Chapter 64 Brother-in-law [VIP]
"Your personal driver has arrived," Qingran said, putting away her phone and walking closer.
Fu Qingyan stared at him intently, then suddenly smiled and pulled him sharply in front of her.
Qingran followed the force and crashed into the man's arms.
As his waist was pulled tighter, Fu Qingyan sighed and whispered in his ear, "Seven hours and three minutes, I missed you so much."
Perhaps it was because he had been drinking, but the man's voice was a bit hoarse compared to his usual gentle tone, and the warmth of his voice as he spoke added a touch of sexiness to the ear.
Qingran caught a whiff of spicy alcohol. The alcohol seemed to be amplified by the man's light sandalwood scent, making his cheeks slightly flushed.
"You remember it so clearly?" Qingran tilted her head and said.
Whether out of avoidance or on purpose, her neck was exposed to the man's view even more.
That section of her fair neck was long and slender, like jade, and under the light, it shone with a pearly luster.
Fu Qingyan's eyes darkened.
"Probably because it's unbearable," the man murmured, his nose brushing against the delicate skin so close to his, his hot breath turning the white jade before him an alluring pink.
"It'll be Saturday in less than three hours," a thin lip lightly pressed against pink skin, the voice muffled, "You said Saturday was a day off, hmm?"
"Are you drunk?" Qingran turned to look at him, her lips accidentally brushing against the man's cheek.
The fleeting warmth on his cheek made Fu Qingyan chuckle softly. He raised one hand to hold Qingran's head to prevent him from pulling away, then lowered his head and kissed his lips.
"I didn't have it before, but seeing you made me drunk."
First, there were tentative pecks around the lips, then the lips were pressed and gently ground and rolled, and finally the lips and teeth were pried open and the kiss went straight in.
The spicy aroma of alcohol and the delicate, cool fragrance linger and intertwine at the tip of each other's noses, gradually blending into another kind of addictive, ambiguous scent.
The headlights of the passing traffic illuminated the spot where the two stood, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, while playful honking continued one after another.
Fu Qingyan frowned almost imperceptibly. After the kiss, he pressed Qingran, who was dazed and clutching the fabric around his waist, onto his shoulder, preventing outsiders from seeing his alluring state.
He then took out his phone and dialed Wen's assistant's number. After the other end answered, he said, "I want the public to pay attention to my recent scandals. I don't want to see any discussions about my private life online."
Assistant Wen: "Yes, Mr. Fu."
The call was brief and to the point. After hanging up, Fu Qingyan explained to Qingran, "Some reporters are like bloodthirsty sharks. They will stop at nothing to get information and will find you in big trouble."
Delivering food in peace is no longer an option.
Qingran nodded quietly, her lips red and moist, her eyes misty as if they were filled with water, which made Fu Qingyan, whose breathing had calmed down a little, lose control again.
His gaze was fixed on the person in front of him, and even though the person was right in his arms, he still felt it wasn't enough.
She wished she could peel away his outer disguise and knead it into her very bones.
The man's right hand was still clasped behind Qingran's head, his thumb slowly stroking his soft earlobe, and he said, "It's time for my personal driver to take me home."
Qingran's earlobes were burning from being rubbed, and just as she was about to agree, she suddenly remembered something: "I don't have a driver's license."
He did learn to drive in the previous world, but Xu Qingran in this world didn't, so although he can drive now, he doesn't have a driver's license.
The young man looked serious yet innocent, and Fu Qingyan couldn't tell whether he was being serious or politely declining.
However, none of this affected Fu Qingyan's decision.
He opened his phone and called another designated driver, while his other hand tightly gripped Qingran's wrist, as if afraid that she would run away.
Qingran secretly curved her lips into a smile, then turned her back to look at the cars parked on the side of the road.
Huh, Fu Qingyan changed cars? Although the car in front of me is also black, its lines are smooth and sharp, and its style looks more rugged and wild.
After calling for a designated driver, Fu Qingyan hugged him from behind.
Qingran: "You changed your car?"
Fu Qingyan glanced in the direction of his gaze: "I couldn't lock you up for longer last time, so I sent you in for maintenance."
This guy is really something. It was clearly the seatbelt that accidentally got stuck... cough cough, and the "accidentally" part was his doing.
"You actually want to lock me up for a little longer? What kind of fetish is that?" Qingran asked knowingly.
Fu Qingyan chuckled as she played with his hand, which was adorned with a bracelet, and kissed his cheek. "You don't want to know the answer."
Hmph, what a charade.
The man stopped his playful kissing gestures only when the new chauffeur arrived on a bicycle. He tossed the car keys to the driver, then led Qingran into the car from the back seat.
After Qingran sat down, she suddenly said, "Now you have a new designated driver."
Fu Qingyan leaned down and kissed the corner of his lips: "It's yours too."
Soon after, the driver parked the bicycle and got on the vehicle.
But the two people who had been embracing intimately when they arrived were now sitting on either side of the seats, each looking out the window, as if their intimacy just moments before had been an illusion.
He was suspicious, but didn't ask anything aloud; perhaps that's just how rich people are.
They carefully drove the luxury car, following the navigation.
In the back seat, the two silent men exchanged glances through the car window, a sight the designated driver could only observe.
"Phew." Qingran breathed lightly on the car window, and with her fingers, she quickly drew a smiling face wearing glasses.
Seeing this, Fu Qingyan breathed on the glass and drew a heart.
Qingran breathed again and drew another pouting smiley face next to the smiley face, the pouting lips kissing the smiley face with glasses.
Fu Qingyan smiled, moved her fingers to draw a second heart side by side, and then a long arrow pierced through the two hearts.
A smile involuntarily crept onto her lips as Qingran glanced back at the man.
Fu Qingyan raised an eyebrow and placed his palm out in the middle of the seat.
Qingran glanced at the man's composed face, then at the middle of the seat, before turning her gaze to the window, her right hand reaching out.
The man closed his hands and intertwined his fingers with his, his smile widening.
So when the designated driver carefully drove the car to the destination, he noticed in the rearview mirror that the two people, who seemed to have become estranged before, were holding hands again.
The driver paused for a moment, then quietly pocketed the fare and tip like a ghost, and rode away on his bicycle.
The underground parking garage became completely quiet after the arrival of outsiders.
The wall lamps overhead and on the ground cast a pale yellow glow, and in the middle, a black car stood still, its rugged exterior resembling a dozing wild beast.
But inside, where the beasts cannot be seen, the atmosphere is quite the opposite – intense and lively.
The seat was reclined, and Qingran lay back on the soft leather, her hands firmly held on either side of her head.
Above, Fu Qingyan gently kissed his wrist. Through the cold metal plate, the kisses were scalding hot, causing small goosebumps to appear all over his forearm.
Then, delicate kisses traveled from her wrists to her ears, along her earlobes, and were then taken into her mouth and teased and sucked.
The man's breath was like sparks, moist and hot, penetrating his skin and seeping into his blood, spreading through his veins to his limbs and bones, igniting his body.
Qingran sighed softly, her eyes glistening with a dreamy, watery light.
His body was hot, and his breath was hot too. It seemed as if the man had invaded and taken away the air and space, making him feel dizzy and unable to breathe.
A tingling sensation crept from his ears to his scalp, and he called out in a trembling voice, "Fu Qingyan."
After another sucking/kiss, the man finally let go of the delicate little thing in his mouth and kissed his lips instead.
"Two words."
Qingran was forced to endure the deep kiss until the man pulled away, at which point she had a chance to call out intermittently, "Qing... Qingyan."
"Very well-behaved." A sigh of admiration.
"Qingyan and Qingran, don't they sound like a match made in heaven?"
One hand was released, and a sudden movement made Qingran frown slightly, her reply a little slow.
"Um?"
Qingran gave a long, drawn-out "hmm," her freed hand unconsciously tightening its grip on the man's black hair.
Feeling the gentle, painless pressure on his head, Fu Qingyan chuckled and sighed, "You really know how to seduce people."
After an unknown amount of time, the car's back door opened.
Fu Qingyan carried Qingran like a child as he walked out of the garage, asking, "Would you like some wine?"
Qingran touched his neck: "Still drinking? You're really not afraid of getting drunk."
“I won’t get drunk,” Fu Qingyan said, his magnetic voice causing his Adam’s apple to vibrate. “Drinking a little will help ease my emotions.”
He was implying something.
Qingran hooked her finger across his sliding Adam's apple: "It seems you have ulterior motives."
Fu Qingyan did not deny it.
As they spoke, the two arrived at the living room.
Turn on the lights, and the modern minimalist space is instantly illuminated. The space is spacious and simple, with a few artistic oil paintings and sculptures interspersed throughout.
The man put it down and went to the wine cabinet to prepare.
Qingran looked at the abstract paintings on the wall, each with its own vivid colors and bizarre shapes, and inexplicably felt that these paintings were somewhat in line with Fu Qingyan himself.
After looking around, Fu Qingyan had almost finished preparing at the wine cabinet and bar. On the counter was a freshly opened bottle of red wine and two transparent stemmed glasses.
Qingran walked over and watched the man raise his hand to pour a third of the wine into a wine glass, then asked him, "Will you drink it?"
Qingran: "I've only drunk it a few times, I don't know if that counts as knowing how."
Fu Qingyan said, "Then this mellow and slightly sweet wine should suit you well." He pushed the wine glass towards him.
Qingran reached out to take it, and the red marks on her wrist were faintly visible under the bracelet.
Fu Qingyan's gaze lingered on his wrist, thinking to herself that, as expected, this skin was indeed delicate.
"how?"
Take a small sip of Qingran. The first taste is a light floral and fruity aroma with oak notes, followed by a subtle sour and spicy flavor and a sweet aftertaste.
"It tastes pretty good, like a complex grape juice."
"It tastes like grape juice, but the alcohol content is quite high."
"So what flavor do you like?"
Fu Qingyan pulled him to sit on her lap, and smiled amusedly at his words: "Me? I like excitement."
He then brought the rim of the glass to the young man's lips: "Want to try some more?"
Qingran took a sip of the wine with the force of the touch, but before she could swallow, the man pinched her cheek and kissed her.
The man was like an elegant yet greedy beast, not only invading the mouth and swallowing all the wine, but also slowly stealing away the air along with it.
A soft moan escaped from Qingran's nose.
The man released his grip as if to give him some air, then wrapped his arm around the back of his neck and pressed it against his collar with a slight force.
"Sweetie, help me bite it open."
The gentler the voice in your ear, the more irresistible the hand holding the back of your neck becomes.
A note from the author:
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com