The morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist, crossed the lawn covered with a thin layer of snow, and fell on the floor-to-ceiling windows of Yu Jiuyuan's bedroom.
The curtains weren't drawn completely, and a ray of golden sunlight fell right on the edge of the bed, illuminating Rong Shenghan's arm draped around her waist.
The faint red marks from her scratching his wrist from last night still lingered, like a flower blooming silently.
Yu Jiuyuan woke up very early. The person next to her was breathing evenly and was obviously still asleep.
She turned to the side, her fingertips gently tracing Rong Shenghan's eyebrows and eyes.
When he was asleep, his usual approachable gentleness disappeared. His eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyelids, and his lips were pressed into a neat straight line, revealing a hint of coldness that was not easily noticed.
What a perfect mask.
Yu Jiuyuan curved her lips into a smile. When she withdrew her hand, she accidentally lifted the corner of the blanket. The moment the chill crept in, Rong Shenghan instinctively tightened his arms, pulling her even closer into his embrace.
"Awake?" His voice was hoarse from just waking up, with a slight upward inflection at the end, as if he were being affectionate.
"No." Yu Jiuyuan closed her eyes, snuggled closer to him, her nose touching his collarbone, her breath filled with the scent of ebony and desire emanating from him. "Sleep a little longer."
Rong Shenghan chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest transmitted through their skin, carrying a strange soothing power.
He didn't say anything more, but simply adjusted to a more comfortable position, letting her curl up in his arms like a cat.
The fireplace had gone out sometime ago, and the room temperature had dropped a bit, but the warmth of our embrace was enough to dispel the chill.
Yu Jiuyuan could clearly feel his heartbeat, steady and powerful, completely different from his unpredictable emotions.
She knew that Rong Shenghan was not entirely obedient to her, but this ambiguous facade suited her just the right thing. Prey that was too easily tamed was rather boring.
I don't know how long I lay there, but the doorbell rang downstairs again and again, unusually persistent.
Yu Jiuyuan finally opened her eyes, her sleepiness gone, replaced by clarity. "Go take a look," she said, nudging Rong Shenghan's shoulder, her tone as indifferent as if she were discussing something trivial.
Rong Shenghan didn't move, but instead pinched her cheek, his eyes filled with amusement: "Maybe it's Xie Zhecheng. He asked you to go to the exhibition yesterday, and now he can't wait to come and fawn over you?"
"So what?" Yu Jiuyuan raised an eyebrow, her fingertip tracing his Adam's apple, a hint of provocation in her voice. "Isn't it more interesting if more people fight over what's mine?"
Her words were blunt and cruel, yet her tone carried an innocent smile, like a naive child talking about their toys.
Rong Shenghan looked at the pure indifference in her eyes, then suddenly chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss the corner of her lips: "Yes, Miss is right."
He got up and put on his bathrobe, the belt loosely tied around his waist, revealing his defined collarbone.
As he reached the door, he glanced back. Yu Jiuyuan was still lying on the bed in the same position as before. Her off-white silk nightgown had slipped down to her shoulders, revealing a large expanse of fair skin. Sunlight fell on her face, making her look as beautiful as a meticulously painted oil painting.
"Put on your clothes, don't catch a cold," he instructed, his tone filled with genuine concern.
Yu Jiuyuan didn't respond, but waved to him, signaling him to hurry up and go down.
The moment the door closed, the languid smile on her face faded.
His fingertips tapped lightly on the sheets, his gaze fixed on the void, as if he were calculating something.
The system panel appeared in my mind, and the numbers after several names were clearly visible—Xie Zhecheng's 77, Lin Yanran's 46, and the two names that had already been fixed at 100.
The strategy is more than halfway complete, but the power behind the Su family remains shrouded in mystery.
Yuan Xu was engrossed in biology and had no interest in these intricate details.
Rong Shenghan seemed to know something, but he kept it a secret.
Xie Zhecheng is meticulous and might be able to find clues, but his perfectionism makes him always keep his distance from things that are "uncertain".
As for Lin Yanran... his good relationship with the Su family might be a breakthrough, but his 46 favorability rating isn't enough to make him reveal the truth.
Faint conversations could be heard downstairs, but they were not loud enough to make out the content.
Yu Jiuyuan snapped out of her thoughts and slowly got up to change her clothes.
She chose a light pink cashmere dress and wore a white fur coat over it, which made her skin look even whiter and gave her an innocent and harmless appearance, like a naive heiress.
As soon as I walked down the stairs, I saw Lin Yanran standing in the living room.
He wore a burgundy haute couture coat, his hair was neatly combed, and his face carried his usual arrogance, though there seemed to be some irritation hidden in his eyes.
Seeing Yu Jiuyuan come downstairs, his gaze paused, and he subconsciously straightened his back, but his tone was still not very pleasant: "President."
"Is there something you need, Officer Lin?" Yu Jiuyuan sat down on the sofa, and Rong Shenghan naturally walked over, poured her a glass of warm water, and casually touched the back of her hand with his fingertips.
This subtle movement caught Lin Yanran's eye, causing him to frown even more deeply.
"My dad asked me to come and ask when the student council's work plan for next semester will be finalized."
He spoke stiffly, but his eyes involuntarily swept over Rong Shenghan's loose robe collar and the faint red mark on Yu Jiuyuan's neck. The mark was too obvious; anyone could guess what had happened last night.
Yu Jiuyuan seemed oblivious to his odd behavior, picked up the documents on the table and handed them to him: "The general framework is here, but the details are still being adjusted. If you have time, you can take a look and give me your feedback."
Lin Yanran took the document, but the moment her fingertips touched the paper, she recoiled as if burned.
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