Chapter 81 Leaving
Lin Yan's words "I'm full" were spoken with unquestionable force, and he almost half dragged and half hugged me away from the suffocating dining table.
The moment the door clicked shut behind me, a barrage of kisses began to fall, carrying a sense of punishment and assertion of sovereignty, rudely blocking all my attempts to explain.
"Well... Lin Yan... listen to me..." My struggles and excuses were easily swallowed up by him.
"Baby, I know," he panted, his hot lips and tongue lingering on the side of my neck, his voice hoarse and dangerous, "I haven't been with you enough lately... Don't worry, I'll be with you now..."
The ignited possessive desire was like an out-of-control wildfire. At this moment, Lin Yan simply could not listen to any logic or explanation.
I know his situation too well.
Resistance is futile and will only add fuel to the fire.
I closed my eyes resignedly and let him push me against the door, letting his angry passion sweep me away, dismantle me, and then reassemble me.
Until... his movements gradually slowed down, with a kind of afterthought, lazy and annoying feeling.
I took advantage of the opportunity to grab his sweaty arm and said, "It was Qin Zheng... He did it on purpose... I didn't talk to him about that..."
"Oh, it's fate..." He hummed, his fingers pinching my waist punishingly.
"Those...are things Qin Wan and I discussed!"
I hurriedly defended myself, afraid he wouldn't believe me. "I don't understand... why would Qin Zheng... say that... He must have... done it on purpose! This afternoon he only asked me when I was leaving... He felt like we were getting in his way... Tonight... he must have been deliberately provoking you... to get us to leave quickly..."
Lin Yan paused suddenly, then exerted force with his waist and abdomen.
"ah--!"
"Wife," he leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips, with a determination that left no room for debate, "no matter why he did it. I don't want to stay here anymore."
He raised his head, his deep eyes locked with mine, the emotions surging in them were complex and difficult to discern, "I'll leave tomorrow."
"...Okay." I hugged his neck tiredly and buried my face in his sweaty neck.
I feel mixed emotions.
After many twists and turns, Qin Zheng finally achieved his goal in this frustrating way.
As we were indulging in this intimacy that felt like punishment, a pair of footsteps stopped silently on the carpet in the corridor outside the door.
Qin Zheng lowered his eyes and listened intently to the blushing noises faintly coming from behind the door.
After a moment, a cold, triumphant smile slowly spread across his lips.
He turned and left quietly.
Lin Yan finally asked for it several times.
After the anger subsided, the movements became much gentler, but the possessiveness that penetrated deep into my bones and the grinding strength still made me exhausted.
He whispered words of love repeatedly in my ear and forced me to look at him, as if he wanted to brand my soul with his mark.
"Wife...I love you...I love you so much..."
"Ruirui... look at me... I want to see your face..."
"Baby...I love you..."
When I woke up the next day, all the bones in my body felt like they had been disassembled and reassembled, and my waist and legs were so sore that they didn't feel like my own.
I struggled to open my eyes and saw Lin Yan with his back to me, folding clothes into the suitcase in an orderly manner.
The morning light outlined the straight lines of his shoulders and back.
Seeing me wake up, he immediately turned around, with a satisfied, almost brilliant smile on his face, and leaned over to press a kiss on my forehead: "Baby, are you awake? We're moving out today."
I collapsed on the bed, exhausted, my voice hoarse, "Boss Lin... you're still jealous...?"
When this was mentioned, the smile in Lin Yan's eyes instantly faded, covered with a layer of cold light.
"Ruirui," he said in a low voice, "He went too far. In front of me." He spoke almost word by word.
"However," he changed the subject, a cold smile on his face, "since he wants us to leave so badly, then let him do as he wishes. But this matter..."
His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. "It's not over yet. I have to thoroughly investigate the origins of this 'good student'..."
My heart skipped a beat. It was over.
Once Boss Lin's brain, which is comparable to a criminal investigation, starts working...
Qin Zheng, you're on your own.
When everything was packed and ready to leave, Lin's father just came back.
He looked at the two of us standing in the living room dragging our suitcases, was silent for a moment, walked over, and patted our shoulders hard with his heavy hands.
There were no extra words, only a heavy sentence: "The road ahead... is still long." When his eyes swept over Lin Yan, there was a hint of imperceptible depth.
Lin Heng also ran back from outside, panting, with a look of astonishment on his face: "Brother! Sister-in-law! Why are you leaving so suddenly?"
Lin Yan glared at him angrily: "You little bastard! You're not home all day and you don't even talk to your sister-in-law. Isn't it right for your sister-in-law to leave?"
A trace of guilt flashed across Lin Heng's face. He scratched his hair and looked at me: "Sister-in-law... I'm sorry. Wait... I'll come to play with you guys later?"
I smiled and raised my hand to ruffle his messy hair: "Okay, there are plenty of opportunities."
She glanced at his slightly pale face and the faint dark circles under his eyes, and sighed inwardly.
Qin Wan and Qin Zheng also came over and stood a few steps away, maintaining superficial courtesy as they said goodbye.
Lin Yan's gaze pierced Qin Zheng like an ice cone. The latter still had that gentle and humble smile on his face, and bowed slightly, as if everything that happened last night and this morning had never happened.
Naturally, I didn't give him a good look and turned my eyes away coldly.
Before leaving, he glanced at Lin Heng inadvertently, but happened to meet Qin Zheng's gaze on him - that look, like a cold spider web, with silent possession and control, firmly stuck to Lin Heng.
I hope this kid... can figure it out quickly.
I withdrew my gaze, and with fatigue all over my body and indescribable complicated emotions, Lin Yan held my shoulders and stepped out of this gorgeous but suffocating cage.
The car door closed, isolating the outside world.
Lin Yan started the engine and the car slowly drove away from the Lin family's gate.
In the rearview mirror, Qin Zheng's figure was standing at the door. The gentle smile on his face seemed increasingly cold and weird as the distance gradually widened.
My tense nerves finally relaxed, I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes tiredly.
The pain in my waist and legs came over me belatedly, and I couldn't help but let out a slight gasp.
"Ruirui, does it hurt?" Lin Yan's voice came from the side, with a hint of imperceptible heartache and... laziness after being satisfied.
I was too lazy to open my eyes and snorted twice: "What do you think? Boss Lin is so arrogant."
He stretched out a hand, placed his warm palm on the back of my hand resting on my leg, and squeezed it gently.
He obviously knew that he had gone too far, and silence stretched out in the car for a while.
"Ruirui, I'm sorry."
The car drove into the main road, and the flowing city scenery was outside the window.
Actually, I was too lazy to argue with him. We didn't see each other much these days, so I expected him to go crazy like that.
But this matter must be resolved sooner or later, otherwise he may get sick somewhere else in the future.
"Are you hungry? Looking for a place to have breakfast?" he asked.
"Yeah." I still closed my eyes.
After a while, he seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be talking to me: "After you go back, take a good rest for two days. Then..."
He paused, his voice filled with unquestionable certainty, "I'll send someone to Fengcheng to investigate."
I opened my eyes and looked sideways at him.
He stared straight ahead, his jawline set tight, his eyes sharp and focused.
I knew he was talking about Qin Zheng.
The familiar momentum that belonged to Lin Yan, which was to never let go once locking onto a target, returned.
"Yeah." I responded and closed my eyes again.
My body was tired and my mind was in a mess, but leaning against him and listening to the steady roar of the engine, a sense of relaxation after surviving the disaster finally and slowly spread.
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