With a cool and detached expression, Su Che said to Shen Congyan with utmost seriousness, “Then take the documents and leave quickly. Don’t disturb me while I’m enjoying my dessert. I have my pride.”
“Alright.” Shen Congyan closed the folder. “I’ve skimmed through the proposal. It looks very good. If there are any revisions needed later, I’ll email you.”
Su Che gave a slight nod.
Shen Congyan slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over the pile of desserts on the table. He added, “If your tooth hurts, eat less.”
He had known Su Che for several years, yet it was only today that he discovered his fondness for such sweet and rich treats.
For some reason, he was reminded of Lin Wanfu, who also loved desserts dearly—so much so that she could hardly walk past them.
Back then, he had secretly signed up for a baking class because of this.
For three years, he had made all kinds of desserts for Lin Wanfu. Looking back now, he might as well have fed them to a dog.
At least a dog would wag its tail at him.
Noticing Shen Congyan seemed lost in thought, Su Che couldn’t help but urge him, “What are you thinking about? Are you leaving or not?”
His tone carried a hint of barely noticeable urgency because he was struggling to control Lin Wanfu under the table.
She was biting his hand!
The bite sent waves of pain, mingled with a strange, tingling numbness.
If not for his exceptional self-control, he might have let out some odd sound.
Shen Congyan lowered his gaze. “Next time she comes looking for you, don’t bother with her.”
Based on his understanding of Lin Wanfu, her applying for a job at Su Corporation was likely because she had taken a liking to Su Che’s face.
After all,
ugly men never caught her eye. She was always superficial, judging people first by their face and then by their abs.
“You’re overthinking it. I have no intention of getting involved in your feud with Shen Huaijin. It would only delay my money-making.”
In a place Shen Congyan couldn’t see, Su Che’s hand gripping the armrest had turned slightly white at the knuckles from the strain.
Damn it, he felt as if all the patience he had in his life was being exhausted today.
Shen Congyan said calmly, “Then you’d better avoid her from now on, because she’s exactly into your type of looks.”
Six years ago, to get close to Lin Wanfu and strike back at Shen Huaijin, he had investigated everything about her.
He knew that during her student days, she had dated a boyfriend—her first love and the one she held in high regard.
However, that person later went abroad.
Whether it was because that person kept a low profile or was exceptionally skilled, Shen Congyan couldn’t find much information about him. He only knew he was an outstanding student with both good character and academic achievements, as well as a striking appearance.
He vaguely remembered others describing that person as “aloof as the moon hanging high in the sky, visible yet unattainable.”
This description could very well apply to Su Che too.
“Alright, I understand.” Su Che had no desire to talk further with Shen Congyan at the moment. He just wanted him to leave quickly—he truly couldn’t hold on much longer.
Lin Wanfu was too much of a torment.
Shen Congyan gave Su Che an inscrutable look before picking up the documents and turning to leave the office.
“He’s gone now. Come out.” Su Che’s clear and melodious voice was hoarse, clearly strained to the limit.
“President Su, my legs are numb…”
Lin Wanfu looked up at Su Che, her fair and delicate little hand resting on his knee. Her eyes shimmered with a pitiful charm that was both endearing and irresistibly alluring, tempting one to do something mischievous to her.
Like a poppy flower, she was full of temptation.”I’m a normal man, don’t look at me like that.”
Su Che’s gaze gradually lowered. He tried his best not to look where he shouldn’t, then gently took Lin Wanfu’s hand and helped her up from under the desk.
Whether intentional or not, Lin Wanfu followed the force of Su Che’s hand and directly threw herself into his arms.
Su Che’s face instantly flushed red. “Lin Wanfu, have you hugged enough? Let go!”
He had never seen a woman more shameless than Lin Wanfu, always finding every possible way to take advantage of him.
At this moment, he couldn’t possibly imagine that later on, he would not only lose his heart to her but also shamelessly use every trick to entice her into taking advantage of him.
Knowing she was a deadly poison, he still drank it like an addict, quenching his thirst with poison.
“President Su, you drank my strawberry boba milk tea. How are you going to compensate me?”
Lin Wanfu’s arms wrapped around Su Che’s waist, completely ignoring his stern but empty threats.
She had long seen through it—Su Che was actually just a hypocrite who pretended to be upright while his body told the truth.
If he really didn’t want her close, she probably wouldn’t even be able to get near him, let alone wreak havoc on him.
Men are all the same—clearly their bodies enjoy her advances, but they cling to their pride and refuse to admit it.
Su Che raised his hand, then lowered it again. “Let go of me, and I’ll have someone buy you a new cup.”
He justified himself in his mind—it wasn’t that he couldn’t bear to push Lin Wanfu away, but he was worried he might hurt her if he used too much force, which could lead to Shen Congyan coming to cause trouble.
“But I don’t want milk tea right now.” Lin Wanfu slowly leaned closer to Su Che, her words carrying a light breath, her eyes filled with temptation. “I just want boba.”
The ambiguous atmosphere burned away reason. Lin Wanfu was like a siren luring humans into the deep sea, her soft, boneless hand gently stroking Su Che’s bobbing Adam’s apple.
Perhaps bewitched, Su Che couldn’t help but lower his head toward Lin Wanfu and kiss the bad woman in his arms who was constantly tempting men to break their principles.
The office was quiet, so the faint sounds of fabric rustling and breathing became especially clear.
Su Che had never kissed another woman, but he was certain no one could be sweeter than Lin Wanfu.
As their breaths intertwined, smelling the unique fragrance on Lin Wanfu, he felt himself becoming strange.
He could even feel his body clamoring for more—just a kiss was far from enough.
“Are you trying to devour me alive?”
Lin Wanfu clung to Su Che’s shoulders. His kiss was clumsy and rough, making her ache. Her eyes were faintly red, with long, delicate lashes adorned with teardrops, looking utterly pitiful.
“I’m sorry, I…” Su Che flusteredly wiped away Lin Wanfu’s tears, his emotions a tangled mess inside.
He must have been possessed—otherwise, how could he have pinned Lin Wanfu against the desk and kissed her like a beast?
And even made her cry.
Lin Wanfu pushed Su Che away, dissatisfied. “What’s the use of just saying sorry? You need to take actual action, like transferring me eight or nine million.”
Su Che: “…”
Is extortion this direct nowadays?
After a long silence, Su Che finally spoke. “Didn’t you say you don’t love money?”
He had heard it clearly that day—he couldn’t have misremembered.
Lin Wanfu suddenly curved her lips into a smile. “I don’t love money, but I love your money.”Su Che immediately turned cold-faced, “So what you’re after isn’t me as a person, but my money?”
He was furious, but didn’t know exactly what he was angry about.
Lin Wanfu openly retorted, “Can’t I want both you as a person and your money?”