Chарtеr 8 Shеn Сiying, Are Yоu а Little Fairу?
Shen Rangсhеn fеlt his bоnеs mеlt from thе wау thе little girl in his arms wаs teasing and rubbing agаinst him. Rеstraining himsеlf, hе swаllоwеd lightly, his vоiсе low and hоаrse: “Shеn Ciying, arе yоu a little fairу?”
Shen Сiying сurlеd her lips, unсoncernеd: “Еvеn if I аm, I’m the little fаirу уоu raised~”
Shеn Rangсhen loоked at thе proud girl in his аrms, and after а fеw sеcоnds, hе helplesslу curvеd his liрs, silently turning his hеad awаy tо аvоid loоking at her.
Shеn Ciying, unwilling tо lеt it gо, immediately tilted her head аnd lеaned closеr, smiling brightlу and charminglу аs she pressed: “Is it okay~?”
Shen Rangchen looked at the little head tilted toward him, her beautiful fox-like eyes sparkling and alluring.
He was truly defeated by her.
Finally, he agreed: “Okay.”
Hearing his agreement, Shen Ciying joyfully leaned in and planted a soft, fragrant kiss on his cheek: “You have to keep your word.”
Shen Rangchen: “…”
Where did such a mischievous little girl come from?
Finally arriving at the room, Shen Ciying changed out of her moon-white water-sleeved gown and into a milky-white nightgown.
On the sofa, Shen Rangchen held Shen Ciying’s slender waist as she sat on his lap and casually asked: “What’s left to eat in the kitchen?”
Shen Ciying, busy tying up her long hair, listed the available food for him.
Shen Rangchen frowned as he listened—there was truly nothing he wanted to eat.
After tying up her hair, Shen Ciying looked at the usually composed man, now appearing helpless and frustrated, and couldn’t help but laugh: “How about President Shen makes do? …Mm!”
Before she could finish, she was pressed onto the sofa by the man, overwhelmed by a kiss that left no room for resistance.
Shen Ciying was stunned for a second before all her senses were slowly stirred and taken over by him.
His kiss wasn’t overly fierce, yet it restrained her body, leaving her unable to resist as he freely explored her lips and tongue.
Only when her breathing became chaotic and she whimpered in protest did Shen Rangchen release her, satisfied.
“You seem quite pleased that I can’t eat,” Shen Rangchen looked down at the girl beneath him, her eyes reddened at the corners, her expression both delicate and annoyed, and found it pleasing to the eye as he smiled: “I won’t make do. You are the ultimate delicacy.”
With that, without giving her a chance to react, he lowered his head again to kiss her already reddened, alluring lips.
This kiss was excessively seductive and passionate, both fierce and plundering, stirring her heartbeat wildly.
Afraid of leaving new marks that would affect her wearing a gown tomorrow, Shen Ciying tried to push him away, but both her wrists were caught and pinned above her head by his single hand.
His kiss grew even more intoxicating, wearing down her will.
As the seductive, scorching kiss trailed down her neck, Shen Ciying finally managed to speak: “Mm… not tonight…”
She turned her head away, avoiding his kiss.
Shen Rangchen looked down at the little girl beneath him, whose entire body radiated resistance, and his interest was instantly dampened by half.
Although their relationship was one of provider and dependent, Shen Rangchen disdained forcing her in such matters.
Still, he felt somewhat disappointed and asked in return: “What’s wrong with tonight?”
It wasn’t her time of the month.
“Tomorrow is Fu Yutang’s birthday banquet,” Shen Ciying’s breathing was still somewhat uneven. “If you keep me up tonight, I’ll be covered in your marks, and they’ll show when I wear the gown.”
This reminder made Shen Rangchen recall that Fu Yutang’s birthday banquet was tomorrow and that he had brought her an invitation.
But Fu Yutang would never have given her an invitation. So why did this little girl seem so confident?Shen Rangchen slowly released his grip on her wrist, teasing her with interest:
“You have an invitation?”
Shen Ciying replied with a calm expression: “No, I don’t.”
Fu Yutang would never send her an invitation.
Shen Rangchen chuckled: “Then how are you going?”
“You have one,” Shen Ciying continued matter-of-factly. “Give me yours, and you don’t go.”
Shen Rangchen: “…”
He thought to himself that he had spoiled her too much, raising her to be so self-assured at all times.
Suddenly, he didn’t want to give her the invitation.
Shen Ciying seemed to sense his hesitation and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, using a mix of soft and hard tactics:
“Don’t go to Fu Yutang’s birthday, okay~”
Shen Rangchen couldn’t resist her when she acted coquettish. Her bright, fox-like eyes seemed to be filled with poppies, making it impossible not to get lost in them, unable to resurface.
He took a deep breath, raised his hand to cover her captivating, soul-stirring eyes, forcing himself to pull away from the earlier surge of desire. Sitting up on his own, he conceded:
“My schedule is packed tomorrow.”
The implication was clear—he didn’t have time to go.
Shen Ciying naturally understood his meaning. Her smiling eyes curved, and her long, curled eyelashes brushed lightly against the man’s palm, like a feather tickling his heart.
Shen Rangchen’s palm twitched uncontrollably, his Adam’s apple bobbing repeatedly. Just then, the young woman pulled down the hand covering her eyes, revealing a pair of pure yet seductive eyes. She blinked at him and said:
“Since President Shen’s schedule is full, I’ll go on your behalf.”
Shen Rangchen looked into her eyes, then suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered:
“Tonight’s debt will be carried over. Tomorrow night, you’ll pay back with interest.”
Shen Ciying: “…”
Cunning businessman!
Fu Yutang’s birthday banquet began at 6:18 p.m.
Gradually, the banquet hall filled with guests.
The venue was lavishly and romantically decorated, exuding an air of luxury and wealth.
Nearly all the invited guests had arrived.
Only Shen Rangchen was missing.
In the final few minutes, Fu Yutang personally waited at the entrance of the banquet hall.
But instead of Shen Rangchen, she saw Shen Ciying.
“What are you doing here?” Fu Yutang immediately signaled the security guards at the entrance to stop her. Striding over in her high heels, she confronted Shen Ciying with an air of superiority: “What status do you have to attend my birthday banquet?”
Fu Yutang lifted her chin proudly, sneering: “Everyone here today is a prominent figure in Jingbei. What status do you have?”
She scoffed sarcastically: “We have enough maids in the banquet hall. We don’t need any more for now.”