No one had expected that Shang Qing, her face slick with sweat from saving Che Chenchen, would spontaneously squat down, extend her arms, and scoop Che Chenchen up in a bridal carry.
Then, with effortless grace, she stood up. As Shang Qing moved, Che Chenchen’s arms draped limply around her neck, her cheek resting against Shang Qing’s chest.
In that moment, there was an inexplicable aura of a dominant CEO carrying his petite, delicate wife. And it was no wonder—Che Chenchen stood at five-foot-three, slight and petite, while Shang Qing was five-foot-seven, with a tall, slender, and elegant frame. The visual contrast was striking.
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