The gilded invitation to the signing ceremony was still spread out on the crystal coffee table in the living room, the four gilded characters "Win-Win Cooperation" gleaming coldly in the halo of the floor lamp.
Yu Jiuyuan curled up in the corner of the sofa, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the invitation, causing the thin gold foil to curl up.
Rong Shenghan had just come out of the bathroom, his dark robe loosely tied around his waist. Water droplets slid down his well-defined collarbone and into the fabric, staining it a dark color.
As he walked to the sofa, Yu Jiuyuan suddenly looked up, her eyes misty with tears, looking as if she had really been wronged, if one ignored the faint, alluring smile at the corner of her mouth.
"It's cold," she said softly, her voice slightly hoarse from just waking up. She moved closer to him, her knees almost touching his calves.
Rong Shenghan looked down at her.
The girl was wearing an oversized white cashmere sweater, the neckline slipped to one side, revealing half of her slender shoulder, which still bore the faint pink marks left by his nibbling a few days ago.
She was clearly ill, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, like hooks quenched in fire, piercing into people's hearts.
He reached out and touched her forehead. The coolness of his fingertips made Yu Jiuyuan flinch, but she then nuzzled against his palm like a spoiled cat.
At the signing ceremony that day, the young master from a collateral branch of the Su family, oblivious to his own mortality, approached Yu Jiuyuan with a wine glass in hand, subtly probing her relationship with the Rong family.
As Yu Jiuyuan was pondering how to subtly dismiss him, Rong Shenghan approached with another glass of wine, his arm casually draped over the back of her chair, his smile as warm as a spring breeze: "Mr. Su, is it? I heard your brother has recently encountered some trouble with his project in the west of the city?"
His tone was calm, but his eyes were like ice, and the young master of the Su family turned pale instantly.
Before the other person could react, Rong Shenghan turned to Yu Jiuyuan and gently touched her earlobe with his fingertips: "Yuanyuan, didn't you say you were a little dizzy? I'll take you back to rest first."
He didn't say a single harsh word throughout, yet he utterly crushed that ill-intentioned probing.
As Yu Jiuyuan leaned against him and walked out, she clearly heard the sound of the Su family's young master gasping for breath behind her.
"Wasn't that because you made me angry?" She nestled in Rong Shenghan's arms, her fingers tracing the buttons on his chest, her voice soft and cloying, "Who told you to touch me in front of so many people?"
"Oh?" Rong Shenghan raised an eyebrow and grabbed her restless hand. "So who's making unwanted advances now?"
His palms were warm, still damp from his recent shower.
Yu Jiuyuan withdrew her hand as if burned, and instead hugged his neck, rubbing her nose against his neck: "I'm sick, Rong Shenghan."
This is the third day since she fell ill.
She developed a high fever the night the signing ceremony ended, and in her delirium, she clung to his sleeve, muttering something intermittently.
Rong Shenghan stayed by her side all night. When he woke up the next day, the young lady was like a different person, clinging to him like crazy.
She had to sit on his lap to eat, lean against him to read documents, and even cling to him so tightly that he couldn't breathe while sleeping.
What's worse, she seems to have completely forgotten the cold war of the past few days. Her eyes are moist, always carrying an innocent yet alluring look, as if she's deliberately trying to hook him.
"I know you're sick." Rong Shenghan sighed and hugged her tighter. "The doctor said you need to rest more."
"But I can't sleep."
Yu Jiuyuan looked up at him, her long eyelashes like two small fans. "Will you tell me a story?"
She rarely shows weakness like this.
Even when she was sick, she always forced herself to endure it, and the aloofness and indifference in her eyes were impossible to hide.
But now, she's like a little animal that has let down all its guard, showing him its softest belly.
Rong Shenghan's heart suddenly softened.
He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his voice extremely soft: "What do you want to hear?"
“Just tell me…” Yu Jiuyuan’s eyes darted around, and she drew circles on his chest with her finger, “Just tell me how you scared that idiot from the Su family.”
Rong Shenghan chuckled softly: "Want to hear this?"
"Mmm." She nodded and snuggled closer to him. "I like seeing you stand up for me."
These words were straightforward and honest, like a pebble thrown into Rong Shenghan's heart, creating ripples.
He knew her personality: selfish, cold, and eccentric, with a calculating nature towards everyone.
But now, nestled in his arms, her eyes clear and her tone dependent, he couldn't help but think that perhaps for a moment, she truly depended on him.
"That fool wanted to curry favor with the Rong family, and also wanted to test your bottom line."
Rong Shenghan gently stroked her hair, his voice deep and pleasant, "Dealing with this kind of person doesn't require too much trouble."
He didn't go into detail about how he shut up the young master of the Su family, only mentioning some unimportant details.
Yu Jiuyuan listened attentively, occasionally humming in agreement, but her fingers began to wander, sliding down his clothes.
"Rong Shenghan." She suddenly looked up and kissed his chin, her voice sweet and sticky, "Don't move."
Her kiss was light, slightly cool, like a feather scratching at the heart.
Rong Shenghan's breath hitched, and he grabbed her wrist: "Yuanyuan, don't play with me."
“I’m not.” Yu Jiuyuan blinked, her eyelashes brushing against his Adam’s apple. “I’m just… a little cold.”
As she spoke, her hand had already untied the belt of his robe.
The snow outside the window started falling again sometime earlier, pattering softly onto the glass like whispered secrets.
Only one floor lamp was on in the living room, casting a warm yellow glow over the two people embracing.
Yu Jiuyuan's breath carried a slightly scorching temperature, mixed with the faint scent of her perfume, like an invisible net, firmly trapping Rong Shenghan in the center.
"You did this on purpose." Rong Shenghan's voice was a little hoarse, his fingertips pinching her waist, but not too hard.
"So what if I am?" Yu Jiuyuan laughed, a sly glint in her eyes. "Who told you to torment me so badly a few days ago? Now it's my turn."
She was like an elegant yet dangerous cat, clearly ill, yet she would raise her claws to tease him, watching him sink deeper and deeper into depravity, the desire in her eyes burning ever brighter.
Rong Shenghan chuckled and flipped her over, pinning her to the sofa.
The snow was still falling outside the window, but the temperature inside was getting higher and higher.
"Alright." He kissed the corner of her lips, his voice husky. "Then let me see just how capable my young lady is."
No one knows how long this tug-of-war triggered by illness will last.
Yu Jiuyuan nestled in his arms, feeling his burning body temperature, and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.
Of course she knew what she was doing.
Being sick is just an excuse, being clingy is also an excuse, and seduction is even more so.
She wanted to see just how crazy this man, who had her by his side and thought he could control everything, would go for her.
After all, isn't the fun of taming pets precisely in watching them lose control for you?
Yu Jiuyuan closed her eyes, feeling Rong Shenghan's kiss on her neck. Her heart was as cold as ice, yet as hot as fire.
She thought that perhaps this game was even more interesting than she had imagined.
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