Chapter 51 Rushing Forward (6) You can... use a little more force. ...
Gu Moheng stepped barefoot across the floor, emerging from the shadows in a few steps. The halo of the corridor lamp fell on his sharply defined profile, his jawline taut.
Wen Chen reached out and pinned his wrist with her fingertips. With a little force, Gu Moheng sat down on the edge of the bed, his back straight, but the muscles in his shoulders and back were taut.
Wen Chen raised her hand, her warm fingertips stroking his furrowed brows, gently smoothing out the deep wrinkles.
"What are you afraid of?" Wen Chen asked.
Gu Moheng's gaze was fixed on Wen Chen's hands, which had finally gained some weight. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his hoarse voice was filled with unspeakable anxiety: "I'm afraid the public opinion will get out of control and affect you."
"I'm even more afraid that the dirty water will splash on you." He looked up, his eyes bloodshot.
Gu Moheng couldn't continue. Wen Chen was the person he cherished in the palm of his hand and hid in the deepest part of his heart. She should forever hang high in the clear sky, admired and praised by the world, instead of being dragged into the mire of worldly affairs and judged by others.
As Wen Chen listened, she suddenly chuckled softly, her fingertips sliding down Gu Moheng's brow, across his nose, and finally stopping at the corner of his tightly pursed lips, gently pressing down on those taut lip lines.
“Gu Moheng, I’ve been working in this industry for eight years, and the trophies I’ve won could fill an entire wall. My work is right there, made of reinforced concrete, it won’t be blown down by the wind or struck by lightning.”
“That’s my confidence.” Wen Chen withdrew his hand, leaned back in his chair, and said calmly, “Apart from the people I care about, all the gossip is just passing by.”
He paused briefly, his gaze locking onto Gu Moheng's eyes with a deep intensity: "All I care about is you. What about you? Do you care?"
"I only care about you." Gu Moheng's voice was very soft.
"That's enough." Wen Chen was satisfied with the answer and immediately stood up, pushing Gu Moheng's shoulders with both hands to lead him to the head of the bed: "Go to sleep. What will it look like with those dark circles under your eyes at the press conference tomorrow?"
He lifted the covers and lay down, shifting to the side to make room for himself.
Gu Moheng stood frozen in the darkness for a few seconds, his fingertips slightly curled, before groping his way to the bed. The mattress sank gently, causing a slight tremor. He lay upright, his hands neatly placed at his sides, his body taut like a stone. There was a fist's distance between them, within reach, yet seemingly separated by an invisible boundary, which he dared not cross even slightly.
"Smack."
Wen Chen turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness instantly. Only the faint light from the snowy night outside the window refracted in, outlining the blurry contours of the furniture and casting two shadows on the bed.
Gu Moheng was not asleep; his breathing was heavier than usual, amplified in the quiet night.
Time passed by, second by second.
"Wen Chen".
In the darkness, a man's voice came softly.
"Hmm?" Wen Chen didn't open his eyes, his voice was lazy and he sounded like he was just about to fall asleep.
"tomorrow……"
Gu Moheng paused for a long time.
"May I hold your hand when we go on stage?"
Wen Chen opened her eyes in the darkness.
Gu Moheng waited a few seconds, but received no response, and his fingertips grew slightly cold. Just as he was about to say, "It's okay if it doesn't work," a dry, warm hand suddenly reached out accurately from the darkness and grabbed his hand.
"No need to wait until tomorrow."
Wen Chen's voice was tinged with laughter, deep and pleasant, especially alluring in the darkness, "You can practice now."
The taut string of reason in Gu Moheng's mind snapped completely. All restraint vanished in the face of Wen Chen's indulgence.
"Wen Chen..."
Gu Moheng grabbed that hand tightly with his other hand.
The next second.
The world spun around.
Wen Chen felt a sudden weight on his body as he was forcefully pressed into the soft mattress. Gu Moheng rolled over and forcefully pressed his knee between Wen Chen's legs. His movements were as swift as a cheetah hunting its prey, firmly pinning Wen Chen beneath him.
An intense masculine aura swept over him, carrying an irresistible aggressiveness.
The darkness amplified all the senses. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, perfectly aligned, their body heat seeping through their clothes.
Wen Chen groaned softly, offering no resistance. Gu Moheng's rapid breath sprayed onto the side of his neck, incredibly hot. The body pressed against Wen Chen trembled slightly from intense desire.
However, just as things were about to spiral out of control, Gu Moheng managed to bring the car to a stop.
His hot breath was still burning, but the trembling in his body gradually subsided. "Is it okay?" Gu Moheng's voice was hoarse.
He was seeking consent.
Even though the beast in his heart was already roaring with the desire to tear the person in front of him apart and devour him, he still stopped at the last moment and completely handed over the choice to Wen Chen.
Wen Chen smiled in the darkness. He raised his hand and wrapped it around Gu Moheng's slender waist, pulling them closer together until they could clearly feel each other's disordered heartbeats.
The next second, Wen Chen raised his head and kissed those lips that were cautious yet extremely eager.
It's not just permission, it's a proactive invitation.
Gu Moheng's reason was completely burned away. He lowered his head, his lips and teeth forcefully pressing against the softness he had longed for for eight years, almost fiercely returning the kiss. His tongue ruthlessly pried open his teeth, his hot breath sweeping over him. He poured out all the longing and desire that had been suppressed for years in this predatory kiss. The wet, hot sound of their lips grinding together mingled with their rapid breathing.
The rustling sound of clothes rubbing together was especially clear in the night. Two buttons on Wen Chen's pajamas popped open, and before the cool air could even touch her skin, it was firmly covered by Gu Moheng's burning hot palm.
Outside the window, the wind and snow raged fiercely, howling as if to engulf the heavens and earth. But inside the blankets, the temperature was a different kind of warmth, enough to melt away the ice and snow. The heat of skin against skin, the burning heat of breath mingling.
Gu Moheng seemed determined to make up for every single second he had missed over the past eight years. In the darkness, he lowered his head, tracing Wen Chen's features over and over again, from her smooth forehead to her straight nose, then down her jawline to her bobbing Adam's apple. The kiss was fierce, like two long-suppressed beasts seeking solace in each other, their lips and teeth tearing at each other, a bloody exploration and surrender.
His fingers frantically peeled away the obstruction, several buttons on his expensive shirt popped off, and cold metal beads rolled onto the thick carpet with a soft rustling sound before being swallowed by the plush surface.
Wen Chen did not move, letting the person on top of her take as they pleased. Her eyes were half-closed in the darkness, and the temperature in her eyes gradually rose, tinged with a tenderness different from usual.
Gu Moheng's kisses traveled down Wen Chen's neck, his hot breath spraying onto her skin, sending shivers down her spine. His delicate kisses landed on the hollow of her collarbone, with a light biting force, leaving marks of varying depths. His movements slowed slightly; his fingertips, through the thin fabric, slid down Wen Chen's waist, past the soft curve of her side, finally stopping at the back of her knees.
He leaned down slightly, his warm lips gently pressing against Wen Chen's slightly cool knee, where the skin was very delicate. Gu Moheng's breath traveled slowly upwards from the inside of her knee, soft and drawn-out, his hot breath seeping through her clothes, gradually warming Wen Chen's body. Her breathing became completely erratic, and a very soft groan escaped her throat. Her half-closed eyes widened slightly, reflecting the snowy light outside the window, rippling with delicate waves.
He could clearly feel the scalding kisses traveling upwards, each touch feeling like an electric current, making his whole body tingle.
Wen Chen suddenly raised her hand and gently gripped Gu Moheng's wrist. The force was light, but it brought all the passionate movements to an abrupt halt.
Gu Moheng froze instantly. He slowly raised his head from Wen Chen's neck, his eyes, which were usually decisive and never showed any panic, were now filled with fear and confusion.
"What's wrong?" Gu Moheng's voice was terribly hoarse, and the blush at the corner of his eyes from the emotion hadn't faded yet. "Was I... too hasty?"
Using the dim light of the snowy night outside the window, Wen Chen could see the thin layer of tears in Gu Moheng's eyes. He suddenly rolled over, and in a dizzying motion, their positions were completely reversed. Wen Chen, propped up on his arms, looked down at the man he was pinning down.
Gu Moheng obediently lay down on the messy bed, subconsciously opening his arms.
Wen Chen's fingers slid down along the lines of Gu Moheng's taut abdominal muscles, the tips of his fingers carrying a slightly cool temperature, finally stopping at the edge of his dark gray pajama pants, gently caressing it. Gu Moheng's breath caught in his throat instantly, his abdominal muscles tensed sharply, and his eyes were filled with intense anticipation.
But Wen Chen's fingers did not continue downwards. They remained where they were, feeling the muscles under his fingertips tremble slightly from their extreme tension, and feeling the vibrations transmitted through his chest from his suddenly accelerated heartbeat.
Gu Moheng's breathing became completely disordered, his chest heaving violently like a fish on the verge of suffocation, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Relax." Wen Chen's voice was low, with a hint of husky mockery, sounding especially dangerous in the darkness. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against Gu Moheng's bobbing Adam's apple, his breath warm.
Wen Chen leaned down and bit down on the delicate skin on Gu Moheng's neck, showing no mercy and even tasting a hint of rust.
Gu Moheng groaned, but his neck obediently tilted back, exposing his skin completely to the teeth. The pain instantly brought him to his senses, yet strangely, it also gave him an almost morbid sense of relief.
"Does it hurt?" Wen Chensong asked, wiping away a drop of blood with his thumb, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
"It doesn't hurt," Gu Moheng said with a hint of ingratiation. "You can... use a little more force."
Looking at his humble, almost groveling appearance, Wen Chen felt the nameless anger in his heart burn even more fiercely. This man before him was clearly a powerful figure controlling a vast business empire, yet now he was beneath him, completely open and subservient, allowing Wen Chen to take whatever he wanted. This extreme contrast filled Wen Chen with an indescribable bitterness.
The next second, without giving Gu Moheng any time to prepare, the last barrier between the two was completely torn apart.
The wind and snow outside seemed to rage even more fiercely, howling and pounding against the glass, drowning out the suppressed breathing and faint sobs inside. Gu Moheng trembled all over in pain, large beads of cold sweat rolling down his forehead and disappearing into his temples.
Gu Moheng struggled to lift his eyelids. His deep eyes were unfocused, but he still kept his gaze on Wen Chen's face, unwilling to look away for even a minute.
"Wen Chen... Wen Chen..." he called the name over and over again.
Gu Moheng felt like a small boat, tossed and turned in the storm created by Wen Chen, his soul about to be shattered.
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As dawn broke, the heavy blackout curtains were abruptly pulled open by a slender hand. Blinding white light rushed into the room, illuminating the disheveled bedding and scattered clothes on the bed.
Gu Moheng subconsciously reached out to block, but his palm touched a warm part of his waist.
"I'm up."
Wen Chen stood by the bed, already fully dressed. His bespoke suit was impeccably tailored with smooth shoulder lines, except for a few faint red marks on the side of his neck, a testament to the near-out-of-control madness of the previous night.
Gu Moheng sat up groggily, the blanket slipping down to reveal his well-defined muscles covered in hickeys of varying depths, a stark contrast to his usual meticulous demeanor. He stared at Wen Chen's hand as he tied his tie, his voice still hoarse from just waking up: "So early?"
"The press conference is at three o'clock, but I need to go to the venue first to go over the procedures." Wen Chen fastened his tie, adjusted his bow tie, turned around, looked down at him, and urged, "Mr. Gu, your dark blue suit is on the hanger. You have twenty minutes."
Gu Moheng immediately threw off the covers and got out of bed. It wasn't until he stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at the man in the mirror, whose eyes had faint dark circles and whose expression couldn't hide his satisfaction, that he belatedly felt a pang of panic.
Should we really go public?
Those flashing lights will be like knives, dissecting Wen Chen's private life, and those malicious speculations will tarnish the reputation Wen Chen has worked so hard for over the years.
He turned on the tap, and the icy water splashed on his face, but it couldn't quell the anxiety in his heart. He paused in washing his face, water droplets dripping down his jawline and splashing tiny water droplets on the sink.
If you change your mind now...
"Gu Moheng."
Wen Chen's voice came through the bathroom door, carrying a hint of certainty that he already knew everything, "Don't do any pointless mental preparation, and don't even think about getting Qin Shu to remove the trending topic."
"come out."
Gu Moheng closed his eyes, wiped his face haphazardly, pushed open the door and went out. The hesitation in his eyes was replaced by determination the moment Wen Chen's voice rang out.
The atmosphere in the car on the way to the press conference was chillingly tense. Gu Moheng gripped a tablet tightly, his knuckles turning white. On the screen were dozens of contingency plans sent by the public relations department, covering everything from reporters' questions to public opinion management, filling the page with dense text.
“Security is still insufficient. I’ve deployed Mosheng’s security team from nearby cities, and added two layers of protective fencing around the perimeter.” He spoke rapidly, seemingly trying to mask his anxiety. “I’ve already had the questions screened; anything too pointed…”
As he spoke, a slightly cool hand covered the back of his hand. Wen Chen turned his head to look at the snow scene outside the window. Snowflakes fell on the car window and instantly melted into watermarks. He didn't even turn his head: "President Gu, are you going to war or to a press conference?"
“I’m protecting you.” Gu Moheng gripped his hand tightly, the grip so strong it hurt, his tone stubborn. “You don’t know how crazy those media outlets are; they’ll say anything.”
“I know.” Wen Chen turned her head, her clear eyes looking directly at him, without the slightest fear in them, only pure certainty. “But I also know that if you are not even willing to give me this much trust, then we don’t need to go on stage.”
Gu Moheng fell silent instantly, like a snake whose vital point had been pinched. He lowered his eyelids, looking at their clasped hands, his knuckles slowly loosening, his voice lowering: "...I'll listen to you."
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