Chapter 2 Su Ruan! Who did you let touch her?!
"The food in someone else's bowl?"
Su Ruan leaned against the bathtub like a water sprite, watching Yan Tingnan turn his back and tear open his soaked shirt.
His pale back muscles taut out sharp grooves, and water trickled down his spine and into the edge of his trousers.
"Sir, you seemed to enjoy it quite a bit."
Yan Tingnan threw the soaked shirt into the laundry basket and glanced at her sideways.
"You only know it's spoiled after you taste it."
Su Ruan's gaze swept over the water stains on his chest muscles that hadn't been wiped away, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
This man is 32 years old and still has such a great physique.
It's true that four sets minus three, and he's really got a set of handsome looks.
It's good-looking and I love watching it.
Shasha.
"Sir, your tongue is quite delicate. You can tell it's spoiled just by tasting the rim of the bowl. You'd eat it just by hearing the name."
She straightened up, bracing herself against the edge of the bathtub, and stepped barefoot onto the cold tiles, water trickling towards his shadow.
"You said you like things clean."
She hooked her fingertips around the hem of his unbuttoned new shirt and gently tugged, revealing half of his V-line.
"Should we check for ourselves whether anyone has touched my bowl of rice?"
"You said we couldn't stop halfway, but now you want to give up halfway..."
Su Ruan's voice was soft and gentle, deliberately testing his limits.
Yan Tingnan looked up and scanned the area, only to be met with a pair of eyes misty with tears.
Her face was flushed with the light of alcohol, and her eyes shone with a clear, moonlit light.
He had heard the name many times by chance, and now he realized that the person had such captivating eyes.
Su Ruan has a small, delicate face that is both pure and charming.
But it doesn't pander to popular tastes.
It was a sin he couldn't control.
He didn't know what love at first sight was, but the moment she bumped into his arms in the elevator, his desire surged wildly.
The moonlight was so enchanting tonight that he almost decided to leave the monastic life.
Fortunately, Yan Yunye's call came at just the right time, allowing him to stop in time.
He was unaware that he had run into Su Ruan tonight, and that she had taken the initiative to provoke him. Whether it was due to alcohol or premeditated, it should end there.
After all, the identity of an adopted son's girlfriend is really uninteresting.
Once you cross the line, you will give others a handle to use against you.
Yan Tingnan slowly and deliberately buttoned up the last button of his shirt.
"Get out now, and I'll still leave you with something to hide."
roll?
Su Ruan looked down at herself.
The light apricot-colored slip dress she wore was soaked through, turning into a semi-transparent cocoon. The water glistened along her waist, thin and transparent, clinging tightly to her curves.
Where can I go looking like this?
"gentlemen……"
Su Ruan stumbled forward, her wet skirt tripping over her ankle, her wet forehead bumping into his chest.
"My legs are too weak to walk."
Her fingertips hooked onto the sandalwood beaded bracelet on Yan Tingnan's wrist, and she took the opportunity to fall into his arms, where the beads snapped with a crack during the struggle.
Sandalwood beads scattered all over the floor, the last one rolling into her half-open collar.
Yan Tingnan clutched the remaining old beaded string, his knuckles turning white.
The twelve years of strict rules and regulations were shattered among the sandalwood beads scattered on the ground.
When the prayer beads break, my mind becomes even more chaotic.
Have you had enough fun?
Yan Tingnan picked up Su Ruan like a kitten that had made a mistake.
"Looks like you prefer being thrown out."
Her wet eyelashes fluttered, and the scent of alcohol mixed with orange blossom wafted onto his Adam's apple.
"Ugh, so sleepy..."
Her soft, sweet voice made his heart flutter.
"Can I sleep for a while before I roll around?"
Her breath clung to the nape of her neck like sparks falling on hay.
"let go."
He warned her coldly, but his fingertips carefully avoided her cervical spine.
Su Ruan was so drunk that she staggered around, her wet hair sticking to her flushed cheeks, and she snuggled into his arms in a daze.
"Sir is more unpredictable than the weather forecast."
"Have some mercy, male bodhisattva! Taking in a drunkard earns +1 merit, refusing to help someone in distress earns -999 merit!"
Her voice gradually lowered, and her breathing became long and even.
Yan Tingnan looked down; the hands on her wristwatch pointed to two in the morning.
She curled up in her own arms, like a ragdoll cat that had been caught in the rain.
His temples suddenly throbbed, and he finally resigned himself to his fate, grabbing her slender waist and leading her to the bed.
Su Ruan groaned softly as she sank into the cushion, her skirt billowing up to reveal her porcelain-white thighs.
He turned and walked to the window, then dialed the phone.
"It's me."
"Prepare a set of clean women's clothes and send them to the suite. Hmm, size..."
His gaze swept over the person on the bed. She unconsciously turned over, and her skirt rode up a little higher.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice was icy: "S size, as soon as possible."
He hung up the phone, walked back to the bedside, grabbed a blanket, and threw it on her.
He turned and disappeared into the dressing room, reappearing five minutes later wearing a clean white shirt.
"Disappear before 8 PM."
He fastened the last cufflink, turned, and left the suite.
The click of the door locking was like a period, enclosing the absurdity of the room.
Su Ruan slowly opened her eyes, got up and walked towards the bathroom.
Ha, this old man's resolve is still quite firm.
It's a real pity that he almost reached the next generation in terms of seniority.
But it's okay.
Yan Tingnan had Buddhist prayer beads wrapped around her wrist, yet her six senses were not pure.
She will make this self-disciplined and ascetic Buddhist monk die in her bed sooner or later.
Just as I stepped out of the bathroom, the doorbell rang suddenly.
Su Ruan casually grabbed a men's shirt and put it on, her wet hair hanging down her shoulders, and walked barefoot to open the door.
The waiter respectfully handed over the dust bag: "Your reserved clothing."
Thanks.
She had just taken the paper bag when a surprised exclamation suddenly came from the corridor.
"Ruan Ruan, what are you doing here?"
Su Ruan looked up and saw Yan Yunye standing three steps away, his expression suddenly changing.
Behind him, Wen Wanwan was wearing his coat.
Su Ruan raised an eyebrow.
The battleground came faster than expected.
Yan Yunye's face turned ashen, his gaze fixed on the ill-fitting shirt she was wearing.
The hickey on her collarbone was fresh and glaring, and water was still dripping from her hair.
Who wouldn't misunderstand this?
"You're not answering the phone or replying to messages, Su Ruan, what on earth are you doing?"
His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Su Ruan suddenly wanted to laugh.
She actually slapped him for six years just for this thing?
Tonight, her "boyfriend" Yan Yunye is celebrating Wen Wanwan's birthday, but he forgot that it's also her birthday.
She was like a joke, coldly observing this spectacle that didn't belong to her.
Until she knocked over the champagne, staining Wen Wanwan's dress.
Yan Yunye's brothers laughed and gave him two choices.
"Take off your skirt and give it to Wanwan, or drink this half-bottle of tequila as an apology!"
She looked at Yan Yunye.
He sat next to Wen Wanwan, casually twirling a lighter.
"Boring, but whatever."
"She has a high alcohol tolerance and won't get sick from drinking."
Two sentences shattered her ridiculous expectations.
As half a bottle of tequila burned down her throat, she became aware of the plot.
It turns out I was just a cannon fodder simp destined to die a miserable death.
Their existence is meant to be abused and exploited, ultimately leading to the birth of an unborn child behind bars and a tragic death in the red-light district.
Her six years of heartfelt devotion were nothing more than a fleeting, dramatic tale of a devoted admirer in a novel.
How ridiculous.
She looked up and met Yan Yunye's furious gaze, then suddenly curled her lips into a smile.
Now, it's up to her to decide how the story will unfold.
"The sound of water was so loud on the phone tonight, are you hard of hearing?"
Yan Yunye's breath hitched.
The voice from the phone tonight exploded in his mind.
How dare she?
Right under his nose, in the penthouse suite...
"Su Ruan!!"
"Who did you let touch you?!"
Yan Yunye's voice trembled, and he didn't even realize the sourness in his words.
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