Chapter 94 Lin Langyi X Yuan Chuyu's Sweet Daily Life
Lin Langyi regretted that she had shouted the slogan "No long-distance relationships" too loudly in the past, which led the people around her to take it for granted that it was her "veto system".
She was confident that being with Yuan Chuyu now had dispelled the rumors about how much she valued this principle.
Facts speak louder than words.
Little did anyone know that Yuan Chuyu, the person who provided the proof, was actually secretly deeply concerned despite his outwardly calm demeanor.
When Bian Shu returned to M country, Yuan Chuyu accompanied her to the airport to see her off.
This was actually quite normal, since Bian Shu had been staying at Yingyuan's sanatorium for so long and should have gotten to know Yuan Chuyu quite well. So Yuan Chuyu's personal farewell was a polite gesture of "meeting is fate".
These are Lin Langyi's thoughts.
The human brain has a limited storage capacity. Work takes up so much of her brain's memory, so it's normal that she's not sensitive to other things.
Lin Langyi watched with great satisfaction as the two men, who had always been "relatively normal" in their conduct, made their routine farewell, finding everything quite ordinary and fair.
She watched as Yuan Chuyu, acting like a host, presented Bian Shu with a lot of local specialties and gifts. Apart from the gifts for him, the other half were presented as thanks to Professor Humphrey and Ms. Temi from the experimental field for their concern for Lin Langyi.
Lin Langyi had long since skipped over the fact that she had become close friends with the professor and Taimi despite their age difference, and that taking every opportunity to bring them a little something was the way adults should get along.
"Thank you for your help." Lin Langyi thanked Bian Shu while glancing at Yuan Chuyu standing next to her, thinking to herself that this man was indeed experienced.
"It's alright." Bian Shu's gaze remained fixed on her face, not missing the glance she gave Yuan Chuyu.
She also didn't miss Yuan Chuyu's possessive gesture of wrapping his arm around Lin Langyi with a slight smile and placing his wrist on her waist.
Yuan Chuyu displayed the airs of the host to the fullest, and added politely, "Zhuzhu and I are both quite busy, so thank you for your help this time. If there is a chance in the future, I will come to visit the professor with her."
Bian Shu withdrew his gaze from the arm that was around the person and said to Lin Langyi, "It's alright. If you need any help contacting anyone, just let me know."
"Even when the company was cultivating Haizhu, if there were any technical questions, they could call me via video call... Although it was a long-distance relationship, it wasn't a problem."
He spoke without looking away, his expression normal: "It's like during winter and summer breaks in college, when you and I would make PowerPoint presentations together via video call, like an online library."
Lin Langyi nodded, and just as she made an "OK" sign, she vaguely felt the arm on her side tighten slightly.
"Anyway, it's fine anytime." Bian Shu naturally turned his head to look at his shoulder, adjusted his laptop bag, and put the hat that Lin Langyi had bought for him when he injured his head on the bag strap.
He emphasized a second time: "Although we are in different places, you know I sleep very little, so you don't need to worry about the time difference. Just contact me if you need anything."
Anyone who hears this would reply with concern, "Thank you, but don't overwork yourself. Take it easy."
That's what Lin Langyi said.
Yuan Chuyu refrained from interrupting and, with gentlemanly manners, gave all the time to the two of them. Only after hearing this sentence did he casually adjust the brim of his baseball cap with his free hand.
Oh right, he's dressed extra casually today, just to match his hat.
At the baseball field, she was wearing a matching men's hat. Yuan Chuyu had previously promised to accompany her to see the movie she wanted to see. After the movie ended, he turned around and said, "Want to take a look?" leading her into the store. Then, with a very clear purpose, he tried on the hat.
Amid the saleswoman's heartfelt praise, Lin Langyi was forced to swallow her original thought, "He looks good in anything," because she realized that Yuan Chuyu seemed to genuinely like him.
He took off his hat, held it in his hand, and slowly turned it to examine it. His eyelashes lifted slightly as he glanced at her with a smile, his eyes sparkling.
It was truly rare to hear a word of liking from President Yuan, who always spoke gently with "whatever" and "it's up to you." Lin Langyi, always generous, readily swiped her card for him.
But after that, he didn't wear it much.
After all, he usually wears a suit and tie at the company, looking every bit the elite. It would be too strange if he were to wear a casual hat out of the blue.
But today, it's rare to see him take it out and wear it.
On the way to the airport, Bian Shu glanced at Yuan Chuyu's hat, which he never took off, whether indoors or outdoors, as if it were welded to his head.
Lin Langyi originally thought that Bian Shu was just surprised by Yuan Chuyu's casual attire, but when she saw that Bian Shu was also wearing a hat that she had bought for him on his laptop bag, she suddenly realized the truth.
I'm sorry, this is really a coincidence, and it's a coincidence that Yuan Chuyuqiang was the one who asked for it.
Amidst the strange yet seemingly nonchalant atmosphere among the group, Lin Langyi secretly advised Yuan Chuyu, "Isn't it unnecessary to wear a hat indoors?"
Yuan Chuyu calmly took off his hat, speaking with great composure, and the next second, the hat was on her head.
Lin Langyi's view was completely blocked. She raised her hand and lifted the brim of her hat, and saw him spreading his hands at her with a rather innocent and embarrassed expression, meaning that he did not bring a bag and could not hang it on the bag strap like Bian Shu did, so it was inconvenient to carry it.
"Fine, fine." Lin Langyi said, not caring what he thought, and put the hat back on his head.
As they approached security, Lin Langyi explained that she didn't need them to accompany her anymore. Before she could even exchange a few polite words, Yuan Chuyu leaned slightly to her side and whispered in her ear, "Didn't you just say you wanted to go to the restroom? I'm here. If you're quick, he won't have time to go through security before you get back."
Lin Langyi glanced at the passengers queuing ahead and said, "Okay."
The moment she left, the two of them immediately dropped their pretense.
A faint smile, barely reaching his eyes, flickered across Bian Shu's usually stern face as he made a sarcastic remark: "Long-distance relationships must be tough, right?"
Yuan Chuyu rarely looked at his phone when Lin Langyi was around, but now that she was temporarily away, he replied to all the messages.
Without raising his eyelids, he retorted, "Although I really wanted to say that I would learn from your mistakes... but upon closer inspection, it doesn't seem appropriate. After all, when Zhuzhu broke up with you, you were still flying high in the sky. It wasn't a complete breakdown of the relationship after the long-distance relationship started, but rather a breakup before the long-distance relationship began. But my long-distance relationship with her has already..."
Yuan Chuyu stopped replying to the message, casually raised his head, his Adam's apple bobbing. He pretended to have been thinking for a long time, even though he knew exactly what was going on in his mind.
He slowly gave a sweet smile, as if he were deeply in love, and said gently, "It's been almost half a year, and our relationship is still very stable."
Bian Shu turned his face away, not wanting to continue the conversation.
Yuan Chuyu, determined to annoy him, thanked him softly, "Thank you for the reminder, Senior Bian... Should I call you 'senior'?"
The anger in Bian Shu's chest was instantly ignited by the word "senior," causing him to turn away completely, unwilling to say another word to him.
When Lin Langyi returned, Bian Shu didn't even glance at Yuan Chuyu. After saying a proper goodbye to Lin Langyi, he went through security.
Lin Langyi waved goodbye.
She had lunch with Yuan Chuyu and then they parted ways; everything was normal up to this point.
As it turned out, Yuan Chuyu called as usual that evening. When Lin Langyi answered, she discovered that it was a video call.
She thought he was going to say something important or show her something, and was waiting for him to continue. But when Yuan Chuyu answered the video call, he adjusted the angle, placed the phone next to the laptop so that the camera was facing him, and then continued typing on the keyboard without saying a word.
Lin Langyi glanced at the filing cabinet behind him, knowing he was still in the company, and asked, puzzled, "...What are you doing?"
It might be her imagination, but she always felt that President Yuan, who was still working overtime at this hour, seemed to have made a special effort to dress up. In any case, she could never achieve his radiant and dignified appearance after a full day of work.
"Aren't you working overtime?" The light from the computer screen reflected in his eyes, as if a handful of starlight had been sprinkled into them.
"Add it."
“Yeah, I’m working overtime too,” he said. “We can keep the video on and encourage each other to improve efficiency and finish the list quickly.”
Lin Langyi was even more confused: "Huh?"
Yuan Chuyu remained expressionless, his tone flat: "Online library."
Lin Langyi's eyelids twitched, and she finally remembered the words she had said when she saw him off at the airport: "I'll be making a PowerPoint presentation while watching a video."
She remained speechless for a long time, then saw President Yuan politely pick up his cup and take a sip of water to moisten his throat on camera. That cup was the underglaze cup that he and she had made together at the pottery studio; it was one of a pair.
Her craftsmanship skills were not very strong, or rather, compared to the skillful Yuan Chuyu, the cups she made could only be described as "unique in shape", "ingenious", and "highly artistic".
It was only after his repairs that it became barely acceptable.
Lin Langyi felt that placing such a super avant-garde cup in his elegant dark brown office was a bit excessive, like using contrasting colors in a minimalist black, white, and gray home decor, creating an incongruous and eye-catching effect.
She had subtly advised him several times that this didn't fit Yuan Chuyu's high-end and sophisticated style, and even suggested that the cup she had was for home use, but Yuan Chuyu simply couldn't resist liking it.
He not only blatantly placed the cup on his dark gray desk to attract attention, but also put a photo of the two of them with their hands covered in clay in a pottery studio on the desk, claiming that "we want to create a family atmosphere in the company, which is the cultural concept of a modern enterprise."
Upon hearing this interpretation, Lin Langyi was immediately filled with respect and deep emotion: capitalists always have a set of well-thought-out explanations.
Moreover, when it comes to taking group photos, Yuan Chuyu is really too obsessed with taking pictures.
Lin Langyi doesn't consider herself a romantic, but she has a very sentimental boyfriend who is very particular about rituals.
As a result, her life inevitably became tinged with the allure of romance and beauty.
Every time he goes on a trip, goes on a date, or just strolls around, he takes all sorts of group photos whenever he feels like it, and then carefully selects the photos, prints them out, and puts them in an album.
Perhaps it was because he had always resented that the two of them had hardly taken any photos together before they were able to see the light of day, so once he had a position and opportunity, his vengeful satisfaction always came on strong.
Lin Langyi was very cooperative.
When she was in school, she loved to go to stationery stores with her best friends and pick out all sorts of beautiful notebooks. Although those notebooks might have been kept to this day because they were "unused" or "too precious to part with," she never expected that today, those blank notebooks would suddenly have a purpose.
Yuan Chuyu covered those dusty notebooks with photo protective bags and made them into all sorts of photo albums, all to record the little moments between the two of them.
Thus, Lin Langyi, in her early twenties, returned to her youthful days, once again becoming fascinated with browsing stationery stores and rediscovering the joy in it.
She bought a lot of tape, colored pens, postcards... like a hunter returning from a hunt with a full haul, and gave them all to Yuan Chuyu. Finally, she patted him on the shoulder, meaning he should take his time.
Yuan Chuyu glanced at her: "Do you know what you look like right now?"
Lin Langyi, full of interest: "What?"
"Parents who frantically buy all kinds of educational materials and push their children to excel even before school starts."
They're accusing her of just buying things without contributing anything, right?
Lin Langyi snorted and threatened, "Do you know how a parent will beat their child when they open the textbooks at the end of the semester and find them completely blank?"
Yuan Chuyu held the pen between his fingers. Upon hearing this, he glanced at her lightly, then twirled the pen between his long, slender fingers before tapping the table between his ring and little fingers. He asked, "How do I type...?"
Before Lin Langyi could even threaten him, he relaxed his shoulders, leaned back in his chair, and suddenly turned to her, his tone softening as if a feather were gently brushing against her: "How do you want to hit me...? I'll let you hit me however you want..."
He spoke meaningfully and in an ambiguous tone. Lin Langyi used her toes to push his knees to the side, trying to send him back to the position of facing the table and doing handicrafts.
But he grabbed her ankle and, with a little force, used the momentum to move the chair closer to her, so that their knees were pressed tightly together.
Lin Langyi tensed her calves and then relaxed: "If you try to touch me, I'll do the same."
His thumbs rubbed and circled on her small ankle, pinching her ankle so that she could press her foot firmly against his lower abdomen, then his fingers moved to her calf, and then groped down her leg in a sticky, wet way.
He said, "I'll give you a chance to step on it... I'll let you step on it, as long as you don't run away after stepping on it like last time."
That time, the study materials weren't completely blank in the end; in fact, some tapes were all sold out overnight... because he insisted on asking her which tape she liked best when she was distracted. Lin Langyi casually grabbed a handful of colorful trinkets from a pile and tossed them to him.
The next day, Yuan Chuyu went to the stationery store and bought a lot of tape. He said that he could tell which one she liked best by the amount she bought yesterday, so he would use it to stick on the photo protective bags.
Lin Langyi said expressionlessly, "If I said I suddenly stopped liking this one overnight—"
“But I suddenly really like this one overnight.” Yuan Chuyu compromised and took a few fewer volumes. “I’ll use them in my notebook.”
"Choose your favorite washi tape for the photo album."
He likes to write the time and location under each photo, and also to mark the weather for that day.
Lin Langyi joked that it was the header of his work notebook, but he calmly turned the page and said:
"Actually, writing my feelings under a photo isn't very business-like, but I would only record this kind of thing in my diary, and I would definitely not put it in a photo album that we can both look through so that you can manipulate me."
Lin Langyi was so intrigued by what he said, especially since he also revealed a hint of mystery on his face. So, his curiosity, which was only three points, suddenly turned into nine points.
But Yuan Chuyu refused to show her no matter what. After several rounds of this back and forth, he finally revealed his true intentions and bargained with her, saying, "You never text me when we're in a long-distance relationship. If you send me ten voice messages a day, I'll show you one of my diary entries."
Lin Langyi immediately demonstrated how to "spray ten times in one second" by sending him ten two-second voice messages.
He rejected it without hesitation.
Yuan Chuyu felt that she was not sincere enough. After all, no one could remain calm after receiving ten "Are you there?" voice messages, let alone send her a long message even if he sent her a picture of a rainbow on his way home from get off work or a new Black Butterfly Shell toy. This comparison made President Yuan feel very unbalanced.
But this problem is also easy to solve.
Lin Langyi later posted ten consecutive messages: "Like", "My favorite", "Miss you", "I miss you so much"...
And we got it.
Saying that two seconds isn't enough to show sincerity, haha.
Yuan Chuyu not only kept photos in his album, but also on his phone, because he liked to change the photos every now and then to show the latest photos of the two of them that best suited his taste.
At first, Lin Langyi readily agreed to change the pink photo of him on the basketball court to another group photo as the chat background so that he could change it.
But later, she discovered that he was changing his clothes far too frequently.
Bro, you change your electronic lock password regularly because of your personal habits, but... are photos also electronic locks? Do they need to be changed every day like you're giving your screensaver a new outfit?
Yuan Chuyu especially liked taking photos at places with auspicious meanings, such as Lover's Bridge, Love Lock, and Albizia Tree. His current screensaver is a photo of the two of them taken in front of the Red Brick Auditorium.
This is the site of an old marriage registration office in a town. Long ago, there was a newlywed couple in the town who were forced to separate during the war. After going through many twists and turns for ten years, they met again. Neither of them had let go of the other, and naturally, neither of them remarried. So, the lovers finally got married and lived a harmonious life together for the rest of their lives. They lived to the age of ninety-six before passing away one after the other. It is a beautiful story of a loving couple.
Back then, in front of this old wall, they took out their marriage certificates from ten years ago, which they had carefully preserved despite the hardships they had endured, and took a photo together, adding a beautiful and touching meaning to their love story.
Despite the town's development to this day, this old site has never been demolished. It has been renovated several times and painted with red bricks, becoming a popular spot for couples to take photos.
Lin Langyi was brought there by Yuan Chuyu, who had done his homework. Now there was a commercial area in front of the red brick building, with several "photographers" wearing floor-length jeans and artistic braids vying for business, eloquently claiming that their photography skills were absolutely top-notch.
Lin Langyi originally wanted to take a photo of the shadow reflected on the wall, but the man patted his chest and bought the whole thing, saying that he was the best at this style, and kept adjusting the two of them's positions from a short distance away.
"Closer, closer."
"Turn your right shoulder out a little."
"Oh right, lower your head."
"You can pretend to kiss him."
Lin Langyi turned her head and asked in a very pragmatic manner, "Is it a real or fake kiss?"
The photographer, stumped by the question, swayed his wild braid at the back of his head and tentatively asked, "Are you two in a close relationship?"
Yuan Chuyu pulled the person in front of him, calmly looking at the camera; the answer was self-evident.
Lin Langyi, backlit, slightly raised her chin to look at the man who had lowered his head and approached her. His breathing was very light, and his gaze slowly moved down from her eyes to her lips. After a while, he lowered his gaze and slowly looked back at her.
She saw a hint of orange-red peeking through the back of his ear as the sunlight shone on it, like a moving, burning candle flame, and suddenly couldn't help but laugh.
Seeing her smile, he couldn't help but smile back, revealing a faint smile as he raised his right hand and gently touched the corner of her eye.
The slanting rays of the setting sun bathed half of her face in golden light, and when they touched the corners of her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered several times, casting a small patch of light and shadow beneath her eyes, which was captivating.
He stared at her for far too long.
Lin Langyi asked, "Will your ears still turn red?"
He instinctively reached out to touch it.
She grabbed his sleeve, pulled his hand down, and kissed him on tiptoe.
"Just now the setting sun painted the sky red, but look at it now?"
Even the elongated shadows cast on the red bricks in the photos captured by the shutter are beautiful.
The photo was later bought back by Yuan Chuyu for 99. When Lin Langyi heard the price, her eyes almost popped out of their sockets. But the man's initial offer was even more outrageous, 199, and he even argued his case:
"199 sounds like 'nine-nine,' which means 'to grow old together.' Girl, look at how people are doing this kind of thing when they're dating online these days, just for good luck."
Lin Langyi held Yuan Chuyu's hand, grabbing his phone which he was about to pay with, and said unmoved, "Since you're pricing based on the internet, and now everyone's posting 5.20 online, you should price it at five yuan a piece."
The photographer immediately looked at Yuan Chuyu with an indescribably complex expression.
Yuan Chuyu is usually very good with numbers, but for some reason, he always seems to lose his mind at times like this. Lin Langyi could have bargained even lower, but his eagerness to buy was so strong that even the older man noticed. After reaching 99, he resolutely refused to haggle and changed tactics, targeting Yuan Chuyu and trying to persuade him with various wishes for a long and happy marriage.
Yuan Chuyu couldn't carry it out, but he gave Lin Langyi a disgraceful glance. Under her disappointed gaze, he paid for it and happily received the developed, laminated photos and the original prints.
Bro, you've been wanting to laugh for a long time, haven't you? You've been holding it in for a long time, haven't you?
...
Perhaps because she had been staring at Yuan Chuyu for too long on the video call, even though Lin Langyi was reminiscing about the past, she was being watched intently out of the corner of Yuan's eye, who was "focused" on his work.
He typed slower and slower, scrolled the mouse wheel up and down frequently, and took several sips of water. Finally, when he picked up the cup again, he realized with a start that he had unknowingly finished the water.
Yuan Chuyu paused for only a moment, then casually put the cup back, glanced at the camera, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Lin Langyi asked a thought-provoking question: "President Yuan, do you really think that working overtime together via video call can 'improve quality and efficiency'?"
“Why not?” Yuan Chuyu said confidently. “Otherwise, why would students go to the library to study?”
Lin Langyi smiled and asked, "Have you ever seen couples in the library?"
He lowered his head, his expression changing in an instant, falling like a fallen meteor: "We're separated by a screen and can't touch each other."
“But the core is the same—” Lin Langyi was about to persuade him when the man in the camera suddenly stood up and leaned forward.
She suddenly stopped talking, only then noticing that he was wearing a newly tailored suit.
I was so focused on his face that I didn't really look at his new clothes.
Even though it was late at night, every button on his vest inside his open suit jacket was fastened tightly, except for the last one.
He only remembered the loose button when he leaned forward. He casually fastened it with one hand in front of the camera, and picked up the thermos with the other hand across the screen.
The entire shot is a close-up of him buttoning his shirt.
Lin Langyi caught a glimpse of his long, slender hand with distinct knuckles, and then a fleeting glimpse of his narrow waist bound by the austere style of his suit.
The sound of water was heard as he stood in front of the table pouring water. His head and shoulders were completely out of the camera's view, with only his beautiful and firm waist and hips visible in the middle. The overwhelming feeling was one of fatal and exhilarating elegance and asceticism, hidden beneath his snow-white and cool skin, making him untouchable.
After pouring the water, he first placed the cup on the coaster, then leaned forward slightly, supporting himself on the table, and put the thermos back behind his phone. His strong back was like a dark, slanted scimitar that had seen blood, approaching and then retreating, before finally sitting back down leisurely.
It was just a very ordinary movement, unhurried and clean, yet he made it into a subtle sexiness that almost crossed the threshold, with undercurrents mixed with the demeanor cultivated from childhood.
Lin Langyi originally wanted to continue the previous topic and complain about how a workaholic like him needed to restrain himself through an "online library," but he was distracted by the part where he poured water in front of the camera, and his thoughts were also diverted.
She recalled that after they got together, he became increasingly demanding of his physique. The man who was already a staunch daily gym-goer developed an even stricter and more disciplined plan. As a result, while she was enjoying the visual and tactile pleasure, she was often exhausted by his demands at night.
What a sweet burden!
"Will I affect your work?" Yuan Chuyu turned his face to look at the camera, his eyes and the smile on his lips were extremely gentle, and he said gently, "I can connect an external silent switch keyboard."
Lin Langyi's gaze fell on his broad, straight shoulders, but she didn't utter a word of refusal.
She sat back down, straightened up, and turned on her computer: "No need to answer, that little noise won't bother me."
She said, "Fine, let's turn on the video then."
It's just once in a while, anyway.
But Chairman Lin forgot two things when he made this decision.
One thing is that for every event, there's a second; the gradual boiling of the frog in lukewarm water is always easier to accept.
Secondly, for capitalists, the profits they have gained are like strategic high ground they have planted a flag on; once they have them, they will never give them up.
Much later, Lin Langyi reflected on why she and Yuan Chuyu had become such a lovey-dovey couple who would even video chat before bed, and came to two answers.
First, when lying in bed late at night, a person's willpower is always relatively weak, and at this time, the clothes that Yuan Zong can wear are not limited to uniforms in the narrow sense, such as suits.
Secondly, this person is truly shameless and despicable in private!
*
Yuan Chuyu shifted his focus to G City just as the two of them celebrated their one-year anniversary together.
Although Lin Langyi couldn't say exactly when their "first anniversary" was, according to his calculations, going back in time, it was the day he smiled and called Lin Xiangshuo "brother".
Yingyuan Group's industries are spread all over the world, and G City is no exception. Yuan Chuyu also opened an office in the G City branch of the group and changed his daily work position from A City to G City, finally ending the year-long long-distance relationship with satisfaction.
He and Lin Langyi had already picked out a house together.
This apartment is close to the sea, and because G City is located by the sea and has convenient transportation, it is convenient for both of them to go to work.
Yuan Chuyu put a lot of effort into the renovation process. At that time, he was still in City A and traveled back and forth very frequently. Whenever Lin Langyi could get out, she would pick him up from the airport. The two of them witnessed the transformation from a bare shell to a fully furnished apartment before moving in.
At the same time, the two companies under Lin Langyi's control in G City were included in the government's plan for the Digital Greater Bay Area, and half of their future sales will shift overseas.
Yuan Chuyu specially arranged the housewarming party on the day the government officially issued a document confirming that Lin Langyi's company was on the list.
Lin Langyi, out of curiosity, asked, "Why did you choose this day?"
At that time, Yuan Chuyu was showing her around their new home and answered slowly, "Because Chairman Lin, who can't remember anniversaries, probably can't remember when we started living together either, but he certainly won't forget the day of the company's strategic transformation."
He stepped onto the last step, turned his head, and smiled slightly at her: "If I don't take advantage of this, I'm afraid I'll get upset when I ask you a question and you can't answer it... So it's most suitable to set this date that you will never forget."
Lin Langyi: ...It's hard to refute.
They stared at each other for a few seconds. His previously composed expression crumbled, and he suddenly chuckled softly, leaning closer to kiss her forehead: "Actually, when you're happy, I'm happy too."
She wasn't involved much in the later stages of the renovation because there was a lot of work to be done in cooperating with the government's planning. So, Yuan Chuyu handled everything in the backyard.
His aesthetic sense and design skills have always been on point (except for those abstract artworks she makes by hand, where he seems to be under a spell, and it's worrying how his aesthetic sense fluctuates so much). So when he asked for her opinion on the renovation, Lin Langyi always had no objections and sometimes even praised his ingenuity.
For example, the entire fifth floor facing the sea view is made up of floor-to-ceiling windows; for example, a semi-secluded area enclosed by the corner of the staircase has a wall-mounted bookcase and a beanbag chair, with a fireplace opposite it; for example, a swimming pool extends outward from the top floor, with a large seashell-shaped floating mat floating on it.
Lin Langyi's first thought was that with this floating mat, she and Yuan Chuyu would probably be lying on the mat after no more than fifteen minutes of serious swimming...
As it turned out, it took less than fifteen minutes.
Of course, there are also some "ingenious ideas" that are not quite clear.
For example, the bathroom connected to the master bedroom on the third floor has a huge round bathtub and a full-length mirror.
Lin Langyi raised questions at the time, since there was already a mirror on the sink.
However, since there was plenty of space, she didn't bother with such minor details, and the matter was eventually dropped.
However, the answer to this clever idea was found on the first day of check-in.
Lin Langyi really didn't want to look ahead. Her hands, resting on the mirror, quickly left handprints. The bathroom was filled with steam, and those messy handprints would condense into long and short streams of water that flowed down.
She turned her head back to kiss him, and as she gasped for breath, she glanced back. Yuan Chuyu's chin rested on the crook of her neck, his nose lingering in her damp hair. With his alluring face, flushed with a seductive hue, he whispered, "You look so beautiful in the mirror... don't you want to look?"
The red wine opened by the bathtub was half-drunk, and the small cream dessert couldn't withstand the steam in the bathroom; it quickly dissolved and dripped down in a sticky mess.
The two of them almost missed their deadline the next day.
Lin Langyi quickly tidied herself up like a whirlwind. Still in her post-coital state, she spoke with considerable confidence: "As expected, the closer you get, the more precise your timing. I promise there will never be a next time!"
Yuan Chuyu calmly handed her the packaged breakfast: "Being late isn't considered being late, boss."
Lin Langyi: "Listen to this yourself, is this something a workaholic would say?"
He went to get his car keys to take her to work, while Lin Langyi was still reflecting on the situation: "It's all your fault for insisting that I read those chat logs last night!"
Yesterday... Lin Langyi never expected that there would be a follow-up to the matter of her deleting all the chat history between the two of them. It turned out that Yuan Chuyu, that heartless capitalist, was waiting for her here all along.
He asked her about several old, forgotten chat messages, how could Lin Langyi possibly answer them?
She always speaks sweet words effortlessly, not to mention that some of her words are learned from the internet without any thought, which can only fool someone like President Yuan who has never been in a relationship.
When asked what she said at that time, she replied that it was like asking a geography teacher a question, showing a bird's claw and asking her what the difference was between latitude and longitude.
Lin Langyi kept giving wrong answers or leaving blank papers. Seeing that this matter was about to go on, she had a sudden idea. The best defense is to attack. She randomly picked a few moments to ask him what the two of them had talked about that day.
To everyone's surprise, Yuan Chuyu was able to answer fluently and even recount the chat history to her.
Even with two days that Lin Langyi had made up, he was still certain that the two of them hadn't chatted that day. He took out his phone to verify, and it was indeed true.
The more he looked at her, the more aggrieved and resentful he seemed to be towards a heartless person.
Lin Lang was completely disoriented by his sudden appearance, and hastily shoved her phone into his hand, emphasizing, "The last one wasn't deleted, okay?"
Seeing him pick up her phone and scroll to the top of the chat window, even though there were no more messages, he stubbornly kept swiping with his finger, as if as long as he tried, the deleted chat history could be brought back.
Lin Langyi gave in: "I really won't do it anymore, it's almost dawn. How about this, what do you want to hear? I'll read it to you once, consider it punishment, okay?"
Later, she lay on top of him, his arms around her, and rested her head on his bent elbow, reading aloud into her phone screen.
Those sweet words that he had never thought about before, now entered his ears one by one through her soft voice in the quiet and peaceful night, creating a dreamy and beautiful fairytale atmosphere.
Yuan Chuyu held her, pressed his cheek against her arm, and listened quietly as she murmured the words like a lullaby.
Lin Langyi noticed his breathing was off halfway through reading and turned her head away, but he quickly turned his face away.
As she turned his head by his chin, his prominent Adam's apple slid across her palm, and she saw a slight redness rise to the corners of his eyes.
"Why are you crying?" she asked in surprise.
He didn't answer, but instead pulled her into his arms and locked her completely in his embrace, tilting his face up to gently kiss her skin.
...
"So, there won't be any bedtime stories tonight?" Yuan Chuyu asked.
The cold and selfless Lin Langyi: "That's all."
He sighed, got into the car, fastened his seatbelt, and suddenly turned to her with a melancholy expression, saying, "Sometimes I really don't want to go to work... I want to stay with you all the time."
"Then you stay home, I'm going to work."
"..."
The vehicle slid into the lane.
Yuan Chuyu: "What do you want to eat tonight? I missed out on the little cake yesterday, so I'll make it up to you today?"
Lin Langyi said in a sinister tone, "Whose fault is it that I didn't get to eat?"
"It's my fault," he quickly admitted, "It definitely won't happen again today."
After scolding him, Lin Langyi remembered that he hadn't eaten either, and became even angrier: "You didn't get to eat either!"
He hesitated for a second, glanced quickly at her face, and his ears turned a little red again: "I ate it."
Lin Langyi paused as she took out her phone, pretending not to recall the chaotic scene, and quickly tapped on it: "Say it again."
"Hmm?" He looked ahead and said slowly, "I'll eat..."
"The sentence before that."
"It definitely won't happen today?"
"Okay, I've recorded it." She put her phone away.
As the sun rises in the east, its rays bathe everything in a vibrant golden light, and a damp breeze carries the faint scent of the sea.
The tide rises and falls, and it's a new day.
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