Chapter 29 The Domineering CEO [VIP]

This was probably the first time Qingran had seen Yan Chen dressed in full formal attire.

The black, thin-soled leather shoes were polished very clean by the maid. As she sat down, a section of white sock was exposed at her ankle. The straight, wide trouser legs outlined her long, straight legs. The fabric on her legs was taut, but there were some wrinkles at the top of her legs.

Above the curve, the belt buckle reflected a slight metallic sheen. The man's coat was unbuttoned, revealing a neat white shirt underneath, the loose collar enveloping his slender neck.

At that moment, his Adam's apple bobbed, and a familiar, deep male voice broke the silence.

"I'm just sitting here casually, you can pretend you didn't see me."

What a coincidence! I just happened to walk into his neighborhood and then just happened to walk to his apartment building.

How did you get in?

Qingran sat down next to him and asked.

After a while, Yan Chen said, "...I own more than one property in this neighborhood."

No wonder.

Yan Chen felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

He just...missed him too much.

So the thought of being closer to him, sitting under the same sky, breathing the same air, seemed to comfort me that he hadn't gone too far.

Will Qingran find it annoying to see him, like a haunting ghost?

Yan Chen mocked himself inwardly.

He would rather Qingran pretend she didn't see him turn and leave than sit next to him and give him a glimmer of hope.

Would you like something to eat?

Qingran asked him, then opened the plastic bag and handed it to the man's side.

She caught a whiff of something near the back of her nose, then naturally tilted her head and sniffed around the man's collar.

It has a sweet and sour grape aroma with a faint, almost imperceptible woody scent.

Having pinpointed the source of the smell, Qingran asked, "Have you been drinking?"

Yan Chen subconsciously slowed his breathing, and stared blankly at the clean features illuminated by the streetlights so close to him.

Hearing the question.

"Not much, just some red wine served before the meal."

Knowing the inside story, Qingran didn't ask any more questions. Confirming that the man had no interest in eating, she took out a can of alcoholic beverage from her bag.

"Sizzle."

With a bubbly sound as the can was opened, Qingran tilted her head back and took a sip of the chilled sparkling wine.

The icy liquor slid down my throat, I savored the sharp, tingling sensation on my tongue and the sweet and sour aftertaste, then turned the can over to check the flavor.

It's grape flavored too.

It was late at night, and the deserted neighborhood was very quiet.

The two sat quietly without saying a word.

Qingran finished her drink and handed the empty can to the man to throw away.

In the past, when he was feeling lazy, he liked to have Yan Chen do it for him.

The familiar movements made the man feel dazed, as if he had returned to the days when they were intimately close.

Then my thoughts returned, and the cold reality caused a dull, persistent pain in my heart. It wasn't intense, but it was continuous and impossible to ignore.

The man silently took the can and stood up. The cool, damp temperature of the can seemed to sober him up a bit.

She spoke slowly, "I'm leaving now that I've lost my things. You should go upstairs and rest."

His shadow, elongated by the streetlights, appeared tall and lonely on the ground.

"What if I wanted you to come back?"

Yan Chen tightened his grip on something at his side, as if warning himself, "...It's too late."

It seems to simply refer to time, but it also seems not to.

Qingran lazily stepped on her shadow on the ground: "But I still want to chat with Achen."

The man did not answer again; his shadow lingered on the ground for a moment before fading into the distance.

The system, which had been observing the entire process, kept its mouth shut and dared not utter a word.

It's all its fault for not grasping the key point at the beginning, and for repeatedly reminding the host to follow the plot.

Then the host actually followed the plot, but not only did the mission have nothing to do with the plot, the host also lost the male lead.

After struggling for a while, I cautiously sought verification.

[Host, have you fallen for the male lead?]

Qingran remained silent, her gaze fixed on the figure turning back in the distance.

The man seemed to have etiquette ingrained in his bones; he stood up and buttoned up his suit jacket, the formal attire further emphasizing his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

He strode to a spot a step in front of Qingran and stopped, looking down at her: "Qingran."

The man's eyes held a suppressed pain: "Does seeing me suffer make you happy?"

Would you feel happy to give someone a glimmer of hope only to tear it apart with your own hands and watch them fall from heaven to hell?

Qingran parted her lips.

"Don't lie to me," Yan Chen said, his throat so dry it hurt, and he could almost taste the blood.

“I didn’t mean to cause you pain,” Qingran said, standing up and meeting the man’s gaze. “But I have to admit that I love the reason behind my pain.”

He gently stroked the man's handsome profile: "I told you, the way you reluctantly admit you're falling for someone is captivating."

"But later, I realized that I would love you even more when you lost control and became irrational for me."

All Yan Chen could hear were three words: I love you.

He sadly didn't know whether he should believe it.

Reason prevented him from falling into the trap of lies again, but emotion whispered a seductive spell:

What does it matter? At least Qingran is still willing to lie to him.

With his heart trembling, Yan Chen covered his face with his hand as if resigned, and said hoarsely, "If you're going to lie to me, then lie to me for the rest of your life."

The man stood backlit in front of me, his brows and eyes deep-set, his nose straight. Dust particles in the air resembled swirling snowflakes, intertwining with his black hair.

His figure exuded an aloofness and coldness, but his gaze toward Qingran was particularly focused.

This tree, growing atop a snow-capped mountain and nurtured by ice and snow, finally took root and sprouted, blossoming with flowers that carried both pain and love.

Qingran stared at it for a while, and felt a little tempted to kiss it.

But considering that the man might not be able to accept it right away, she hesitated whether to be understanding and give him time to adjust.

After all, Yan Chen used to always brush him off by saying he wasn't ready.

As she pondered, the man's handsome features drew closer, forcing Qingran to meet his gaze.

"Qingran, the thing I regret most is giving you the opportunity to choose."

Yan Chen cupped his face and lowered his head to kiss him.

As their lips met, Qingran experienced the grape aroma and warm woody notes more intensely. The subtle scent of wine mingled with the man's refreshing citrus scent, creating a suffocating dizziness.

Qingran silently hooked her arms around the back of the man's neck, and after exchanging a deep kiss, she was lifted up and carried horizontally.

He grabbed the man's collar: "You're not going to ask me if I can this time?"

Yan Chen lowered his head, his eyes dark and unfathomable: "I know what you want."

Not only in this matter, but in many other things, Qingran never deliberately hid or concealed anything. He knew that Qingran's choice of money was definitely not because she liked money...

"I left because there was something I had wanted for a long time."

The man stiffened slightly: "So, did you get it?" He carried him into the elevator as if nothing had happened.

"No, I only realized it had nothing to do with this matter after I left."

Qingran, bored, teased his Adam's apple: "You don't mind?"

Yan Chen tugged at the corner of his mouth and shook his head: "I have things I care about more."

He feared losing more than lying.

He knew exactly which floor Qingran lived on, pressed the elevator button for the correct floor, opened the door and entered the house. The two couldn't wait to kiss each other in the entryway.

The room was dark, with no lights on, and the only sound was the two people's rapid breathing.

Pressed against the wall, Qingran cooperated and allowed the man to hold her hands and raise them above her head.

This was an extremely forceful and aggressive move, yet it made his heart race and the blood in his veins surge with excitement.

The man's kiss was urgent; he turned his head to the left and right, deliberately preventing the kiss from going deeper, and the kiss landed on his cheek and the corner of his lips.

The man, unable to bear it any longer, mimicked Qingran's past actions and lightly bit him, saying in a hoarse voice, "Open your mouth."

In the dim light, the image of lovers parting their lips and probing their tongues in invitation is faintly visible.

Yan Chen's breathing tightened, and he leaned down to kiss his lover's chin, his thumb and forefinger gripping hers.

Warm breath sprayed onto my face.

Qingran narrowed her eyes slightly, relaxed her body, and handed the initiative over to the person in front of her.

In a short period of time, the man's kissing skills improved rapidly, from being conventional in the past to now being able to easily arouse his desire.

The lingering kisses on the lips and tongue moved to the palate, followed by a tingling sensation that spread from the mouth to the back of the head, penetrating the skin and invading the nerve endings, making the scalp tingle with pleasure.

Qingran let out a low murmur.

"My snacks..." I left them downstairs in the apartment complex and forgot to bring them back.

"I'll pay you double, or ten times, or a hundred times..."

The cumbersome coat fell to the ground, and the shirt buttons were undone one by one. Qingran placed her palm on the man's chest.

The skin beneath my palm is soft yet resilient, with an excellent feel.

Most importantly, you can hear the rapid, pounding heartbeat almost without having to look for it.

The rhythmic beating traveled through his chest to his palms, so intense, so vibrant.

Something shook and bumped into Qingran's hand.

He focused intently on the target and discovered it was the amber he had given to Yan Chen, now made into a pendant and hanging closest to the man's heart, warmed by his body temperature.

"Ao Ran."

"Um?"

The man kissed his earlobe and hugged him tightly.

I can be captured, but...

"do not leave Me."

...

The noise in the room didn't subside until dawn.

As the crescent moon sank in the west and a sliver of golden light leaped out of the eastern horizon, Yan Chen drew the blackout curtains in his bedroom and came into the living room.

He called Hong Yue: "I'm not going to the company today."

Hong Yue heard his hoarse voice: "You drank again tonight?"

"...No." It was just that what happened last night made him feel like he was drunk and in a dream.

After instructing Hong Yue, Yan Chen went downstairs to buy some things and discovered that the bag of snacks he had left behind hadn't been picked up, so he brought it back with him.

Qingran was surprised to find that he hadn't gone to work when she woke up. After eating the food the man fed her, the two spent another day together in the house.

Of course, she refused to use anything the man bought, no matter what.

On the third day, Qingran, tired of eating meat, finally decided to kick Yan Chen out of the house. Well, this was all for Yan Chen's health.

On the day Yan Chen left for work, Qing Ran received messages from him every now and then.

Instead of asking Qingran what she was doing, they explained her schedule, whether it was attending meetings, handling documents, or socializing with others.

Qingran sometimes replies and sometimes doesn't. When he doesn't reply, the man's messages become more frequent.

Qingran, who had noticed something amiss, was strolling outside at the time.

Beijing is indeed much more prosperous than Feixian, with high-rise buildings everywhere, and even the streets and buildings look brighter and cleaner than those in Feixian.

After looking around, I sent a message to Yan Chen.

Where is your company located?

Changsheng headquarters, president's office.

Yan Chen smiled with pleasure after reading the reply, which startled Secretary Wei, who had come to submit the materials.

The wise Yan Chen naturally understood the meaning behind those words, as he could discern their deeper meaning from the sound of the strings.

He glanced at his watch and said to Secretary Wei, "Work isn't busy today, everyone can leave early."

Secretary Wei, still reeling from the smile she had just worn, grew increasingly terrified. Had the sun risen in the west today?

In any case, being able to leave work early is always something to be happy about.

The group of secretaries from the president's office walked out of the Changsheng Building almost one after the other, just as Yan Chen and Hong Yue were leaving.

Then, upon seeing the handsome and otherworldly-looking man outside the building, they stopped in their tracks along with their CEO and assistant.

When Yan Chen actually saw the person he expected at the company entrance, he found himself feeling a bit apprehensive, like someone returning home for the first time.

How far is Qingran willing to go with him? Or does she only see him as...?

Under the gazes of the crowd, some amazed and some silent, Qingran walked to Yan Chen with her hands behind her back.

He said with a smile, "Sir, I think you're good-looking. How about we become friends?"

This was the answer he once gave to the police.

Wow, this is the first time I've ever seen someone blocking Yan's way and trying to chat him up! And it's a guy!

Although the other party was very beautiful, the secretaries who knew President Yan's personality had no hope of getting a good response from the conversation.

Only Hong Yue sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, the man's expression softened, and he answered with a single word.

"good."

As soon as she finished speaking, a bouquet of wrapped roses appeared before her, their rich and vibrant red a fiery, intense bloom.

Qingran offered the rose and asked, "Would I have the honor of inviting you to dinner?"

A note from the author:

This world ends tomorrow~

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