Chapter 161 I need a kiss from my wife to feel better
Yan Tingnan's knuckles sank.
"May I have your name?"
The girl, whose wrist was gripped in his hand, groaned softly in pain and looked up with teary eyes.
"Mu Chuji..."
These three words are like a key, suddenly inserted into a lock deep within consciousness.
A sharp ringing sound came from inside my head.
My vision blurred for a moment.
Is that her?
The so-called destined female lead that Yan Yunye mentioned?
His gaze suddenly turned cold as he scrutinized her face.
She was pretty, timid, with a beauty mark at the corner of her eye, her eyes glistening with tears, looking innocent and vulnerable.
"Sir, I'm so sorry, I'll reimburse you for the dry cleaning fee..."
Mu Chuji looked at him with panicked eyes, but there was no aggression in them, and she looked pitiful.
But Yan Tingnan suddenly felt a surge of physical nausea.
He shook off her hand with considerable force.
Mu Chuji staggered, her elbow hitting the ground, and she let out a muffled groan.
She looked up at him, her eyes broken and bewildered.
I can't understand why he doesn't follow the script.
"sorry……"
"I just started this job, and I accidentally slipped. Your pants... I'll pay for them..."
At that moment, a strange pulling force suddenly grabbed him without warning.
His gaze was uncontrollably fixed on that delicate face.
A strange, throbbing feeling welled up in my chest, and an almost instinctive urge to pity welled up within me.
Help her up.
Take her away.
His heart pounded, his throat bobbed, and a gentle "It's okay" almost slipped out.
absurd.
The veins on his forehead were visibly prominent, and his breathing became slightly heavier.
A ripple suddenly appeared in his eyes, but he forcefully suppressed it back into the depths.
All the bizarre impulses were forcibly crushed by reason.
"Miss Mu."
He stood up and looked down at her.
"You kneel down after a glass of juice is spilled? Your knees are that weak?"
Mu Chuji's face turned deathly pale.
"I was just too panicked..."
"So panicked you wiped it on the guest's legs?"
"manager."
He spoke, his voice returning to its usual cold tone, showing no sign of anything amiss.
The manager, who was on his way, immediately quickened his pace.
"President Yan! I'm so sorry!"
"Is your company's onboarding screening done with your eyes closed?"
He lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Mu Chuji, who was trembling on the ground.
"Someone who can't even hold a glass of water properly is fit to be placed in front of the stage?"
"I don't want to see this kind of basic mistake again."
"President Yan, I'm so sorry."
"This is a new part-time worker; she's clumsy and inefficient. We need to fire her immediately!"
Mu Chuji suddenly looked up, her eyes red-rimmed.
"Please! I can't lose this job..."
That strange pulling force struck again, trying to soften his will.
Yan Tingnan's knuckles tightened, making a soft clicking sound.
He turned away indifferently, leaving her with a cold, hard profile.
"Take care of it."
He left the manager with those words and walked away.
The manager hurriedly chased after them.
"President Yan! What should we do?"
Yan Tingnan did not stop walking.
"You can deal with your own people."
The voice was resounding, leaving no room for argument.
"But don't let me see her again."
The force remained relentless, following him like a shadow, trying to slow him down and change the direction he was heading.
Each resistance brought even more intense headaches and heart palpitations, and cold sweat instantly soaked through the back of my shirt.
It was as if countless hands were tearing at his will, trying to pull him back onto the predetermined path.
He clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm.
The stinging pain brought him to his senses instantly.
The strange control that Yan Yunye spoke of actually exists.
But do you want to control him?
That's just wishful thinking.
As the sunlight streamed down, Yan Tingnan stood by the street, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a thin mist.
Then he took out his phone and opened the pinned chat window.
[I've encountered a ghost.]
He needs a kiss from his wife to feel better.
One minute later, the phone vibrated.
【？？】
[Has your account been hacked?]
[Our teacher Yan can be cute now?]
However, ghosts are probably not as scary as me; I specialize in absorbing Teacher Yan's yang energy.
[Kitten peeking out.jpg]
Yan Tingnan stared at the screen, a smile unconsciously creeping onto her lips.
My headache subsided by about 30%.
He typed quickly.
[My account wasn't hacked.]
Where are you now?
Su Ruan replied instantly.
【With Siyue's Voice in the Cat Cafe】
[Your dear sister is going on and on about the details of last night's engagement party; I'm so tired I could dig my toes out of my skin.]
The sinister and malevolent aura that had been brought to Yan Tingnan's eyes by Mu Chuji was instantly diluted.
He dialed the number directly, his voice still carrying a lingering chill, but the tone softened at the end.
"go home."
"Now?"
"Now."
It wasn't a discussion; it was a mixture of restlessness and longing stemming from being disturbed by that strange, pulling force.
He stubbed out his cigarette and threw it into the trash can.
The wind swept across his cold, hard profile, dispelling the last trace of his restlessness.
I want to see you right now.
Su Ruan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Teacher Yan is unusually clingy today."
In the background, you can hear Huo Siyue screaming incoherently.
"Is it my brother who asked me to answer?"
Song Shengsheng calmly intervened.
"Why are you meddling in a couple's hotline and trying to break up a couple? May you be struck by lightning!"
"Soft."
He spoke again, his voice hoarse, rubbing his throbbing temples, unusually softening his posture.
"Come back and be with me, okay?"
There was a pause on the other end, followed by Su Ruan's low, indulgent laughter.
"Alright, alright."
"Since you've suddenly become so sweet, I'll come back and pamper you right away."
Yan Tingnan's lips curled up silently.
"good."
The sound of Huo Siyue's wailing could be heard in the background.
"Wait! We're just getting to the crucial part! How could my brother..."
The call was abruptly ended.
Yan Tingnan walked to the car, opened the door, and got in.
The smile in his eyes vanished abruptly as he dialed Jing Huai's number.
"Checking for an individual: Mu Chuji, female, working part-time at Luyu Cafe today."
"All information, background, relationships, the more detailed the better."
"ASAP."
Jing Huai responded swiftly on the other end of the phone.
"Yes, Mr. Yan."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Tingnan's eyes darkened.
That strange pulling force still throbbed faintly in his head, like an invisible thread trying to pull him back.
Only by thinking of Ruan Ruan could he forcefully suppress it.
...
Yan Tingnan arrived home first.
He loosened his tie and casually tossed his suit jacket onto the back of the sofa.
He walked into the dressing room, pulled off the trousers stained with juice, and threw them directly into the trash can without even looking at them.
He doesn't keep things that are dirty.
Hot water rushed down my back, steam rising, but it couldn't wash away the lingering, dull pain in my head.
Although the nauseating pulling force was forcibly suppressed, it still lingered like a bone-deep sore, subtly stirring his nerves.
The door lock clicked softly, and a soft sound came from the entryway.
He turned off the water, pulled on his bathrobe, and tied it up loosely.
As soon as Su Ruan stepped into the entryway, before she could even bend down to put her bag down, she was suddenly pulled away by a force.
My back hit the cool wall, and then a warm body pressed down on me.
"Teacher Yan? You've better have something to tell me that you're in such a hurry to get me back..."
Kiss rained down on them.
Caught off guard, Su Ruan tilted her head back to receive the blow.
His scent filled my mouth, a mixture of the warm steam from his shower and a faint hint of tobacco.
"Hmm..."
“Yan Tingnan…”
She pushed his shoulder, panting softly.
"What’s wrong with you……"
He didn't answer, but kissed her more deeply, his palms gripping the back of her neck, not allowing her to back away even an inch.
Strangely, the headache that had plagued him for half a day gradually dissipated between her lips and teeth.
That eerie pulling force, like a demon encountering light, quietly retreated.
Yan Tingnan's eyes darkened, and a guess formed in her mind.
I see.
His breathing deepened as he pressed his forehead against hers, his nose brushing against her flushed cheek.
"Soft..."
"Let's kiss a little longer."
Su Ruan noticed his unusual behavior and touched his taut temples with her fingers.
"What's wrong? Are you really feeling unwell?"
He took her finger, kissed it, and his eyes were filled with turbulent emotions.
"Soft."
His voice was low and hoarse.
"Do me a favor."
"Um?"
Don't ask why.
He kissed her earlobe, his breath hot.
"Take me now."
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