Chapter 10 Are Men's Hands Just This Good-Looking?

Chapter 10 Are a Man's Hands Really That Good-Looking? Song Ni was not inherently well-behaved. Pretending to be so was situational; in front of Tan Zheng, Song Ni felt such tricks were insufficient. Hearing this, Tan Zheng was not annoyed, merely observing. Song Ni wore a knee-length dress, off-white, her hair gathered behind her shoulders, slightly curled, adorned with a pearl hair accessory, presenting an image of a lady from a respectable family. Yet, as soon as she spoke, it was clear Song Ni was not a demure personality. Tan Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, spotted the band-aid on Song Ni's palm, and suddenly leaned over towards the passenger seat. Song Ni's eyes widened, her body already recoiling. Before she could even utter a question, Tan Zheng had retrieved her phone from the passenger side's storage compartment and handed it to her. Song Ni naturally recognized it as her own phone. She parted her lips, unsure what to say. So, Tan Zheng recognized her? But why did he show no surprise? She hadn't detected even the slightest emotional fluctuation. Seeing Song Ni motionless, Tan Zheng tossed the phone onto her lap. The phone was clean, clearly having been wiped down. Song Ni pursed her lips, suppressing the questions in her heart. "Thank you." Not just for the phone, but also for taking her to the tent that day and getting her a medical kit. Tan Zheng merely glanced at her, a smirk playing on his lips, and finally uttered a sentence. "This is the first time I've seen someone your size fall while walking." Song Ni: ... This man not only laughed at her but also spoke disparagingly. What a terrible temper! Song Ni cast aside the flicker of curiosity she felt towards Tan Zheng. As she fastened her seatbelt, she also put on a cold expression. "Someone like you, Mr. Tan, would be forced into a blind date by your family?" Hearing this, Tan Zheng glanced at Song Ni. Without rushing to answer, he turned the steering wheel and only spoke after the car merged onto the main road. "Are you a fortune teller?" Song Ni had never expected Tan Zheng to say something so preposterous that she momentarily lost control of her facial expression, his gaze catching every bit of her surprise. Tan Zheng let out a chuckle from his chest. "If you're not a fortune teller, how would you know what kind of person I am?" Song Ni: ... Not only did this man laugh at her and mock her, but he also retorted. The funny thing was, she didn't know how to retort back. A knot of frustration tightened in Song Ni's chest. She rolled down the window, looking outside, clearly not intending to continue the conversation. However, after a while, she suddenly remembered why she had asked Tan Zheng to pick her up. She hadn't come for him to annoy her. With that thought, Song Ni turned her head, her gaze falling on Tan Zheng's hands on the steering wheel. As if by fate, the sun came out, its rays falling precisely on Tan Zheng. The prominent veins on his hands, illuminated by the sun, were not just sexy but also possessed a certain aesthetic beauty. As he navigated a turn, he controlled the wheel casually, with practiced ease. Song Ni's eyebrows twitched; her intuition was correct. His hands driving were incredibly cool and sexy. Song Ni rarely swore, but that word had indeed popped into her mind just then, as if only that could perfectly describe the feeling of Tan Zheng's hands while driving. Her gaze was bold and direct, making it difficult for Tan Zheng not to notice. Following her line of sight to his hands, Tan Zheng raised an eyebrow, not understanding what was so captivating about them. But Song Ni's gaze clung to his hands as if they were stuck, making him feel uncomfortably self-conscious. "What are you looking at?" As Tan Zheng spoke, he lowered his right hand, steering with one hand. Then he noticed Song Ni's gaze fixed on his left hand. Tan Zheng: ... A rare sense of curiosity piqued, he turned his head at a red light and asked, "Are a man's hands really that good-looking?" Song Ni finally showed a reaction, retracting her gaze and looking into Tan Zheng's eyes. It wasn't just any man's hands; it was his hands that were good-looking. Tan Zheng's hands weren't slender and delicate; instead, they were somewhat rough, and with the clearly protruding veins on the back of his hands, they appeared exceptionally sexy. She was precisely attracted to that. However, Song Ni did not voice her thoughts but did not hide her interest in Tan Zheng's hands. So, under Tan Zheng's watchful eye, she nodded. Tan Zheng frowned, first glancing at his own hands, then at Song Ni's resting on her lap. Pale and tender, slender and long. He tsked, considering women to be truly strange creatures. Tan Zheng spoke little, and Song Ni was not the type to initiate conversation, especially now that her attention was fixated on Tan Zheng's hands. Thus, they traveled in silence. It wasn't until the car stopped outside the restaurant that Song Ni suddenly asked, "Why did you agree to the blind date?" Tan Zheng glanced at her and retorted, "And why did you?" Hearing this, Song Ni looked up at Tan Zheng. She was nearly 1.7 meters tall, and with high heels, she was not short, yet in front of Tan Zheng, she still had to tilt her head to meet his gaze. "Naturally, because I'm somewhat interested in you." Song Ni didn't say this aloud, but Tan Zheng clearly saw it in her upturned lips and the curiosity in her eyes. Tan Zheng narrowed his eyes. He was beginning to understand Song Ni's personality. She was bold and direct, not hiding her interest in a man, but instead of saying it, she would stare intently, letting the man feel it. What was this called? A Persian cat, noble and arrogant yet also capable of being affectionate. She was putting on airs. Tan Zheng found this young girl quite interesting. He squeezed his left wrist with his right hand, leaned forward slightly, and opened the door. Then, in his eyes, the seemingly proud Song Ni suddenly took a deep breath, blinked, adjusted her eyebrow, and her eyes turned flirtatious. She instantly became demure and obedient, perfectly matching the clothes she wore. Tan Zheng raised an eyebrow, finding her even more intriguing. ... Madam Song and Madam Tan had been chatting for quite some time. Hearing the sound, they both looked up towards the entrance. They saw Song Ni and Tan Zheng standing together, the girl demurely beside the man, appearing exceptionally petite. Madam Tan's heart filled with joy, and she quickly beckoned them to enter. Song Ni was naturally well-behaved in appearance, and when deliberately restraining her usual personality in front of elders, she truly looked gentle and soft. Tan Zheng sat beside them, watching his mother and the young girl chat, seeing how effortlessly she won his mother's affection. He was suddenly reminded of a saying: one cannot judge a book by its cover. When interacting with elders, Song Ni was already adept. Sensing Tan Zheng's gaze, she unflinchingly looked up at him. She seemed completely unconcerned about displaying two different faces to Tan Zheng or about him exposing her in front of their elders. With confidence came self-assurance. The two ladies, being observant, noticed the exchange of glances between them and exchanged a knowing look, their hearts gladdened, thinking the two had taken a liking to each other. "Nini, although Tan Zheng is a few years older than you, an older person knows how to take care of someone. Don't let his current demeanor fool you; he's also very caring." Madam Tan genuinely liked Song Ni and wished they could finalize the engagement that very evening. Hearing this, Song Ni's eyebrows lifted, and she looked at Tan Zheng with a hint of teasing. Caring? At the school entrance earlier, he had been like a demanding lord, and she had opened the car door herself. Tan Zheng understood Song Ni's implied meaning and indeed felt his mother had exaggerated a bit. Madam Song, meanwhile, had been subtly observing. Although Tan Zheng spoke little, whenever he was mentioned, he would answer earnestly. She already found Tan Zheng handsome and tall, exuding a sense of security, believing such a man could protect his woman. Having met all sorts of people, she knew that quiet men, if they truly cared, would dote on their wives. The more she thought about it, the more satisfied she became with Tan Zheng, and she even discreetly signaled Song Ni several times. ?? 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