Chapter 69 Crossing the Boundary

The man paused as he changed his shoes when the door lock clicked open.

The main light in the living room wasn't on; only the strip lights behind the sofa cast a soft glow, like a thin veil over the room.

The slender figure in front of the sofa appeared even more gentle.

Ruan Yi fell asleep on the open documents, moonlight streaming in through the huge glass window and falling on her profile.

Long eyelashes cast a deep shadow beneath her eyes, and her chest rose and fell with her breath, as if she were exhausted.

The faint glow of the light outlined her slightly curled shoulders and neck, and the neckline of her white silk nightgown slipped loosely to one side, revealing half of her snow-white shoulder.

The dark circles under the girl's eyes have gotten worse day by day these past few days.

Before leaving home this morning, she clung to the door frame and made a scene, saying fiercely that she wanted to come with him to meet the client.

Fu Jingchen locked him in the house without hesitation.

Ruan Yi was furious, but she turned around and buried herself in those foreign language contracts.

He knew that Ruan Yi had stayed up for several nights in a row.

Back in school, Ruan Yi had missed Fu Jingchen's class several times because she loved to sleep in. She had never suffered like this before.

It's just that they're stubbornly holding on.

Just so she could hold her head high in the morning and brag to her man, "I understood three more clauses today," her eyes sparkling with pride.

The man walked over quietly, his body reeking of alcohol mixed with a cool fragrance.

She was sleeping so soundly that she didn't even notice him squatting beside her, her breath carrying a faint, sweet fragrance.

Fu Jingchen sighed silently, his arm slipped under her knees, and his other hand firmly supported her waist. With a little effort, he pulled her into his arms and lifted her up.

The girl was fast asleep, her body limp as if boneless. She subconsciously shrank closer to the heat source, and rolled up the hem of her nightgown, revealing a small patch of her delicate waist and abdomen.

Fu Jingchen looked down at the unsuspecting person in his arms, raised his hand and lifted her up a little, so that her head could rest more steadily on his shoulder.

The position wasn't exactly comfortable, but she didn't wake up, and her breathing remained even and deep.

The anger he had suppressed at the dinner table turned into a dull ache in his heart as he was held tightly in the warmth of her arms.

Remembering the undisguised stares from those clients when they looked at Asian women, I walked even more lightly.

The relentless business battle with the Anderson family these past few days has almost drained him of all his energy, and Thrann's relentless pressure is like an impenetrable net.

But when he held the girl's warm skin in his arms, his tense nerves suddenly relaxed a lot.

When Fu Jingchen placed Ruan Yiqing on the bed, he stood by the bedside for a few seconds.

The air was filled with her usual sweet fragrance, mixed with a hint of coffee, which she drank while reviewing reports.

Fu Jingchen leaned down and tentatively touched her cheek. Seeing that she didn't react, he slowly lifted the other side of the blanket and lay down.

As he wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her into his embrace, a sigh escaped his throat.

The girl's body heat seeped through the thin silk nightgown, coursing through her body like an electric current.

First, a very light kiss on the forehead, then on the tip of the nose, with a hint of probing.

Then came the corners of his lips, gently caressing her slightly dry lips, their breaths mingling, allowing him to inhale her scent completely.

His kisses gradually moved downwards, brushing against her fair neck. He deliberately slowed down, his warm breath falling on her sensitive skin.

The person in his arms trembled slightly, but did not wake up.

Finally, he pressed his cheek against her warm, white, undulating skin, listening to her steady and powerful heartbeat.

When her lips touched that soft tip, she gently bit down on that round and lovely rosy color.

When he felt her trembling, he slowed his movements, gently caressing her with his lips and teeth, as if he were handling a ripe fruit.

I only dared to use the gentlest force, feeling that sensitive spot gradually hardening, my breathing becoming heavier.

He dared not use too much force, for fear of disturbing this moment of tenderness, yet he could not bear to stop, as if he wanted to swallow this small, erect thing whole.

Like a desert traveler finding a spring of sweet water, like a dying person grasping at a piece of driftwood.

The man closed his eyes, feeling the lingering pressure: the threat from the Anderson family, the pressure from NovaVoy's internal shareholders, and the counterattack plan devised overnight.

It was as if I was melted by the warmth emanating from this body, and it gradually dissipated with my heavy breathing.

He doesn't regret breaking ties with the Anderson family.

When Thran dared to try to harm her, he never considered turning back.

Seeing her so exhausted now, my heart feels like it's being pricked repeatedly by fine needles.

He would rather Ruan Yi remain the same as when she first joined NovaVoy.

You don't need to understand those cold reports, and you don't need to learn how to engage in verbal battles at the negotiating table.

But when she ran over with the optimized solution, her eyes sparkling, and said, "I feel like I'm much better than you. Am I some kind of business genius?"

The barely suppressed laugh he let out was something he'd never shown even when signing contracts worth hundreds of millions.

The conflict pounded in her mind, but when Ruan Yi unconsciously snuggled into his arms, it all turned into soft indulgence.

"That's it." The man finally released the two pitifully wet tips, kissing the center of her hair, his voice as soft as a dream.

"I wish it could stay like this forever."

The warmth in his arms was like a charging station for him, and her breath became a life-saving charm.

As long as he could hold her like this, he would gladly face anything.

The person in his arms stirred, like a cat seeking warmth, snuggling closer into his embrace.

A lurking giant somewhere was stirred by this unconscious intimacy and began to stir.

He could clearly feel his body's reaction—a desire he had suppressed countless times, a fuse that she alone could easily ignite in him.

But when his gaze fell on her tired sleeping face, that surging desire seemed to be doused with ice water, instantly subsiding.

The man slowly exhaled, reluctantly yet deliberately creating a half-inch, almost imperceptible distance.

Avoid getting too close to her, or you'll hurt her.

My phone, which I don't know where it is, suddenly vibrated, its short buzzing sound particularly clear in the quiet bedroom.

Fu Jingchen opened his eyes almost instantly, his movements swift and decisive, and with a swift reach, he snatched Ruan Yi's phone, which was still vibrating on the bedside table.

As his fingertip hovered above the screen, he immediately checked on the person in his arms. Ruan Yi merely frowned, turned over, and snuggled even deeper into his embrace, her breathing remaining even.

Fu Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief. The moment he turned off the screen with his thumb, a text message preview popped up unexpectedly on the lock screen.

The message bar was filled with comments like "There's something wrong with your brain," one after another, densely packed together.

"You've been illegally living in the US?"

When will you be back?

"What's so great about staying over there?"

"Come back immediately, or the engagement will be moved up."

This tone clearly comes from the Shen family. Only he would speak to Xiaoyi like this; he's a complete idiot.

The feigned toughness in her words almost burst through the screen, yet her questioning was clearly tinged with anxious concern.

Fortunately, Xiaoyi hates this kind of thing the most.

Fu Jingchen stared at this for two seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily.

Deleting the message and blocking someone only takes two steps; this thought surged up, accompanied by an almost savage possessiveness.

The man simply lowered his eyes, gently placed the phone back in its original position, and even restored the screen to its original orientation.

Some boundaries cannot be crossed.

That incongruous person deserved it. He had no connection with this Shen family member. Once he started targeting innocent people, what would happen if he encountered a different name next time?

Is he secretly trying to control her phone, restrict her social interactions, and eventually trap her in a cage where he is all alone?

That would be insane.

He cannot become like that, absolutely not.

The ugly desires that the man had been trying to suppress with reason were now almost bursting out of their cage.