79 Reunion

"Just tell me what you want to ask. I can tell you anything." Cheng Boyan felt Wen Xueyan's slender body trembling slightly in his arms.

Wen Xueyan was held tightly in his arms, her back to him, her voice as soft as a sigh: "Rao Wanyi, did you really come here?"

"Yes."

The succinct answer froze the air. Wen Xueyan closed her eyes: "Let's break up."

The word "breakup" was like a spark, instantly igniting the suppressed storm in Cheng Boyan's eyes.

Cheng Boyan suddenly scooped her up in his arms and strode toward the large bed in the center of the bedroom. Before Wen Xueyan could react, his heavy body was on top of her, his arms bracing against her ears, completely enveloping her in his shadow.

"Take that back." He was no longer calm; his voice was low.

Wen Xueyan stubbornly turned her face away, revealing her slender, fair neck.

This graceful gesture only stirred the undercurrents in Cheng Boyan's eyes. He reached out and gently turned her face back, his fingertips lingering on her delicate cheek.

"What do you take me for?" His fingertips traced her lips. "Someone who comes and goes as they please?"

Cheng Boyan's kiss landed, and Wen Xueyan tried to push him away, but he held her wrist tightly to the pillow.

But in the midst of this forceful kiss, she sadly discovered that her body still remembered his touch, still trembled at his approach. This instinctive response made her feel ashamed, yet she could not deny the undying desire deep within her heart.

"You and Rao Wanyi..." She still wanted to clarify, "How far have things progressed? Are you still together? If I don't ask, are you planning to keep this from me forever?"

Cheng Boyan gazed at her delicate profile, his tone gradually deepening: "You didn't ask, so how am I supposed to bring it up? We've only just reunited. Am I supposed to rush to tell you that women are pursuing me? And not just one? How am I supposed to even begin? Besides Rao Wanyi, there's Qiao Qianyue too?"

"And Qiao Qianyue?" Wen Xueyan asked.

She gazed at Cheng Boyan's handsome face, which was so close to hers, his deep eyes reflecting her slightly pale face.

Suddenly, a crystal-clear realization struck her: Yes, how could a man like Cheng Boyan lack suitors?

His tall and upright figure, even wrapped in a dark gray bathrobe, could not conceal his outstanding temperament. The collar of the bathrobe was slightly open, revealing his well-defined collarbone.

Water droplets dripped from his still-damp hair. Even in such a private moment, Wen Xueyan could still feel his captivating charm.

Xu Junxian is gone. How could a handsome, wealthy, and capable single man lack women throwing themselves at him?

But... when his warm palm gently stroked Wen Xueyan's cheek, that familiar touch almost brought her to tears.

"Actually, you probably saw Qiao Qianyue sitting next to me on the day of the baby's one-month celebration," Cheng Boyan's answer remained concise. "But their presence has never shaken your place in my heart."

Cheng Boyan leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear: "In the past year or so, do you know how many advances I've rejected? Every single one of them was because of this..."

He gently took her hand and placed it under his shoulder. Through his bathrobe, she could feel his strong heartbeat.

My heartbeat will always beat only for you.

Wen Xueyan's tears finally broke free, and glistening teardrops rolled down her cheeks.

Cheng Boyan gazed at her tear-streaked face, and the storm in his eyes gradually subsided.

Wen Xueyan said softly, "Then explain yourself clearly. Why does Rao Wanyi have photos of your living room? Did you let her into your house? She just sent you a WeChat message, but I can't see the content. What's your phone password?"

"The password is the baby's birthday." Cheng Boyan's answer surprised Wen Xueyan slightly. "Actually, the day you gave birth at the Women and Children's Hospital, I was at the hospital the whole time, but I didn't dare to disturb you."

He took the phone and calmly handed it to her: "Sit down, look at it as you like. I'll explain Rao Wanyi's situation to you as you look."

She hesitated before taking the phone, her fingertips gently tapping the child's birthday on the keypad.

The screen lit up immediately.

The impact of this moment far surpasses any sweet words.

She recalled asking Song Tiancheng for his phone password two years ago, and how he hesitated for many days, always giving her an evasive look.

At this moment, she felt that true security never needs to be repeatedly verified; it just comes directly to her.

Wen Xueyan leaned against Cheng Boyan's chest, her fingertips lightly tracing across her phone screen, stopping at a message at 10:20 p.m.

It was a PDF project file sent by Rao Wanyi, with a note that read: "I suddenly thought of another approach to this plan. What does President Cheng think?"

"It's past ten o'clock, and she's still trying to discuss the project with you. But the content doesn't seem urgent." She looked up, gazing into Cheng Boyan's deep eyes. "So, does she like you?"

Cheng Boyan did not answer immediately. He gently stroked Wen Xueyan's back: "I don't deny that."

"But if she's not talking about a project," he continued, "I generally don't reply. Even if it's project-related, I try to only reply during work hours, unless it's a particularly urgent situation."

Wen Xueyan continued scrolling down and found some information that was indeed private.

Two months ago, there was a message that said, "The new sci-fi movie that just came out recently is getting great reviews. I happen to have two tickets for tomorrow night, want to go see it together?" It was followed by a cute little cat smiling emoji.

Scrolling further, another message caught my eye: "A new French restaurant just opened near my house, and every dish is delicious! Want to go try it together? Consider it a... reward for hardworking CEO Cheng?" This message was accompanied by a playful winking emoji.

Wen Xueyan noticed that even with these eagerly anticipated invitations, Rao Wanyi maintained a proper demeanor. She didn't use overly intimate terms of address, nor did she pester her with questions.

At first, Cheng Boyan replied, "Sorry, I'm busy."

After a few times, he stopped replying to such messages.

Even when Cheng Boyan didn't reply, Rao Wanyi maintained a polite distance, only occasionally sharing some interesting snippets of her life:

"I saw a piece at the art exhibition today that reminded me of the landscape painting hanging in your office. It turns out that Mr. Cheng has a unique eye for art appreciation."

She sensed that Rao Wanyi liked him very much.

Wen Xueyan knew that Rao Wanyi was not superficial. These invitations revealed a wise woman's cautious probing, and the courage of someone who had experienced a failed marriage to still open her heart.

Each message seemed carefully crafted, expressing goodwill while maintaining dignity.

Even in one of the messages that carried a hint of disappointment—"I can sense that you're not very enthusiastic towards me. But I still want to tell you that meeting you was a wonderful thing"—she maintained her elegant demeanor.

Wen Xueyan put down her phone, a mix of emotions welling up inside her. She had to admit that Rao Wanyi was a sincere and courageous woman.

Cheng Boyan noticed her distraction and gently took her hand: "What's wrong?"

"She's a very sincere person," Wen Xueyan said softly. "These invitations... are all very thoughtful. How did you two start contacting each other? I remember you weren't very familiar with each other a little over a year ago."

Cheng Boyan pulled her closer to him. "Can I explain now?"

Wen Xueyan leaned against his firm chest and nodded gently.

"When my company encountered difficulties..." Cheng Boyan's voice was calm as still water, "Xu Junxian applied for asset preservation, which resulted in some of the company's working capital being frozen by the court. The stock price plummeted, and suppliers were demanding payment. That was the biggest crisis I had encountered since taking over the company."

His fingers gently stroked her hair: "The Rao Group was an important supplier to us back then. When everyone was rushing to collect payments, Rao Wanyi's father not only agreed to postpone the payment but also offered to proceed with subsequent projects first, and then consider payment later. I've always remembered this act of kindness in our time of need."

Wen Xueyan raised her head, meeting his deep gaze: "So you're doing this out of gratitude?"

"No. I keep my personal life and work separate. I didn't date her." Cheng Boyan gently shook his head. "I can repay her for her help in business with commercial benefits. But personal feelings..." His voice lowered a few decibels, "After the storm passed, I learned that Rao Wanyi had just divorced. She only started contacting me frequently after learning of Xu Junxian's death."

His long, slender fingers gently stroked Wen Xueyan's cheek: "I've clearly refused her many times, but she never gave up. She's asked me more than once why we, both single, don't try to be together."

He continued, "I did think about telling her directly that I had a girlfriend. But what if she pressed me to tell me who it was? Should I say, 'My girlfriend is Mrs. Xi'? Besides, we were out of contact at the time."

Wen Xueyan's heart skipped a beat. She remembered Rao Wanyi's description of Cheng Boyan in her WeChat Moments as "a man of few words," and it was indeed true; he gave very few responses.

"In those situations where I had to navigate social situations," Cheng Boyan's voice carried a hint of helplessness, "I watched other businessmen attend events with their wives, listened to them talk about their children's funny stories, and all I could think about was you and the baby."

Looking into the deep pain in his eyes, Wen Xueyan suddenly realized that this man had endured far more than she had imagined.

"Then what were the photos she took of the living room?"

"It must have been taken on my birthday, because she only came once. And there was only a living room; there wouldn't be a bedroom or study. My bedroom and study were locked that day."

Cheng Boyan has a strong sense of boundaries.

He opened his phone's photo album: "A week before our reunion, to thank the suppliers who helped me during my difficult time, I hosted a small birthday party at home, inviting many colleagues and friends."

He pulled out a group photo; in it, Rao Wanyi stood at the edge of the crowd, raising a glass with her colleagues. The background was that familiar living room.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Qiao Lanyue; she was there that day too. Rao Wanyi probably took the photo later when someone was sitting on the sofa alone." Cheng Boyan's eyes were open and clear.

Wen Xueyan stared at the photos, recalling what the ancient Greek philosopher Epictetus had said: "It is not the things themselves that trouble people, but their perception of them." It turned out that what had been troubling her all along was not those photos and messages, but her own insecurity.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, "I shouldn't have doubted you."

Cheng Boyan gently lifted her face, his gaze as deep as the sea: "I'm the one who should apologize. It's because I didn't give you enough security that these doubts had a chance to fester."

Then Cheng Boyan grasped Wen Xueyan's wrist and steadily led her to the French windows.

"Look outside." He stood behind her, his voice low.

Wen Xueyan looked up. Under the clear night sky, the Milky Way cascaded down, and stars, like scattered diamonds, fell onto the dark velvet.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his arms strong and firm. Wen Xueyan could feel the warmth from his chest and his unwavering, steady presence.

Cheng Boyan's lips gently landed on the back of her neck, kissing her delicately and attentively.

"Xueyan, I'm hungry..." Cheng Boyan suddenly changed the subject, his masculine aura emanating from him, "I've been hungry for over a year."

These words instantly ignited a hidden spark in the air. Before Wen Xueyan could even respond, he had already taken off her sweater. Then, with a tug, Cheng Boyan's shirt buttons came undone, revealing her delicate skin.

His kiss landed immediately, no longer the gentle probing of before, but filled with a long-suppressed desire. The kiss was deep and lingering, as if his lips and teeth were telling of the longing and waiting he had endured for over a year.

Wen Xueyan could feel the intense heat emanating from his chest, and the shivers brought on by the large hands that roamed over her back.

Just when she thought it would continue, Cheng Boyan suddenly got up and took out a small box from the bedside table drawer.

He opened and tore open the outer packaging of the cardboard box, then took out an individually wrapped security token and gently placed it in her palm.

"Help me put it on," he whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse.

Wen Xueyan's face flushed instantly, and her fingers trembled slightly. Cheng Boyan took her hand and guided her to complete the action.

As Cheng Boyan covered her body again, he said while sucking on her, "C's touch is indeed different from before. The feel here is softer than I remember."

Then came his forceful entry.

Wen Xueyan trembled slightly under his advances, her fingers unconsciously digging into his firm back muscles. That familiar touch made her feel as if she had been transported back to the past, as if the separation of more than a year had been just a long dream.

Cheng Boyan's phone rang again, but he ignored it.

His body temperature radiated, carrying the exact same warmth she remembered. Wen Xueyan closed her eyes, feeling this long-lost intimacy, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Now, the man who had been absent was truly embracing her. His breath brushed against her neck, his heartbeat pressed against her chest—all of this told her: they had truly reunited.

Cheng Boyan seemed to sense her distraction and gently bit her earlobe: "Focus on feeling me." His movements suddenly quickened, causing her to tremble slightly…

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