Di Jinye's grip was anything but gentle.
After getting into the car, Cheng Ruowei hadn't even stabilized her footing when she stumbled into Di Jinye's embrace.
"Mr. Di, are you trying to kidnap me? There's no need for you to personally pick me up to go to the office."
"This is a special privilege for Secretary Cheng."
Di Jinye instinctively lifted his arms to hold her, but the pain from his right hand's wound was exacerbated by her pushing and struggling.
He was very displeased with Cheng Ruowei's resistance and rejection, and immediately furrowed his brow, letting out a pained grunt, his voice low and husky as he said, "Are you intentionally hurting me now to get back at me for hurting you last night?"
The statement sounded extremely suggestive.
The key point was that last night's passionate encounter in the Di Family mansion's living room had already become the talk of the estate.
Thus, the partition in the driver's compartment was hurriedly lowered.