Chapter 23 Su Ruan, who gave you the guts?

Yan Tingnan raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over her suddenly tense knuckles.

"Afraid he'll see?"

His voice was deep and resonant, carrying the casual scrutiny of someone in a superior position.

"Has Assistant Su's audacity to cause trouble waned?"

We absolutely cannot let Yan Yunye break this now!

If Yan Yunye causes trouble, her grand plan to become the stepmother will be nipped in the bud.

The time is not right; we must hold on!

"I'm afraid that if Young Master Yan sees me, it will affect your relationship with your son."

Yan Tingnan smiled, his tone tinged with mockery.

"If I were really worried about that, I wouldn't have let you stay overnight last night."

Seeing that Yan Tingnan didn't react for a long time, Yan Yunye, who was standing outside the car door, knocked on the car window on Yan Tingnan's side.

"dad?"

Seeing this, Su Ruan dug her fingertips into her palm, but her voice was soft and urgent.

"President Yan is of noble character and integrity, of course he is not afraid."

"But I'm scared! What if Young Master Yan thinks I got the projects by sleeping with you? Will I still be able to keep my job as the curatorial assistant?"

Yan Tingnan let out a low laugh, his thin lips slightly parted.

"Whether you take the job as curatorial assistant or not is up to me."

His well-defined fingers once again rested on the car window control buttons.

Su Ruan's pupils contracted.

What a scoundrel!

It's too late!

In a flash, Su Ruan's body moved faster than her mind, and she slid down!

Almost simultaneously—

"Click".

The car window was lowered, leaving only a three-finger-wide gap, enough for sound to travel through.

She shrank into the narrow space, her forehead unexpectedly brushing against the fabric of the man's trousers.

That pose was so suggestive it was almost suggestive.

"dad."

Yan Yunye spoke, his voice coming through the crack.

Because of the limited height and angle of view, one could only barely see Yan Tingnan's cold profile and shoulder line.

Yan Tingnan's posture remained unchanged; he merely gave a faint "hmm" and calmly turned his gaze to his adopted son outside the car.

"What's up?"

Yan Yunye straightened up and forced a smile.

“I want to take on the ‘Breaking the Cocoon’ curatorial project.”

Yan Tingnan lowered his eyes and saw only Su Ruan's black hair, like a docile yet dangerous kitten, lying on his knees.

"reason?"

Yan Tingnan's voice remained unchanged, but his left hand pressed down on the back of her neck.

“I have some new ideas about the contemporary art market recently and I want to put them into practice.”

“I will coordinate with Su Ruan regarding the specifics of future curatorial work.”

Last night, Yan Yunye discovered that Su Ruan had completely blocked and deleted him. The resentment and anger at being provoked kept him awake all night.

He desperately wanted to regain a sense of control, and having her work under his watchful eye was the most legitimate way he could think of to test her.

Su Ruan, who was huddled below, felt her heart sink!

Connect with Yan Yunye?!

Just imagining facing his self-righteous face every day and listening to all sorts of difficult and sarcastic remarks from him is unbearable.

This is worse than making her work overtime until she dies!

She finally managed to climb out of this quagmire, she absolutely cannot sink back in!

Above his head, Yan Tingnan remained silent for two seconds, seemingly weighing his options.

Su Ruan could almost imagine that Yan Tingnan would agree in the next second.

They're adoptive father and son, so we have to give them this much face.

"Hmm, you..."

Yan Tingnan's deep voice rang out, carrying a hint of resignation after careful consideration.

Just as he was about to utter that decisive word, Su Ruan's mind went blank!

I can't worry about that anymore!

She gritted her teeth and bit his wrist!

The force was neither too light nor too heavy, carrying a hint of warning and a desperate, all-or-nothing attitude, like a small animal driven to the brink.

Yan Tingnan's body stiffened abruptly!

A short, muffled groan escaped his throat.

His gaze, lowered, met her upturned face.

Her almond-shaped eyes burned with a stubborn fire, and her lips were still pressed against his wrist.

That posture was both wild and alluring.

Outside the car window, Yan Yunye only saw his father frown slightly, seemingly a little impatient.

He instinctively leaned forward half a step, trying to see inside the car.

Yan Tingnan cupped her slightly cool hair in his large palm, his fingers closing around her.

With a warning tone, he pressed her restless head back down.

"You can't do it."

The three words struck with a cold, hard force, and even the morning breeze seeping through the car window cracks frosted over.

Yan Yunye was stunned: "Dad?"

In the cramped space, Yan Tingnan's body stiffened for a moment.

The images that were forcibly suppressed while copying scriptures last night are showing signs of making a comeback.

His knuckles tightened slightly, and his knuckles turned white.

This little thing always manages to precisely test his willpower.

"The merger and acquisition deal isn't even finished yet, and they're already thinking about the embroidery needle of curating an exhibition?"

Yan Tingnan's voice was so steady that there was no trace of anything amiss, but the muscles in his knees were taut as iron, pressing against that restless head.

“This project is not child’s play.”

"If you can't even hold a plate properly, don't dream of a Manchu Han Imperial Feast."

Hearing this, Su Ruan was satisfied and reassured.

Yan Yunye's face instantly turned ugly.

"The merger and acquisition deal should be finalized by the end of the month, and I have plenty of energy to manage it!"

"Dad, don't worry, leave this project to me..."

Yan Tingnan's gaze swept over Yan Yunye, who was standing frozen outside the car, and interrupted him.

"We'll discuss the project this afternoon."

Yan Tingnan's voice was deep and cold, and his words were concise and to the point.

"I have something to take care of now."

The order to leave was given without any tact.

Yan Yunye was met with a rebuff, and his smile began to falter.

"Okay, then I won't keep you any longer."

The car window rolled up silently, blocking out Yan Yunye's bewildered and unwilling face.

The air inside the car froze instantly, leaving only the sound of their breathing.

Su Ruan slowly raised her head, meeting Yan Tingnan's downcast gaze.

He leaned closer, his hot breath spraying onto her sensitive earlobe, his voice low and husky.

"Su Ruan, who gave you the guts?"

Su Ruan blinked, showing no fear or remorse.

"We were forced into this situation, Mr. Yan, please forgive us?"

She ran her fingers over the slightly damp teeth marks on his trousers, her movements flirtatious.

"How about I blow on it for you?"

Before Su Ruan could finish speaking, the large hand pressing on the back of her neck suddenly exerted force!

The force wasn't heavy, but it carried an irresistible pressure, forcing her to tilt her face up and expose herself completely to his scrutinizing gaze.

"Blow for me?"

He let out a low chuckle, his fingertip brushing against her lower lip, wiping away the unsightly red stain.

"Ha, with that mouth of yours, besides spouting reckless nonsense, can you do anything decent that satisfies me?"

Su Ruan felt a tingling sensation all over her body from the calluses on his palm, and her breathing became erratic.

But he refused to admit defeat verbally.

"There's nothing I can do, the boss is hard to please."

"A hard approach might hurt your teeth, while a soft approach might make me seem cowardly, so I have to find another way."

"If President Yan is still not satisfied, are you going to bite back?"

Yan Tingnan tightened his grip, forcing her closer to him.

Are you sure you want me to bite back?

"I didn't know my own strength when I bit down, crying won't help."

His voice was lowered, carrying a dangerous magnetism.