Chapter 40 is unbearable to read.

Secretary Sun's heart skipped a beat: Oh no, Young Master Qu is suddenly driving so fast, could it be that the situation with the leaders has worsened? I hope nothing bad happens!

At the bottom of the pit, Qu Mingyuan gently brushed his knuckles against her cheek and responded softly:

"Okay, I'll handle it."

Ling Wei was satisfied. She leaned down again and showered him with a flurry of passionate, haphazard kisses, until she was breathless, her mouth still managing to steal a moment to declare her righteousness:

"Never mind that... peeping tom..." (kiss)

"Whoever eavesdrops...is......" (kiss)

"Sex! Suppression! Repression!" (kiss)

"Sex! Suffering! Boredom!" (kiss)

In the end, she herself was dizzy and didn't know what she was muttering, but she wouldn't let go of the person's face with her hands, and would lean in to take a bite after saying a few words, as if she were savoring some delicious dessert.

Her talkative manner successfully made Qu Mingyuan laugh.

The man initially let out a suppressed laugh, which made Ling Wei's chest tingle as she pressed against his.

Later, as Ling Wei was kissing him, she felt something was wrong. When she looked up, she realized that the other person had opened his eyes at some point and was looking at her with clear eyes and an undisguised smile in them.

Seeing that she had noticed, Qu Mingyuan simply stopped suppressing his laughter, and a clear laugh escaped his throat, causing Ling Wei, who was being held tightly by him, to tremble slightly.

asshole! !

Ling Wei was furious. What was she laughing at at a time like this? Her laughter was making her wilted.

She was furious. Ignoring the other person's weak, smiling resistance, she angrily propped herself up and crawled back to the area where she had been digging in the dirt.

He casually pried a clod of earth with grass roots still attached from the pit wall and threw it towards Qu Mingyuan without even looking at it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Qu Mingyuan couldn't move his injured ankle and could only awkwardly dodge to the side, but the lingering smile in his beautiful eyes still twinkled.

"Um, can we do it again? I promise I won't laugh."

“It’s withered.” Ling Wei’s refusal was firm and decisive.

Once the feet left the man's area, the lecherous virus shut down, and the clever brain took over the high ground again.

Qu Mingyuan's heart softened completely. His smile just now was a genuine joy brought on by her.

He watched her stiff-necked back as she walked away, her voice filled with weakness and pleading: "My foot is injured, I can't come to you."

He called to her softly, "Could you come over here?"

What are you doing here?

Will you continue to be your source of amusement?

Ling Wei pretended not to hear, but the next second, his excessively pleasant voice floated over again:

I want to hug you.

"Can I have a hug, Vivi?"

We're doomed.

She was utterly powerless against such a somewhat humble request.

So she turned around again, shuffled back, and gave him a symbolic hug.

Just as she was about to leave, the hand that had been merely supporting her waist suddenly tightened.

Qu Mingyuan tightened his arms, pulling her firmly back into his embrace. His other hand supported the back of her neck, his fingertips digging into her loose hair.

He looked up and went to meet him.

This kiss was no longer as flustered as before, nor was it Ling Wei's dominant biting. It was warm and lingering, carrying a burning heat that even the sea breeze couldn't dispel.

The moonlight shifted subtly, casting their shadows onto the pit wall, as if the only sounds in the world were their intertwined breaths and heartbeats.

Qu Chen had just gotten out of the car and was walking forward with a sullen face when he suddenly stopped.

I don't know what he heard, but his expression looked like he had been forced to swallow a big mouthful of his most hated cilantro, along with a hint of bewildered irritation.

He clicked his tongue angrily, as if trying to dispel the discomfort, and kicked away some gravel from the roadside in a fit of rage, cursing under his breath:

"I can't bear to look."

Secretary Sun, who was following behind him, stopped abruptly, looking at the suddenly deranged Young Master Qu: "..."

What happened? What did they hear? Urgent! Waiting online! I won't be able to sleep tonight until I get to the bottom of this!

Qu Chen gritted his teeth, feeling the sweet voice from the earphones still drilling into his ears:

"Here... I want to kiss you too."

When Secretary Sun and Qu Chen finally reached the edge of the abandoned observation pit, Secretary Sun immediately peered out anxiously and called out in a low voice, "Director Qu! Miss Ling! Are you down there?"

The powerful flashlight in his hand snapped on, and a beam of light shone straight into the bottom of the pit.

The light dispelled the darkness at the bottom of the pit, revealing his composed and unflappable leader, who was leaning against the pit wall, with...

Ling Wei's head was nestled against his neck, her arms still loosely wrapped around his neck, and she had actually fallen asleep.

She was wearing Qu Mingyuan's coat, only revealing her profile, while Qu Mingyuan was only wearing a thin shirt covered in grass clippings.

Qu Mingyuan squinted slightly from the flashlight beam, then looked up at the two people on the edge of the pit.

He smiled, raised one hand, put his index finger to his lips, and gestured for silence upwards.

Of course, given the chaos and commotion of such a rescue operation, even if Ling Wei were incredibly carefree, she couldn't possibly fall into a deep sleep.

She was practically dragged up, forced to turn on the machine, and before her feet even touched the ground and she could stand properly, she crashed headfirst into a hard chest.

"Hmm!"

Ling Wei covered her nose, which was sore from the impact, and looked up, instantly meeting a handsome face filled with displeasure.

Qu Chen stood right in front of her, the lifeline still loosely wrapped around his arm.

A few strands of black hair were ruffled by the night wind, brushing against his smooth forehead and the sharp lines of his brows. He was tall and straight, and the simple black T-shirt was stretched taut by his shoulders, his arm muscles bulging from pulling her just now.

He was looking down at her, his narrow eyes devoid of warmth, his thin lips pressed tightly together, exuding an oppressive aura that kept strangers at bay.

Ling Wei rubbed her nose, which had been bumped, and after recognizing Qu Chen, she let out a vague "humph" from her nose and turned her head away, presenting the back of her head to him.

Secretary Sun quickly smoothed things over, arranging in a gentle tone, "Miss Ling, let Young Master Chen take you home first. The situation here at Qu Hall is a bit complicated and needs to be dealt with. Besides, it wouldn't be good for you and him to be photographed together."

Upon hearing this, Ling Wei peered into the pit again. Qu Mingyuan was also looking up at her. When their eyes met, he nodded slightly, offering a reassuring, gentle smile, and mouthed, "Go."

"Mm," Ling Wei replied.

On the way back in the SUV, no one spoke.

Qu Chen started the car with a tense face, while Ling Wei turned her entire face toward the rapidly receding night view outside the window, embodying the words "refusal to communicate" with her whole being.

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Author: Ququ

I've already mentioned the more important things in the main text.

I've read all the comments, and I see there's a lot of demand for a 1v1 relationship between Uncle and Vivi. So, I'll consider adding a 1v1 timeline in the extra chapters, and using an "if" scenario for the 1v2 situation. (^з^)-☆

Actually, due to the order of interactions, each character's highlights will be concentrated on one person at a certain time. In addition, everyone will definitely have their own preferences for different types, so I will try my best to meet everyone's requests.

So I hope you can understand. There are other girls who are looking forward to the nephew storyline or 1V2. Because the author's heart is like a durian, with different girls on each tip. So for the author, it's easy for the male lead to get on the table but hard to get off.

Thank you for understanding! (Mwah!)