Anyway, she couldn't be bothered to investigate further. The fact that these people were scheming against each other to get closer to her, and even reaching some kind of agreement in private, was just another interesting addition to her daily routine.
After dinner, Yu Jiuyuan made an excuse that she was tired and pulled Rong Shenghan back to the master bedroom.
As soon as she closed the door, he pressed her against the door and kissed her deeply.
The kiss was urgent, even a little rough, as if it was an attempt to release all the emotions that had been suppressed during the day.
"What's wrong?" Yu Jiuyuan nudged him, her fingertips tracing his tense cheek.
Rong Shenghan didn't speak, but lowered his head to kiss the nape of her neck, his breath hot.
Yu Jiuyuan quickly realized that he was being difficult again, probably because the "negotiation" with Xie Zhecheng and the others that afternoon had disturbed his peace of mind.
She chuckled softly, then tiptoed to kiss him, her tongue gently parting his teeth in a tender yet forceful response.
"Are you jealous?" she asked softly, her fingertips unbuttoning his shirt. "Or do you feel like they're taking up your time?"
Rong Shenghan paused, looked up at her, his eyes swirling with complex emotions—resentment, jealousy, and a hint of barely perceptible grievance.
Yu Jiuyuan's heart suddenly softened.
She raised her hand to stroke his face, looking intently into his eyes: "Sheng Han, to me, you will always be different."
These words were like a spell, instantly calming all of Rong Shenghan's agitation.
He lowered his head, buried his face in her neck, and asked in a muffled voice, "Really?"
“Of course it’s true.” She pulled him to the bedside, pushed him down onto the bed, and straddled him, her fingertips tracing his chest. “Don’t believe me? Then I’ll prove it to you.”
Moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
The room temperature gradually rose, and Yu Jiuyuan's kisses traveled down his lips, carrying a deliberate tenderness and soothingness.
She knew Rong Shenghan's unease and knew how to put his mind at ease again.
Those soft murmurs, those lingering touches, all seemed to be telling him something.
Don't worry, I'm here, and I'll be staying here the longest.
Rong Shenghan gradually became immersed in her gentleness, and the negotiations, resentment, and scheming of the day were all forgotten.
All he knew was that the person in his arms at that moment belonged to him; her breath, her body temperature, the smile in her eyes—all belonged to him alone.
As night deepened, Yu Jiuyuan leaned against Rong Shenghan's chest, tracing the outline of his chest with her fingertips.
"You don't have class tomorrow afternoon, want to come with me to see a movie?"
He uttered a muffled syllable from his throat, tightening his arms around her and saying, "Okay."
Yu Jiuyuan smiled and closed her eyes.
She could guess that starting tomorrow, the "show" at the villa would become even more exciting.
Xie Zhecheng's composure, Lin Yanran's arrogance, Yuan Xu's persistence, and Rong Shenghan's seemingly gentle yet possessive nature will all revolve around her, staging a drama called "competing for favor."
She, however, was happy to be the one who watched and waited for things to unfold.
After all, taming these "pets" with their own temperaments is an interesting thing in itself.
(System notification: Lin Yanran's favorability +2, current favorability 83; Rong Shenghan's emotions fluctuate (positive +25))
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