Yan Qing unconsciously licked her red lips, murmuring under her breath, “Such a handsome little puppy is mine.”
Zhan Yan Chen had already walked up to her, bending slightly to blow warm breath by her ear, “I’ll only ever be yours.”
Yan Qing snapped back to reality, blushing as she took a step back. “Put your clothes on first.”
After Zhan Yan Chen put on his shirt, Yan Qing handed him the newly unblocked black card. “Zhan Yan Chen, from now on, you focus on studying hard, and I’ll take care of earning money to support you!”
Zhan Yan Chen smiled as he took the black card from her fingertips. “Wife, did I do well today?”
Before coming home, Yan Qing had braced herself for a scolding, never expecting Zhan Yan Chen to return early and handle everything with her parents.
What exactly happened before she arrived? This guy had charmed her parents into singing his praises.
“Haven’t you noticed? My parents already like you more than their own daughter.”
“How does my wife plan to reward me?”
Yan Qing raised an eyebrow and countered, “What do you want?”
Zhan Yan Chen gazed at Yan Qing, whose smile was as radiant as summer blossoms, his throat tightening. He reached out to gently stroke her crimson lips, his meaning unmistakable.
Yan Qing watched his refined Adam’s apple bob with desire and longing, her heart fluttering like a startled deer. She slowly tilted her head back, the corners of her eyes lifting, her casual smile utterly captivating.
“If you want a kiss, call me ‘sister’ first.”
Zhan Yan Chen lowered his voice, his tone both seductive and pure. “Sister.”
Tsk, the way he said “sister” made her want to sell her house, her car, even her kidney just to support him.
Since they were already married and intimate, Yan Qing didn’t hold back. She wrapped her arms around his neck, but just as she was about to kiss him, he suddenly leaned in, embracing her and lowering his head to kiss away her gasp.
Lips met, breaths mingled, and Zhan Yan Chen pressed Yan Qing down onto the bed.
It was just a kiss—why were they lying down now?
The kiss was both forceful and tender, making Yan Qing’s trembling heart flutter with excitement.
When their lips finally parted, Yan Qing saw a glistening silver thread stretching between her and Zhan Yan Chen’s mouths. Her face flushed so deeply it seemed about to drip blood. They had actually… left a trail.
Feeling Zhan Yan Chen’s restless hand caressing her waist, Yan Qing quickly pressed it down, her voice soft and sweet, almost dripping with honey.
“My parents are here. Don’t get carried away.”
Zhan Yan Chen’s gaze burned intensely as he took her hand and placed it on his own waist, his voice soft and enticing. “Don’t you want to feel my abs, sister?”
Yan Qing was utterly captivated by his charm. With such beauty before her, she decided to touch first and ask questions later.
Even through his clothes, she could feel the distinct, angular definition of his abs, hinting at astonishing explosive power.
Zhan Yan Chen’s waist and abdomen were irresistible, but he was too wild and untamed—she couldn’t handle it.
“I don’t want to!”
“If you don’t like it, why can’t you stop touching?” Zhan Yan Chen gave her lips a light peck, pinched her waist, and whispered in her ear, “Sister’s mouth is stubborn, but her waist is soft.”
Yan Qing glared at him, embarrassed and indignant, ready to retort when—
Knock, knock, knock.
Yan Qing reacted swiftly, pushing Zhan Yan Chen off her.
Ruan Ning pushed the door open, only to see Yan Qing sitting on the bed like a proper lady. “Xiao Qing, where’s Yan Chen?”
Yan Qing froze for a moment before turning to see Zhan Yan Chen getting up from beside the bed. Only then did she realize she had pushed him off the bed in her haste…
“Mom, I was helping Qingqing pick something up.”
“Yan Chen, don’t spoil her. Let her pick it up herself.” Ruan Ning handed him an exquisite fruit platter. “The weather’s dry. You two should eat more fruit.”
Zhan Yan Chen nodded and accepted it. “Thank you, Mom.”
Ruan Ning smiled as she glanced at the two of them before turning to leave.
Yan Qing reached out to hold him with concern, “Are you okay?”
“Not really, my back hurts.” Zhan Yan Chen feigned pitifulness, “Wife, give me a rub.”
As Yan Qing massaged Zhan Yan Chen’s lean waist, he fed her some fruit.
Yan Qing glanced at Zhan Yan Chen, whose eyes burned with desire, and thought to herself: How am I going to get through this passionate night?
After finishing the fruit, Yan Qing cleared her throat and voiced her thoughts, “Zhan Yan Chen, last night was an accident… Since we’re married, we should take our marital duties seriously.”
“Wife, don’t you like it when I touch you?”
“That’s not what I meant.” If she didn’t like it, would her voice have gone hoarse?
“Then you do like it when I touch you.” Zhan Yan Chen’s slender fingers gently caressed her cheek, his gaze intense, his voice restrained, “Qingqing, when I’m with someone I like, I can’t stay calm or hold back.”
Someone he likes?
With her parents not around, was he still acting?
Just as Yan Qing was about to speak, she heard him say, “But if you’re unwilling, I would never force you.”
He had already married her, and no matter how much he wanted her, he would respect her wishes.
Yan Qing was taken aback. At this moment, Zhan Yan Chen didn’t have a trace of his puppy-like demeanor. He was mature, steady, and restrained—not a deliberate act, but an integral part of who he was.
After kissing Yan Qing’s lips, Zhan Yan Chen said to her, “Qingqing, I’ll wait for you to fall for me.”
Yan Qing nodded, thinking to herself: It’s hard not to fall for a man like this.
The next day, at Yuerong Jewelry Company.
After the morning meeting, Yan Qing returned to her office and received a phone call.
“Ms. Yan, I’m Cheng En, the leasing director of Fengxing Mall.” Cheng En said, “I heard Ms. Yan is selecting brands for mall entry… I wonder if Ms. Yan would be interested in joining Fengxing?”
Yan Qing had already visited Fengxing for an inspection and had two storefronts in mind, but she didn’t agree immediately.
“Director Cheng, how about we schedule a meeting to discuss the cooperation in detail?”
“Ms. Yan, how about 3 PM this afternoon?”
“No problem, Director Cheng. See you this afternoon.”
As soon as Yan Qing hung up, she saw Zhan Yan Chen walk in carrying two lunch boxes, his smile handsome and innocent.
“What are you doing here?”
“Bringing you lunch.” Zhan Yan Chen set the things down, noticed the cooperation proposal on the desk, and raised an eyebrow, “Wife, are you planning to cooperate with Fengxing?”
“Yes.” Yan Qing stood up and walked over to Zhan Yan Chen, placing her delicate left hand on his chest while resting the other on the desk, her long leg pressing between his legs.
The move was clumsy, the position dangerously suggestive.
“Your major is business management. Do you know much about Fengxing Group?”
Zhan Yan Chen wrapped his arms around Yan Qing’s waist, pulling her closer, “A little.”
“Then help your sister analyze this: Has Fengxing Mall always only accepted well-established, big-name brands? Why would they choose our small Yuerong this time?” She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
Zhan Yan Chen explained succinctly, “Wife, Fengxing Mall has undergone an upgrade and relaunch, targeting younger brands. Other jewelry brands might have contract issues, but Yuerong is not only a new brand with innovative designs, it also has Zhan Jincheng as its spokesperson.”
“Zhan Ge!” Yan Qing suddenly understood, “Cheng En has extensive leasing experience. The biggest reason he chose Yuerong must be Zhan Ge!”
Zhan Ge is the older brother of Zhan Yunduan, with the stage name Zhan Ge and the real name Zhan Jincheng.
Zhan Yan Chen’s handsome face curved into a smile that could captivate the world. His thin lips moved close to her ear, breathing warm air as his voice softened irresistibly, “Give me a kiss, sister.”
Yan Qing instantly took two steps back, glaring at him in warning, “We’re at the company, no kissing.”
“I don’t care, I want a kiss.” Zhan Yan Chen pressed forward step by step.
“No kissing!” Yan Qing had nowhere left to retreat when Zhan Yan Chen suddenly raised his hand, pressing it heavily against the wall beside her ear, and leaned down to kiss her as he wished.
Yan Qing blushed crimson, watching Zhan Yan Chen lick his lips in satisfaction. “You’re not a little puppy dog!”
Zhan Yan Chen’s heart skipped a beat in panic. What had she discovered?