Yu Dou couldn’t help but sneer, "I thought Miss Song wouldn’t care about this wedding!"

Song Qingyang wasn’t angry at his attitude, and said calmly, "I don’t want to care, but recently, because of the wedding, my father has given me a long vacation. I have nothing else to do, and since we’ve decided to get married, I want to do it grandly, don’t you think?"

Yu Dou nodded, "There’s some sense in that!"

Yu Dou sat down and started working. Song Qingyang stared at him for a few seconds, found it uninteresting, and continued drinking coffee.

Casually picked up a magazine from the table and started flipping through it.

It was T City’s Economic Weekly, with Yu Dou as the cover figure.

Besides her Second Uncle, Song Yansheng, Yu Dou was also a hot figure in T City’s business circle.

Marrying Yu Dou, she didn’t actually lose much. If her heart wasn’t set on someone else, she might even think this was a good match.

But fate hadn’t favored her, making her give her heart to another man early on.

Luckily, Yu Dou was just as indifferent to her, so she wasn’t exactly being wronged.

"Yu Dou, is there a woman you like?" Song Qingyang suddenly asked.

Yu Dou paused in his reading, then continued, looking at the documents in his hand. He said, "Well, does it matter?"

"Not really, just curious. You’re thirty-two this year, hardly any women around you, and little gossip, which makes me doubt your orientation!"

Yu Dou laughed and said, "So those two nights before, Mr. Yu didn’t manage to satisfy Miss Song? Really ashamed, very ashamed indeed!"

Song Qingyang blushed. Although she had been intimate with Yu Dou, she wasn’t very experienced with such matters.

The first time, her father had drugged her and she was drunk, with no recollection.

The second time, to be honest, she really enjoyed it, feeling like she was floating, caught between life and death.

For a moment, she even felt like her soul left her body, that feeling was very relaxing and something she was enamored with.

In all honesty, Yu Dou’s skills were quite good; he didn’t seem like a man who hadn’t been with women before!

Taking a breath, Song Qingyang said indifferently, "Mr. Yu is too modest. Mr. Yu’s experience is rich, adept and skilled. How could I not be satisfied? If I weren’t satisfied, I wouldn’t be willing to marry Mr. Yu, right? If Mr. Yu doesn’t want to share his emotional history, I won’t force it. Just curious, I’m not overly concerned..."

"There is someone!"

At this moment, Yu Dou suddenly spoke.

Song Qingyang raised her brows and looked at him.

The answer was as she expected, there was no way a thirty-two-year-old man hadn’t liked any woman!

Yu Dou lowered his brow, without looking at Song Qingyang, his voice was calm and low.

And the next sentence he uttered nearly caused Song Qingyang to drop her coffee on the floor.

He said, "I like Nuannuan!"

Song Qingyang’s heart trembled, her fingers shook, spilling coffee and wetting her fingers.

The warm liquid made Song Qingyang quickly place the coffee cup on the table, then she turned her head, incredulous, to look at Yu Dou. "What did you just... say?"

Yu Dou finally looked up at Song Qingyang, the smile on his lips soft and casual.

"I said, I like Nuannuan... Did you hear it?"

Song Qingyang: "..."

She shook her head, still in disbelief. How could it be, how could it be!