Yet, here she was, speeding through the streets on the back of Su Bai’s sleek bike. It was a thrilling, liberating sensation like nothing she had ever experienced before.

Riding behind Su Bai on his striking motorbike, Song Qian found herself enjoying the moment far more than she had expected.

“If I were younger, I’d probably love this even more,” she thought fleetingly before tightening her hold around Su Bai’s waist.

Before long, they arrived at the residential complex where Song Qian lived.

As soon as they stopped, Song Qian snapped back to reality. Realising that she had been holding onto Su Bai tightly, she quickly let go, conscious of any familiar gazes that might spot them.

She dismounted, removed her helmet, and handed it to Su Bai.

“Give me the key,” Song Qian demanded, holding out her hand.

Su Bai hesitated. He knew that if he handed over the key, it wouldn’t be easy to get it back.

“Aunt Song Qian, why don’t you keep the helmet instead? Without it, I can’t ride anyway,” Su Bai suggested, trying to compromise.

“No, I need the key too—just in case…” Song Qian started, but Su Bai seized the opportunity to cut her off.

“Auntie, I really need to get to school. I’ll be late if I don’t go now!” With that, he sped off before she could say another word.

Standing there, Song Qian could only watch his retreating figure with a mix of helplessness and exasperation.

Su Bai wasn’t her child, and the awkwardness stemming from the previous night left her unsure of how to handle him.

She couldn’t bring herself to be as strict with him as she would with her daughter.

Deciding to let the matter go, Song Qian resolved to keep her promise about weekend rides. However, as she glanced at the expensive motorbike, she got worried.

Determined to ensure its safety, she decided to speak with the property manager about purchasing a storage space specifically for Su Bai’s bike.

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At the school entrance, Su Bai had just arrived when he noticed a tall woman in a black dress stepping out.

The woman also spotted him and walked over.

It was Tong Wenjie, whom he had briefly seen at Li Meng’s office earlier.

[Tong Wenjie (童文洁): Tóng Wénjié – “文洁” can mean scholarly and pure, reflecting an intellectual personality.]

At that time, he hadn’t had the chance to formally meet her, as Song Qian had quickly whisked him away.

“Hey, Su Bai! I’m Fang Yifan’s mum and your Aunt Song Qian’s close friend. You can call me Aunt Wenjie,” she introduced herself warmly.

Despite her tall stature and high heels, she still had to look up at Su Bai, who stood at an impressive 1.85 metres.

Not entirely sure why she had approached him, Su Bai nonetheless responded politely.

“Hello, Aunt Wenjie. I’m Su Bai. Have you just finished some business here?”

“Yes, I was sorting out some matters. Fang Yifan can be such a handful,” Tong Wenjie sighed. “You’ll be classmates, so look out for each other and help each other study, alright?”

“Of course, Auntie. I’ll be heading in now; I don’t want to be late.”

“Go ahead. See you later.”

“Goodbye, Aunt Wenjie.”

“Goodbye.”

As Su Bai walked into the school, Tong Wenjie watched him leave, her gaze lingering for a long while.