Chapter 10 The Domineering CEO
The man had just taken a shower, and his body carried a fresh, post-shower scent. As he leaned closer, the subtle fragrance gradually intensified; it was a woody citrus scent.
As the fragrance drew near, cool lips placed a kiss on the brow and the tip of the nose, a fleeting touch, carrying an unconscious sense of exploration and tenderness.
Someone who usually seems so aloof, yet their lips are so soft when kissed.
Qingran gazed intently into the man's dark eyes.
If those eyes were once a calm, still lake, now they are a vast, boundless sea, the calmer the surface, the more turbulent the undercurrents beneath.
She seemed to hear the pounding of a heartbeat in her ear. Qingran raised her hand and touched the man's handsome face. Her seductive voice was as sweet as honey: "Achen, this is not enough."
As she spoke, her lips brushed against the man's lips almost imperceptibly, like a soft feather causing a slight tickle.
The man's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he tightened his grip on the back of Qingran's head, forcefully forcing him to get closer to him.
The bouquet of flowers squeezed between the two people suddenly fell to the ground.
The pink and yellow petals scattered haphazardly, then were mercilessly trampled by two intertwined legs.
One of the feet was barefoot, the fair skin of the bare feet stepping on the uneven brick ground, accidentally stepping on a protruding pebble—
"Hmm."
Before she could utter a sound, she was grabbed by the waist and lifted onto the table in the main room.
The atmosphere in the dilapidated house gradually warmed up.
Rapid breathing, sticky, watery sounds, and an uncontrollable whimper escaping from her throat...
Qingran was excessively honest about this matter.
The intermittent sounds around him were like an invisible aphrodisiac, forcing the man to grip the edge of the wooden table with one hand, the veins on the back of his hand clearly visible, showing the force he was using.
A moment later, unable to bear it any longer, he let go. On his way back, he bumped into something on the table, and the sudden coldness jolted the man from his terrible passion.
Yan Chen opened his eyes, stepped back, and took a heavy breath.
Forced to stop, Qingran's alluring eyes were reddened, and she pinched and played with the man's earlobe in dissatisfaction: "Regretting it?"
Yan Chen was pressing his forehead against Qing Ran's nose to calm his breathing, but when he saw those watery eyes, he couldn't help but place a light kiss on her lips, which were already swollen from being kissed.
“...You know perfectly well that’s not true,” he said in a hoarse voice.
A sly smile played on Qingran's lips: "That's because of what?"
The man straightened up and took the thing that had just chilled him: "I bought you ice cream, in case it melted."
Qingran lowered her gaze.
Before me was a very common white plastic bag, but what was unusual was that the bag was filled with ice cubes, and in the middle of the ice cubes lay a vanilla-flavored ice cream.
Much of the ice in the bag had melted, and when I lifted it up, ice water was still dripping down from the holes I poked in the bottom.
However, the ice cream inside was intact, and the tip of the ice cream sprinkled with chocolate chips under the plastic lid had not melted at all.
"I couldn't find a suitable foam box, so I bought extra ice."
The man took out an ice cream and handed it to Qingran. His face, which was usually expressionless, still betrayed no emotion. He said, "Try it and see if it's melted."
Qingran, who hadn't experienced genuine joy in many years, had to admit that she was pleased at this moment.
His casual remark in the morning sounded more like a challenge, but Yan Chen completed it for him without hesitation.
What's rare isn't the object, but the sentiment.
After taking the ice cream and savoring it carefully, she said, "It hasn't melted." Then she made the man look up, smiled, and placed a kiss on his lips: "A reward."
Yan Chen's face remained expressionless, but his heart softened even more.
As I turned to deal with the plastic bag, I saw the bouquet of flowers that had fallen to the ground.
Qingran glanced at it casually: "Just throw it away, there are plenty in the mountains."
Upon closer inspection, the scattered flower branches only had some petals missing. Yan Chen bent down and picked up the flower branches one by one: "They're not damaged."
After throwing away the plastic bag, I went to the kitchen and when I came back, the scattered bouquet had been transformed into a beautiful bamboo tube vase.
The bamboo tube was originally a discarded chopstick holder.
The aloof man carried a vase of vibrant flowers, casually trimming any excess leaves from the stems as he moved about.
Qingran tilted her head and looked at the scene.
In a few more years, he will understand what this strange sense of harmony is; later netizens called it the feeling of being a husband.
The vase was placed behind Qingran.
Coming to his senses, Yan Chen noticed Qing Ran staring intently at him. The familiar gaze eased his expression. "What's wrong?"
Qingran shook her head: "Is everything going smoothly?"
Yan Chen: "Yes, I've received the payment."
"The next draft is due in four days," he mentioned.
Seeing that Qingran hummed in agreement without asking further questions, the man pursed his thin lips and asked, "Qingran, have you thought about renting a place in the county town?"
Qingran looked at him, her bright red lips stained with light blue milk.
Yan Chen calmly analyzed: "Life in the mountains is indeed peaceful, but it is also extremely inconvenient."
Being away from cities and populated areas reduces a lot of troubles, but to some extent, it also means avoiding the development of the times.
"Living in the city isn't that easy," Qingran said, slowly licking her ice cream clean.
Putting aside everything else, rent, utilities, food, and other necessities all cost money.
After confirming that he was not opposed to going down the mountain, Yan Chen said, "You just need to make the decision, and I'll figure out the rest."
He had checked out rental prices and earning opportunities in the county town today, and if the plan goes smoothly, he should be able to complete his rental goal within half a month.
Qingran did not refuse, and slowly swallowed the last bite of the egg roll skin, asking, "Do you want to go down the mountain to better find out about your origins?"
"..." The man paused for a moment, then said, "I don't deny that this is part of the reason."
Another reason was that I overheard Qingran chatting with his classmates that day and learned that he should still be of school age, so it was a pity that he was trapped in the deep mountains at such a young age.
“Okay,” Qingran readily agreed, her words carrying a hidden meaning, “After all, I also hope that Achen can regain his memories as soon as possible.”
Then she gently kicked the man's shin: "Could you help me get my shoes?"
His shoes were left on the rocking chair in the shade of the trees.
The man turned and left.
[Did Yan Chen also rent a house in the county in the original storyline?]
System: [Yes, Zhou Qingran was a little reluctant, but the male lead's attitude was firm.]
It asked Qingran, "[Host, don't you want to live in the city? Don't worry, I can help you cause trouble!]"
I haven't noticed that it's becoming increasingly unburdened when it talks about things that disrupt the plot.
Qingran: [How could that be?]
The man who had turned back smiled slightly, but in his heart he thought: [Yan Chen and I are currently deeply in love, of course I should help him.]
System: Huh?
Are you not going to cultivate feelings anymore?
night.
After washing up, the two adult men inevitably spent some time together in bed. Fortunately, Yan Chen was aware of the situation and stopped before things got out of hand.
Qingran, forced to stop: ...
Humans are truly the species he has ever seen that loves to limit themselves the most.
What's wrong with having a night of pleasure when you're in the mood?
Even if he and Yan Chen didn't have an "emotional foundation," there are plenty of fleeting romances in the demon realm where they fight one second and roll around together the next, only to go their separate ways afterward.
Only humans are fond of upholding self-discipline and propriety for things that are invisible and intangible, and of not crossing the line.
Qingran lay lazily on the man's chest with her eyes half-closed.
But that's precisely what makes humanity so fascinating.
During his travels in the past, he had seen male humans who spent their days indulging in debauchery and lingering among women. He had only one thought about these creatures who had lost their human characteristics.
It is not registered as a human.
"Are you alright?" a low, hoarse voice asked from above.
The man's hand that had gently stroked her back was burning hot. Qingran opened her lips and bit the firm chest muscle beneath her face, saying in a light tone, "I would be better if Achen didn't stop."
A single sentence could send a man's heart, which was about to calm down, racing again.
His lover was excessively honest about some things.
There's no need to do anything deliberately; the other person just needs to not suppress their feelings, and every reaction that follows can easily cripple Yan Chen.
"Does Ah Chen have any plans regarding renting a place?"
Fortunately, Qingran quickly changed the subject.
Yan Chen composed himself: "I inquired around the city today, and the monthly rent for a decent apartment in the city center is only around 500 to 800, while we can get 1,500 for completing the two translation jobs."
It's more than enough to cover a month's rent and expenses.
Qingran: [Is rent in the county town really that cheap?]
System: [Because it's a small county town, even if you added a zero to the end of the rent for a similar apartment in a first-tier city, you still might not be able to find a place to rent!]
"However, nowadays the general rule for renting a house is to pay three months' deposit and one month's rent in advance, plus there was an element of luck involved in getting these two orders."
When it comes to serious matters, the man's attitude is very objective and rational.
He knew that the high prices for these two orders were due to the tight deadlines and high difficulty. Normally, the website would offer more small orders with a reward of a few dozen yuan, and getting one depended entirely on speed.
So I gave myself plenty of time.
After listening to him finish speaking, Qingran said, "I can help."
“No need, it’s just a little more time for me,” Yan Chen disagreed, patting his smooth back and saying, “You don’t need to touch your savings.”
deposit?
Qingran, who was resting her head on the man's chest, raised her head: "When did I say I had any savings?"
"..." Yan Chen looked at him.
The person being looked at by him raised an eyebrow lazily, almost in a defiant manner.
This confident attitude made the man, who rarely smiled, chuckle. The smile was shallow, but the instantaneous melting of his icy demeanor was enough to amaze.
How to put it? Yan Chen was both surprised and not surprised, with a sense of helplessness that came naturally.
I knew Qingran was short of money, but I didn't expect it to be this bad. The cash she took out a few days ago was probably all she had.
Most of it was given to him.
“Ah Chen has a very handsome smile,” Qing Ran said, stroking the man’s face.
Before long, he used both hands to recklessly knead that handsome, cold face into various shapes.
The man remained calm and let him do as he pleased, his gaze fixed on his every smile and gesture, like a toy that wouldn't resist.
It wasn't until Qingran squeezed his lips until they pursed and then lowered her head to bite them that his body seemed to be infused with a soul, turning the troublemaker over and pinning him down.
"...He loves to bite people so much."
The man also gently bit his lover's lips.
The soft and sweet taste was indeed wonderful, so I closed my eyes and savored the sweetness even more deeply.
They embraced by the lamplight, their love burning brightly in the deep of night.
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