Shen Jing raised her hand, touching it to Zhou Luchen's forehead. No fever.
Zhou Luchen had tossed the cigarette.
Shen Jing propped her hand on the center console armrest, her eyes blinking seductively. "Our Chairman Zhou, it turns out you're so capable of self-restraint."
The self-restraint Zhou Luchen showed over a mere pack of cigarettes was nothing; Shen Jing hadn't witnessed the full extent of it.
From a young age, when he was just five years old and only so high, the Zhou Family had numerous rules: things he couldn't touch, games he couldn't play, schooling, team training, language studies, going abroad—countless prohibitions on his conduct. His life had proceeded under these conditions.
And yet, whatever Zhou Luchen wanted to do, as long as it was within acceptable limits, he would cast off those shackles of rules and regulations.
It was precisely because of this that he had married her.
