Without any support, Jiang Yan quickly braced his other elbow against the car to stop himself from collapsing onto the hood.
“CEO Mu!”
Jiang Yan was now somewhat angry. His position was extremely awkward—neither lying down nor sitting upright. It was uncomfortable, and more importantly, he had nowhere to apply force.
Mu Wanzhou leaned her entire body onto him, making it impossible for him to resist.
He had been played. Jiang Yan pressed his lips together, coldly thinking to himself.
Mu Wanzhou leaned forward, slowly approaching the flushed side of his neck.
“Oh dear, junior’s really drunk… What should I do? I feel a little dizzy too, I can’t stand up…”
Her warm breath landed gently against Jiang Yan’s neck with every word, making him feel unbearably uncomfortable.
He closed his eyes, trying not to overthink, hoping Shen Qing would hurry and arrive.
“Hmm? Junior, why are you closing your eyes? Is it because I’m not good-looking and you don’t want to look at me more?”
“No… CEO Mu, we’re both adults. This kind of game really isn’t funny.”
Jiang Yan’s chest rose and fell as his breathing grew unsteady.
“But I think it’s very fun. What should we do about that? How about you open your eyes, and I’ll get up, alright?”
Hearing her words, Jiang Yan pondered how trustworthy they were.
As the eldest daughter of the Mu family and the CEO of the Mu Group, Mu Wanzhou was known for being ruthless in her methods, but once she gave her word, she kept it.
Just like before—he had pleaded with her to stop suppressing the Yu family, and she stopped immediately.
After a while, he could feel something soft pressing against him, gradually closing in.
Unable to endure anymore, he opened his eyes and said, “If CEO Mu gives her word, then—mmph…”
Before he could finish, warm lips pressed against his.
His eyes widened, staring at the radiant face so close to him, locking gazes with Mu Wanzhou’s enchanting eyes.
Her eyes gleamed with a predatory smile, as if she were about to devour him whole.
Insane…
He used to fantasize about sharing a beautiful first kiss with Yu Youwei, but now it had been completely ruined by this lunatic, Mu Wanzhou.
Though she appeared experienced, in practice, her kissing was surprisingly clumsy.
Forget it.
Jiang Yan thought to himself that he’d just treat it like being bitten by a cat. Since he couldn’t resist, he might as well enjoy it.
So, Jiang Yan took control, wrapped his arm around the woman’s slender waist, leaned in slightly, and returned the kiss boldly and unrestrained.
Ten minutes later—
“Oh my god, CEO Jiang!”
A familiar voice called out from behind, followed by hurried footsteps.
His secretary Shen Qing had finally arrived.
Hearing the voice, Mu Wanzhou let go of him. She lightly licked her lips, her cheeks flushed, and her enchanting eyes still lingered on Jiang Yan as if she couldn’t get enough.
No one noticed that the skin beneath her hair was already red and burning hot.
Now free, Jiang Yan immediately distanced himself from the woman beside him.
Thankfully, he had strong self-control; otherwise, things might’ve become a joke.
Seeing Jiang Yan’s annoyed gaze, Mu Wanzhou innocently spread her hands and said, “Junior, don’t look at me like that. I said I’d get up if you opened your eyes, and I did get up!”
She never said she wouldn’t kiss him.
That one sentence left Jiang Yan speechless.
He never imagined that the dignified CEO of the Mu Group would suddenly act shameless.
To be honest, kissing Mu Wanzhou hadn’t felt bad. He even took the lead this time.
Forget it. He blamed himself for not being on guard. Lesson learned.
Next time, he’d be wary of Mu Wanzhou.
“CEO Jiang, are you alright?” Shen Qing ran over, panting as she asked.
Seeing that the woman in front was Mu Wanzhou, Shen Qing instantly understood.
She knew about the two of them in the past.
Seeing her boss being teased, she felt angry and resentful inside, but as a low-ranking secretary, she didn’t dare show it openly.
Jiang Yan wiped his mouth and said calmly, “I’m fine.”
Mu Wanzhou’s gaze shifted. When she saw her lipstick mark still imprinted on Jiang Yan’s lips, her heart stirred with a mix of shame and pride.
Then, seeing Shen Qing arrive, her gaze dimmed slightly.
“Junior, you’re too cautious. I said I arranged for a designated driver, yet you still called your female secretary. Do you not trust me at all?”
During dinner, she had been watching Jiang Yan closely. The only time she left was when she stepped out to smoke, and he hadn’t followed her then. That must’ve been when he called his secretary.
Jiang Yan didn’t respond to Mu Wanzhou’s question. He simply said, “CEO Mu, I’ll be heading off now.”
Then he got into the car.
Shen Qing quickly took the driver’s seat and drove away.
Mu Wanzhou stood alone in the underground parking lot, coldly watching the car disappear into the distance.
She took out her phone and dialed a number.
“Hey, come pick me up.”
In less than a minute, the driver Xiao Li jogged over.
In truth, Mu Wanzhou hadn’t arranged for a designated driver. Her driver had come with her.
From the moment they took the elevator down, Xiao Li had been waiting in the corner of the underground parking lot.
He was a bit far from their location and couldn’t see clearly, only making out the silhouette of two people tangled together on the hood of a business car, with the man pinned underneath.
Tsk tsk. He couldn’t help but marvel—CEO Mu really lived up to her name as a strong woman.
She wanted to be on top in everything. This chapter was copied from novelping.com without permission.
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Inside the car—
Jiang Yan sat in the seat behind the driver’s seat, picked up a bottle of mineral water, and took several gulps.
Shen Qing glanced at him through the rearview mirror.
“CEO Jiang, should I go buy you some hangover medicine?”
“No need. Just drive home.”
Home referred to the villa Jiang Yan had purchased.
Back then, he had bought it so Yu Youwei wouldn’t lose face when she came over.
At the time, his company had just started gaining traction. To avoid gossip within the industry saying that the young lady of the Yu family was suffering by staying with him, he gritted his teeth and bought a villa.
In truth, he didn’t care where he lived. He’d even lived in shabby rental apartments before.
Once they arrived at the villa, Shen Qing got out and opened the car door for Jiang Yan, reaching out to help him.
But Jiang Yan refused.
He was a grown man. Even if he’d had a bit to drink, what kind of man needed help from a woman?
He opened the door and went inside.
Jiang Yan walked straight to the sofa, sat down, and completely relaxed, leaning into it in the most comfortable posture.
Shen Qing followed and asked softly, “CEO Jiang, let me help you take off your coat.”
“Mhm…”
With his permission, Shen Qing boldly looked at Jiang Yan’s slightly tipsy but handsome face, her cheeks turning slightly red.
She knelt in front of him, gently unbuttoning his suit jacket one button at a time.
Then she stood up, reached behind him, and held the collar of the suit to pull it off.
In this position, she was inevitably very close to Jiang Yan and couldn’t avoid contact.
“CEO Jiang, please lean forward a bit,” Shen Qing said, her voice less steady than usual.
Jiang Yan leaned forward slightly, moving his arms so the jacket slipped off smoothly.
Just taking off a jacket, yet when Jiang Yan looked up, he noticed her cheeks were bright red, her eyes lowered, not daring to meet his gaze.
Jiang Yan asked, “What’s wrong?”
To Jiang Yan, Shen Qing was not just a secretary, but more like his right hand—someone who helped manage his work.
So, he hadn’t thought of her in that way.
It was summer. The air conditioner hadn’t been turned on yet after they entered the house.
The mood stirred up earlier by Mu Wanzhou, combined with the stuffy heat indoors, began to awaken again.
Feeling irritated, Jiang Yan undid a few buttons on his shirt.
Shen Qing’s pretty little face flushed even more deeply than before.