Chapter 55 Talking nonsense with weak legs and a racing heart
The plane landed smoothly at Beijing Airport, amidst the slight tremors caused by taxiing.
Su Ruan's eyelashes trembled, and her consciousness emerged from her deep sleep.
I slept very soundly, as if I were sinking into warm, fluffy clouds.
She opened her eyes groggily and found her forehead pressed against Yan Tingnan's neck.
The hand that had been resting on her lower abdomen had somehow transformed into a loose embrace, half-holding her in his arms.
She was wrapped tightly in a blanket, feeling warm and cozy.
She looked up, her gaze focused, and saw a small dark water stain on Yan Tingnan's shoulder.
saliva? !
Su Ruan's mind went blank.
Society is dead!
A massive social media frenzy!
She actually slept on Yan Tingnan's shoulder the whole way!
Sleeping is fine, but why are you drooling?!
Why not let it flow onto Yan Tingnan?
How embarrassing!
"woke up?"
Yan Tingnan's deep voice sounded from above.
He slowly moved his shoulders and neck, which were slightly numb from being used as a pillow.
"Um……"
Su Ruan wished she could bury her head in the blanket, her voice muffled like a mosquito's hum.
Immediately afterwards, Su Ruan hurriedly used her sleeve to wipe away the piece of evidence.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, I didn't mean to."
"This, this..."
We're doomed.
The dark watermark stubbornly spread out and couldn't be wiped off at all.
"cough……"
"Mr. Yan, this fabric of yours is quite absorbent, isn't it?"
Yan Tingnan followed her gaze and glanced at the map on her shoulder.
"Um."
He responded.
"Alright."
"It's just saliva, easier to remove than teeth marks from certain places."
Su Ruan: "..."
The old issues with the garage have been brought up again and retaliated against!
This is something we can't let go of!
This consolation is so unique it's heartbreaking!
You might as well yell at her!
Su Ruan dug her toes into the ground, feeling as if she could carve out a three-bedroom apartment from the first-class cabin floor.
This time, the villain in her heart has given up and is left to be mocked.
Yan Tingnan didn't continue speaking.
He stood up and casually uttered a sentence.
"Get ready, get off the plane."
Su Ruan quickly followed, crossing the jet bridge and exiting the airport.
Once she sat in the back seat of that familiar black Phantom, she didn't even dare to look up at the person next to her.
They remained silent the entire way, the awkwardness festering in the silence.
The main problem is that Su Ruan is too ashamed to speak.
Jing Huai sat in the front row, eyes downcast, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.
The car drove smoothly toward Suruan Apartment.
Su Ruan huddled in a corner of the spacious back seat, the pain in her lower abdomen suppressed by the medicine by seven-tenths, leaving only a faint soreness.
She tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, but her eyes couldn't help glancing to the side.
Yan Tingnan took off the jacket that had been soaked in saliva, leaving only the white shirt underneath.
He closed his eyes to rest, and the lines of his profile appeared particularly hard and sexy in the flowing light and shadow outside the window.
Finally, the car stopped downstairs at her apartment building.
"Thank you, Mr. Yan! I've arrived!"
"Thank you for your VIP care as well."
Su Ruan reached for the car door, one foot already outside.
"Su Ruan".
Yan Tingnan's voice sounded from beside him.
Su Ruan paused, then turned around.
"I'll give you three days off."
"Warm up your frail body before you come out and wander around."
Su Ruan was taken aback and tilted her head slightly.
Domineering, fatherly, and damnably enjoyable.
"Hmm? Mr. Yan has had a change of heart?"
Yan Tingnan sat in the car, resuming his usual businesslike tone.
"Finish off the progress in Yunnan and Hong Kong Island, and keep a close eye on Mr. Chen and Tiangongfang."
Before the "Breaking Out of the Cocoon" exhibition, let's avoid making any more mistakes.
Su Ruan: "..."
"President Yan's approval of this fake document was really reluctant."
She pouted, opened the car door, and got out.
Yan Tingnan raised her chin, gesturing to the brightly lit apartment building behind her.
"Go upstairs. Close the door."
The order was given, clearly implying that the guest should be expelled.
The car windows were rolled up, blocking the view.
The Phantom started up, its taillights piercing the night, and disappeared around the street corner.
A gust of night wind made her instinctively shrink her neck.
The slight soreness in my lower abdomen resurfaced when the wind blew.
“Yan Tingnan…”
As she uttered the name, her back molars felt a little itchy.
This flower on a high mountain, the more you pick it, the more thorns it produces, yet it only makes your heart itch with desire.
The predatory kiss in the elevator on Hong Kong Island, the smoky atmosphere of him cooking in Old Qin's courtyard, the burning hand on his lower abdomen on the plane...
Each scene was incredibly impactful.
No wonder he's the male protagonist of this lousy book world; his level is ridiculously high.
Compared to him, Yan Yunye?
Oh.
They're practically not even the same species.
Yan Yunye is like a wave floating on the surface, naive and arrogant.
Yan Tingnan is a bottomless abyss, covered with ice on the surface and burning with fire at the bottom.
You never know if his next sentence will be a businesslike order or some nonsense that will make your legs weak and your heart race.
Or like today, with a cool, aloof, and ascetic face, doing things that warm your heart.
He's a bit roguish, a bit ruthless, but deep down he has a gentle side that he doesn't flaunt.
Who can resist this formula?
No wonder so many women are eager to pluck this unattainable flower.
Even she is finding it a bit difficult to cope now.
...
Su Ruan spent two days of her three-day sick leave huddled under the covers like a quail.
After taking the medicine and drinking ginger tea, the soreness and coldness in my lower abdomen were forcibly suppressed, and the slight lethargy in my bones was also dispelled by a sense of urgency.
As soon as she was able to get out of bed, she threw herself into her work.
Master Chen Yansheng from Yunnan is overseeing the core craftsmanship, while Tiangongfang in Hong Kong is working day and night to complete the project. The countdown to the "Breaking the Cocoon" exhibition is like a guillotine hanging overhead.
She and Song Shengsheng worked non-stop across the screen, checking details and pushing the schedule to its limits, keeping them extremely busy.
On the third day, Song Shengsheng returned to Beijing, exhausted from her journey, and collapsed onto the sofa like a dehydrated fish.
"Ruanruan! I'm back alive!"
Her voice was hoarse, but her face shone with excitement.
"The old man is a true genius. He not only personally provided guidance, but also used his personal connections to bring in two micro-carving masters to assist him. The progress was incredibly fast."
"The craftsmanship was so meticulous that it made my scalp tingle, but the finished product is absolutely stunning!"
"What about the other side of Tiangongfang?"
"Li Shixiang is personally overseeing the project, working in two shifts day and night. It seems likely that it will be successful within fifteen days."
Su Ruan pinched the bridge of her nose, her eyes dark and her tone resolute.
The two exchanged a glance, and the tension finally eased a little.
They bravely held on to the enormous boulder pressing down on them.
Song Shengsheng took a big gulp of water, feeling as if she had survived a disaster.
"Ruan Ruan, you're a true fortune teller reincarnated!"
"I almost broke my legs walking up that mountain where Old Chen lived. At first, the old man wouldn't even let me in the door."
"I was so anxious I almost knelt down before him!"
"And guess what? I shoved the tablet right in front of his face and showed him the core design blueprints of Canghai Yueming."
"The old man's eyes changed in an instant."
"I studied it for half the night before deciding to come out of the mountains."
Su Ruan gave a tired smile.
"As long as you win the bet, that's all that matters."
Song Shengsheng slumped back onto the sofa, recovering her strength.
"Damn it, we finally made it through."
"That green tea bitch Wen Wanwan almost made me lose my underwear!"
"This breath is making my lungs hurt!"
She sat up abruptly, her eyes wide and fierce.
"Ruanruan, how are we going to settle this score with Jiangxin for breach of contract?"
"She can mess with us once and then she can mess with us again. If we don't teach her a lesson, will she really think we're pushovers?"
Su Ruan chuckled softly.
"Sheng Sheng, Wen Wanwan's little tricks are truly disgusting and painful."
"But in the end, what is it? It's just a dirty trick in business competition, a petty squabble that can't be brought to the table."
Song Shengsheng frowned: "So you mean you're just going to put up with it?"
Su Ruan curled her lips into a lazy, mocking smile.
"Tolerance? That word doesn't exist in my dictionary anymore."
"If you're going to move her, you have to make her feel pain to the bone, so much pain that she can't even extend her claws anymore."
"Want her to die a good death? Then you have to make her court death by doing something that affects Yan Tingnan's core interests."
"Qingyan's sword, once drawn, must draw blood."
"Wait until she herself puts her neck under the blade."
“Back then, we didn’t even have to get our hands dirty; someone else would naturally do justice for us.”
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