Praise You
Ye Yuanyin asked, "Did Meiyue's engagement party go well?"
"It went smoothly. With such a big piece of fat meat being offered to her, and the man's family wanting to praise her to the sky, how could it not go smoothly?"
Ye Yuanyin smiled knowingly and asked, "Is the groom-to-be handsome?"
Chen Yan watched her mouth open and close, the pale pink of her lips twitching his heartstrings. He lowered his head and asked, "At this critical juncture, do you think I look like I'm in the mood to chat with you?"
Ye Yuanyin blushed and pushed him down with both hands, and the two of them switched positions. Chen Yan lay flat on the bed, and she leaned on his chest, looking very understanding. "Are you feeling more comfortable now?"
This girl had a kind of indirect, self-taught shrewdness. He smiled at her meaningfully, "It's just barely passable."
She folded her hands on his shoulders, resting her chin on the back of her hands, and looked up eagerly and asked, "When did you come? You were here last night, right?"
He closed his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep again.
She tilted her head, resting her cheek against his chest, as if talking to herself. "You liar, you always treat me like a child."
Grandma always said there was a generation gap every three years, but there were more than two generations between them. Chen Di'an thought, wasn't he treating her like a child? Only children could be held in the palm of their hands. If she were prey, that would be a different way of chasing her.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Ye Yuanyin raised his head and asked again, "Since you left the project, can I go to work tomorrow?"
He sneered lightly, "I've never seen anyone who likes to be a slave so much."
Honest advice was unpleasant to the ear, so she learned to ignore him. Her fluffy hair rubbed against his neck and chin. Sediment reached out and touched her head, asking, "Did you have a first love?"
"Hey," Ye Yuanyin suddenly raised his head, propping himself up on his elbows. His almond-shaped eyes fixed on his face, and he asked in confusion, "Why do you think of asking this? My first love was in Jiutao Village. We were elementary school classmates."
Chen Yan was stunned, and a dull laugh came through his chest. Her hand on it seemed as if she could feel his inner joy.
Ye Yuanyin reached out to cover his mouth, "Don't laugh, don't laugh, Yaya will be woken up."
He held her hand, his eyes gleaming like pearls in the dark night, "She's not here. Jixia is going to live in England for a while, let Yaya go with her."
Ye Yuanyin frowned and asked worriedly, "Is she willing?"
"Children will get used to it soon. But you," he sat up, leaning his back against the headboard, one hand on his bent knee, and asked her with a half-smile, "When will you get used to me?"
There was no light on in the room, and the "26℃" on the air conditioner display was the only light source in the space.
Ye Yuanyin didn't answer him, but changed the subject, "Are you hot? Otherwise, I'd better go sleep outside."
Before he could answer, she got up from the bed.
Yan Chen raised his hand to grab her, but Ye Yuanyin left so quickly that when he stretched out his hand to hold her, he only grabbed air.
The door was left a crack, and the light in the living room outside was turned on. After a brief, bright, dazzling light, she closed the door and the room fell into darkness again.
The dim light from the air-conditioning screen cast a shadow on the man's gloomy face. Chen Yan spread out his hands, stared blankly for a while, and suddenly clenched them again.
His fingers were long and white. When he clenched them, the bones and muscles were clearly visible. Even the joints were white from the force he applied.
"Huh," he suddenly laughed at himself, thinking that after such a long journey, he was still the one who was locked outside the door.
Her love is so shallow.
They didn't even give him the chance to go further.
What is she worried about?
Perhaps she never believed this relationship could last, so she had been avoiding the important issues, refusing to exchange feelings, and naturally unwilling to have a deeper relationship with him. After all, if two people were stuck in the quagmire at the same time, from her perspective, he had a much greater chance of getting out quickly than she did.
But he had had enough of this patience and suspicion.
Sediment felt restless.
He raised his wrist to check. It was almost one in the morning. Out of habit, he picked up his phone and scanned the message he had just missed.
Xiao Ma asked him if he felt better.
He replied: [I’m sick]
At that time, Secretary Ma had just finished playing games. He was exhausted from work during the day, and the time that was originally for rest at night was extended indefinitely because he could never play enough.
He looked at the message from his boss, feeling somewhat apprehensive. How should he respond? Was he still up at one in the morning because of work? Probably not.
Especially since today was Shen Meiyue's engagement party, Shen Wentian and his wife hadn't shown up. It seemed the two elders weren't entirely happy with the marriage. The second-oldest, Shen Tianshu, and his wife already had a low profile, and their parents' absence only confirmed their lack of status within the Shen family.
Shen Yuheng and Shen Lianxing were both present, but they remained on the sidelines. This was because they adhered to the capitalist theory of meritocracy, and in their eyes, "love" was as unpopular as "stupidity."
What is marriage? It's an effective means of reintegrating social resources. This value, ingrained in them from childhood, comes as naturally to them as breathing. If they truly desire to experience love, there are ample opportunities in the entertainment industry, with fresh, unique partners each time. Why keep it at home and let it grow boring over time?
So Secretary Ma thought that it was understandable that the boss did not allow Miss Ye to attend.
In fact, entrepreneurs often possess incredible physical strength and energy; otherwise, they wouldn't have the energy to manage and lead a diverse group of people with varying agendas. This was especially true of Dian Jing'an, who worked over ten hours a day, often working overtime at night, yet remained mentally sharp and energetic the next day.
But he has been a little tired lately.
First of all, Shen Yuheng has been restless recently, secretly instructing several shareholders to tamper with certain company decisions, which has invisibly caused him many problems. Not to mention Shen Lianxing, who lives a life of extravagance and debauchery, and Shen Pei'an can't control him, throwing all the problems at him.
Secretary Ma was very worried about him. Even a strong man couldn't stand such worrying.
Although he was so tired, he still came from the north to the south of the city to see Miss Ye. He must really like her.
Secretary Ma replied solemnly, "Then you should get some rest early. You should feel better tomorrow."
I will be sick tomorrow too
Secretary Ma was stunned, staring at his phone for a long moment, wondering what this meant. He'd always been strong, always working late, never showing weakness. He looked only a little tired tonight, so why was he suddenly sick? Was he possessed by something unclean? Or—was Miss Ye mad at him again?
Secretary Ma sent back an awkward, laughing-crying emoji, thinking, "Please, please, don't ever reply to my message again!" Even though she's a slave, it's so late. As a boss, can you please maintain some boundaries with your subordinates?
Sure enough, they no longer replied.
Sediment threw his phone aside, raised his elbows, and covered his eyes with them.
Life seemed like a boring game with no end, or a silent war of life and death. He had nothing, no one cared about him, and he was extremely tired.
Suddenly there was another light knock on the door of the room.
After waiting for a while and seeing that he didn't respond, Ye Yuanyin poked his head in and wondered if he had fallen asleep.
A few rays of light escaped from the door as it opened. She glanced around the room quietly, and the door closed with a "click".
Yanchen An only felt a faint fragrance lingering around his nose. A soft body pressed against his side, his arms were held by two hands, and someone moved their head towards him.
He remained in the same position as before. Ye Yuanyin leaned over, touched his cheek, and said to himself, "So he really fell asleep."
Seeing that he didn't move, she loosened her hand and seemed to be moving away as well.
Sediment's lowered hand suddenly grabbed her arm.
She was suddenly startled and scolded: "You scared me to death, you didn't sleep."
He moved his arm away and tilted his head to look at her. Her face was gentle yet tough, patient yet delicate, beautiful and calm.
There was a burnt red in the darkened eyes of Yanshi'an, a spark of life still lingering in the gray embers. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, "Why did you come back?"
"I'll get a pillow." She casually patted her side, and a sudden rise and fall appeared in the darkness. Ye Yuanyin complained casually, "You don't know, I didn't sleep well last night, and I woke up with a stiff neck this morning."
She placed the pillow she had brought over next to the one from Chen Yan'an and said, "We'll have to use Yaya's tonight. I'll buy you a new one tomorrow. What color do you like?"
"Anything is fine."
Judging from the sound, she seemed to be laughing, and her words were childish, "Why are you so well behaved?"
Ye Yuanyin put her arm around his arm again, moved her face closer, and asked patiently and devoutly, "You don't have anything you particularly like? How about I buy it for you? Ever since we met, you always buy things for me, but I can't give you anything."
Chen Dian was speechless at this moment.
She raised her hand to cover a yawn, her voice hazy, "I'm so sleepy, otherwise, if you've thought it through, you can tell me tomorrow..."
The man suddenly pressed her under him like a swift beast, and their two heads overlapped in an extremely intimate posture.
"Mmm..." She pushed him away, panting softly, desperately fighting with him for the air that belonged to her. "I can't breathe... Mmm..."
The looting intensified, and all that was left in the darkness were uncontrollable gasps and tiny moans.
*
The next day, Secretary Ma came to pick someone up.
He had originally thought his boss was sick and he could take the day off, but he hadn't expected to receive a message so early in the morning. Unable to resolve his resentment, his face showed a hint of pain.
Turning around, he saw that Chen Dian'an looked refreshed, with a hint of satisfaction between his brows. He thought that he didn't look like he was too sick to get up.
"What are you looking at?"
"Oh, boss, are you feeling better?"
"?" Chen Yan gave him a puzzled look, then reacted in an instant and said in a daze, "Oh, it's okay. I'm fine now."
“???”
Secretary Ma really wanted to give the sick guy a good beating. He thought, how can you come and go as you please? This is too ridiculous. He was so happy for so long, but in the end, it was all in vain.
Chen Di'an asked, "Is Zhang Chang's project going to have a press conference?"
"Yes," Secretary Ma quickly calmed down, "tomorrow."
"Keep an eye on them."
"yes."
"Also, send someone to keep an eye on Xiaoye." Chen Yan said, "I won't be able to take care of him for a while."
"clear."
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