Volume 1 Chapter 3 Kiss in the Stairwell
She didn’t like Wen Suhe.
Was that something she could say out loud?
Were there surveillance cameras in Wen Suhe’s office?
The woman before her was Wen Suhe’s subordinate. Even if she wasn’t a close confidante, she wouldn’t side with Qiao Yin.
Back at home, relatives used to say Qiao Yin was well-behaved and somewhat slow-witted.
She wasn’t actually stupid – it was just for survival.
If she appeared too clever or performed too well, her stepmother would become unhappy.
And when stepmother was unhappy, she would bully Qiao Yin.
“Handsome, I’m particular about looks.” Qiao Yin picked up her milkshake and took a sip.
Her face wore a smiling expression that made it impossible to tell if she was sincere or not.
Cassie expressed agreement, “The president is indeed imposing and handsome, especially after marrying you, madam. He’s gained this married man vibe that’s particularly sexy! I hope you and the president grow old together – his mood has improved so much recently.”
He wasn’t as unreasonable as before.
Previously, Wen Suhe kept regular office hours and still went out for business dinners at night.
Now he’s all about arriving late and leaving early, transforming from a workaholic into a wife-devoted husband.
Completely obsessed with his wife.
Wen Suhe was in a good mood, but what about her??
No one had asked if she was willing.
But since Cassie could say these things in front of her, did that mean there were no surveillance cameras in Wen Suhe’s office?
At least not currently.
The moment Cassie left, Qiao Yin immediately rose from her chair.
Qiao Yin quietly pushed open the office door and stepped out.
She wasn’t planning to run away today – just familiarizing herself with the layout, just in case.
The company was too large, with four elevators plus a dedicated president’s elevator.
Next to the elevators was the staircase.
Qiao Yin pushed open the stairwell door. The stairwell was clean and tidy, clearly cleaned daily by someone.
Running down from the 59th floor was impossible.
Looking up, she saw surveillance cameras – not a good hiding place either.
Just as Qiao Yin was about to step out, a creaking sound came from behind her.
Turning around, she met Wen Suhe’s cool, indifferent gaze.
An overwhelming low pressure enveloped her as Wen Suhe pulled her into his embrace, tightly gripping her soft waist as if wanting to merge her into his very bones.
Wen Suhe gave her bottom a few punishing pats. “Good Baby, what are you hiding here for?”
“I finished reviewing and was a bit bored, just looking around,” Qiao Yin explained softly, her heart trembling along with her stinging bottom. “Are you done with your meetings?”
“Two more to go.”
“Then you should hurry back!” Qiao Yin urged while pushing against his arm.
It wouldn’t budge!
Wen Suhe wore the simplest white shirt and black pants with gold-rimmed glasses, appearing refined, elegant, and courteous. In reality, he exercised regularly with well-developed abs, pectorals, and biceps.
He was the type who looked slim clothed but muscular undressed.
Coupled with their size difference, when he exerted force, Qiao Yin – a weak woman who couldn’t even truss a chicken – couldn’t even move his arm.
“Good Baby chose a nice spot. Want to kiss here?”
No!
You’ve misunderstood!!!
Qiao Yin’s long, curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, her nervous eyes darting around. The more pitiful she appeared, the more Wen Suhe wanted to bully her.
His warm lips pressed down without hesitation.
In the deserted stairwell, the motion-sensor lights went out, plunging the surroundings into darkness.
With her vision gone, Qiao Yin’s other senses heightened, making the pressure on her lips increasingly distinct.
Wen Suhe’s lips were soft yet domineering, forcefully prying open her teeth, conquering and plundering, stirring up turbulent waves within her.
Qiao Yin’s delicate, honeyed whimper pulled Wen Suhe back to his senses. Reluctantly, he released her lips. “Good Baby tastes so sweet.”
Sweet?
It’s only because she just had a drink!
Having gone half a year without lingering in his kisses, Qiao Yin urged again, “Hurry to your meeting!”
“Trying to get rid of me?” Wen Suhe stroked her flushed, plump lips with his thumb. “There’s nothing worth seeing in the stairwell. If Good Baby is bored, I’ll find you something to do.”
What could that be?
Surely he wouldn’t carry her to the meeting, would he?
Please, no!
Qiao Yin was led by the hand back to the office and seated once more in Wen Suhe’s executive chair.
“I’ve contacted several wedding planners recently. Good Baby, if you have any ideas about the wedding, you can discuss them with them. And as for the wedding rings and dress—whatever you have in mind, you can talk it over with the designers.”
Qiao Yin felt like crying.
She’d rather he had taken her to the meeting!
A wedding meant she’d have to show her face—and once she did, how could she possibly run away?
The whole world could become Wen Suhe’s eyes and ears.
Even without meeting his gaze, she could feel his eyes fixed entirely on her face.
Qiao Yin forced out a single word: “Okay.”
The moment Wen Suhe left, Qiao Yin’s fair, delicate face instantly fell.
There was no way she could let this wedding proceed smoothly!!!
She had to stall for time.
Would six months be enough?
Whether it was or not, she’d drag it out as long as possible!
Not wanting to trouble the workers, Qiao Yin directly told the wedding planner she hadn’t yet decided what kind of wedding she wanted and ended the conversation with a promise to talk again once she had some ideas.
If only Wen Suhe would grow tired of her, divorce her, and give her a few billion in the settlement…
Listless, Qiao Yin leaned back. She’d been worn out from the night before and soon drifted into a hazy sleep.
Wen Suhe returned to the office after two meetings.
He approached Qiao Yin. How could she fall asleep here? The lounge had long been redecorated—with the purple bedsheets she liked, white lace trim, even the curtains had been changed.
Qiao Yin was usually well-behaved, but she looked even more docile in sleep. That serene, peaceful sleeping face tugged at his heartstrings, tempting him to ruin it.
Wen Suhe had never met a girl as obedient as Qiao Yin.
Even when she was afraid of him, she stayed dutifully by his side.
That kiss in the stairwell had nearly made him lose control—he’d kissed her deeply, biting her lips until they reddened, her lipstick smudged away, leaving her lips now with their natural hue.
Pink.
Not as striking as red.
Wen Suhe leaned down once more to kiss Qiao Yin’s lips—soft and pliant, like jelly.
In her drowsy state, Qiao Yin felt she was running out of breath. A fierce survival instinct jolted her awake.
“Good Baby, you’re awake~”
Qiao Yin felt a tingling numbness in her mouth. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
Wen Suhe caressed her face, unable to get enough. “I was waking you.”
By kissing her?
Wen Suhe, your way of rousing someone is truly something else.
Qiao Yin obediently nuzzled his palm. “I still haven’t decided what kind of wedding I want. Can we take our time?”
“Why is that? Good Baby, you’re twenty—haven’t you ever imagined what your wedding would be like?” Wen Suhe took her hand and helped her up. “Tell me your thoughts. Your husband will make it all happen.”
The wedding Qiao Yin envisioned was one of freedom.
At the very least, the groom would be of her own choosing.
Wen Suhe was not.
A wedding with him held no promise for her.
“Since childhood, everything in my life has been arranged by my parents. This is the first time I can have my own ideas—one moment I imagine us by the seaside, the next in an ancient castle, then suddenly on the grasslands.” Qiao Yin’s face was etched with indecision. “It’s so hard to choose—my choice paralysis is acting up.”
After Wen Suhe sat down, Qiao Yin obediently settled on his lap, her fair fingers tugging at his shirt. “And about the wedding rings and wedding dress you mentioned… I’ve studied drawing before. I’d like to design them myself. Would that be alright?”