The bed at the Bulgari Hotel was soft and comfortable, the ambiance elegant and pleasant. Having been alone for too long and now with her best friend by her side, Yu Wanwan felt reluctant to return home.
At nine in the evening, her phone rang—it was Aunt An.
“Miss Yu, why haven’t you come home yet? Do you need the butler to pick you up?”
“No need, I’ll be back soon,” the young girl replied politely and sweetly.
Lin Yin, who was beside her, knew her all too well. She snatched the phone away:
“Is Wanwan’s personal freedom being restricted? Then I’ll call 110 right away. My best friend is in the capital, so what’s wrong with spending some time outside with her, eating and shopping?
I’ve given her the day off today. If there’s an issue, please call 110 immediately.”
Without waiting for a response, Lin Yin hung up and immediately pressed the power button to turn off the phone.
Yu Wanwan stood by, both amused and exasperated: “Aunt An is actually quite nice. Why did you lash out at her like that?”
“It’s about the situation, not the person. Keeping you under surveillance is just wrong.” Lin Yin glanced at the fair-skinned beauty beside her and clicked her tongue lightly:
“Hey? Confess—how is Xie Jinshan in bed?”
Yu Wanwan’s cheeks flushed crimson: “We haven’t tried.”
“What… Could it be that he’s not up to it?”
…
The “not up to it” Xie Tingnan had been busy in North America for over half a month and had finally returned.
The investment scope controlled by Antai was relatively fixed, mostly covering traditional public utility industries such as water, electricity, and gas, as well as sectors like aviation, environmental protection, and technology.
These areas were generally inaccessible to ordinary people, being the low-key monopoly zones of top-tier capital.
Though the scope was fixed, Antai’s investment reach was extensive, with holdings in nearly every major region of the world.
As the plane finally landed at Nanyuan Airport, Xie Tingnan looked out at the azure sky of the capital.
The leaves were beginning to show signs of yellowing, and the feeling of high skies and light clouds grew stronger—it was already September in the capital.
Having been away for over half a month, with jet lag and the busyness of various inspections, he hadn’t even had time to miss anyone.
Now, back in the capital, the floodgates of longing opened, surging forth uncontrollably.
His palm seemed to hold that soft, boneless little hand, tender as if it might melt away at any moment.
The young girl always carried a faint floral scent, making him unable to resist drawing closer, gently kissing…
He had rushed back because, while Yin Ren was preparing the itinerary memo, he had glanced at the desk calendar.
The major universities in the capital were about to start their new semester.
He had returned just one day before Yu Wanwan’s school began.
As the car sped along the road, the man in the back seat picked up his phone, thought for a moment, and then set it down again.
He had the young girl’s phone number.
She did not have his.
She was truly patient. Shouldn’t she have asked him for it?
To be so indifferent and unattached—if such a little bird were in someone else’s hands, she would have been abandoned long ago.
A faint, ambiguous smile tugged at Xie Tingnan’s lips, his heart itching with anticipation.
He felt that if he didn’t go back and tease her properly, he wouldn’t be able to suppress the sudden, boundless fire rising within him, spreading like wildfire in his heart, making him feel restless and feverish all over.
As the car drove through the main gate of Yi Garden, the butler respectfully stepped forward to greet him: “Second Master, you’re back.”
Xie Tingnan nodded with a smile, his starry eyes casually sweeping across the garden, his thin lips tightening slightly.
Not seeing that particularly delicate and slender figure right away, he felt a faint sense of disappointment.
“Miss Yu is in the study,” the butler observed keenly.
Xie Tingnan didn’t speak, striding forward with vigorous steps, heading straight toward the study.
He always acted with a carefree, unrestrained willfulness. When he missed her, he wanted to see her immediately.
Soft, soothing music played in the study.
He owned an exquisite, vintage-style gramophone that could play various types of vinyl records.
The young girl, dressed in a creamy white silk slip dress, sat at the desk, diligently taking notes.
Her body leaned slightly to the side, and the opening of the slip under her arm was wide enough that, from the side, one could clearly see the lace-trimmed silk cups cradling her curves.
Xie Tingnan walked directly to the desk, his arms slipping under her arms from behind…
Yu Wanwan gasped, “Who…”
A handsome face leaned in from the side, kissing her.
Yu Wanwan was momentarily stunned by the sudden, forceful possession.
His tenderness carried a fierce dominance. His tall frame leaned over her from behind, causing her upper body to arch backward, almost bending her waist to its limit.
A torrent of maddening longing poured out.
Yu Wanwan, uncomfortable from the arching, began to whimper and struggle like a small animal.
Her delicate little hands tore open several buttons of his shirt, leaving bloody scratches on his iron-hard chest.
She twisted and struggled with all her strength, trying to break free from his grasp and stand up.
The rosewood chair she sat on creaked and groaned.
Several times, she felt as though she and the chair were about to topple over and crash to the floor.
Unable to break free, she seized an opportunity and bit him hard.
The man grunted softly but didn’t release her. Instead, he grew even more intense.
The taste of blood grew stronger in her mouth, mingling with the refreshing scent of mint and his Southern Fragrance, sweeping over her like a storm.
Yu Wanwan finally experienced the feeling of her soul being utterly shattered…
Just as the chair finally gave way and crashed to the floor, Xie Tingnan lifted her soft, delicate form and placed her securely on the desk.
Yu Wanwan gasped for fresh air, too exhausted to utter a single word.
A faint smile played on the man’s lips, his dimples appearing and disappearing.
A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, complementing his dark, inscrutable gaze with an especially alluring and provocative charm.
Once the young girl regained a bit of strength, she pouted, and her fists began to rain down on his solid chest—soft, delicate taps filled with petulance.
Xie Tingnan gently stroked her hair with one hand, allowing her to pummel him, a faint smile never leaving his lips.
Only when the young girl had exhausted her last ounce of energy did he pull the woman sitting on the desk into his arms, his voice magnetic and husky:
“Little crybaby, let me see if your hands are red from hitting me.”
“No,” Yu Wanwan replied, her arms weakly encircling his waist as she hid her hands inside his shirt.
“My back itches. Scratch it for me,” Xie Tingnan teased her deliberately.
A sharp glint flashed in Yu Wanwan’s large eyes. With a soft “ding,” her little hand, hidden inside his shirt, extended sharp, manicured nails.
The darkness in Xie Tingnan’s eyes deepened. He cupped her small, delicate face with his large hand, his thumb stroking her pointed chin repeatedly.
Only when a clear, soft “mm” escaped her rosy lips did he lean down and capture that small mouth with his own…