Chapter 45 Let's try this.
Scarves, cufflinks, ties, watches, casual wear—Mu Yan watched as Shang Qiyue picked out a whole host of things, and then stood quietly to the side, waiting.
He assumed that after Shang Qiyue picked out the cufflinks and watch for him, he would be picking out a gift for his friend who was getting engaged.
However, Shang Qiyue would occasionally hold up those expensive items to him, making him somewhat apprehensive.
"Go change and let me see." Shang Qiyue handed him a set of clothes.
The exquisitely made clothes lay flat on Mu Yan's hands, feeling slightly hot.
He wanted to ask, but in the end he simply went to the fitting room and changed into the clothes as instructed.
"Very beautiful." Shang Qiyue nodded in satisfaction.
"Of course, this cardigan is a new item from this year's Milan Fashion Week. You have excellent taste, sir. This outfit looks great on you and is even more suitable for everyday wear than those on the fashion show. It's especially perfect for the gentleman next to you."
"Really?" The shop assistant's praise clearly pleased Shang Qiyue, who nodded and paid the bill with satisfaction.
Back in the basement parking lot, Shang Qiyue looked at Mu Yan, who had been hesitant to speak for a long time: "What's wrong? What do you want to say? I've seen you like this for a long time."
“These things…” Mu Yan hesitated before speaking, “are they for…”
"I bought all of these for you," Shang Qiyue said. "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
Mu Yan subconsciously bit her lip.
He thought that even the richest person wouldn't waste money, especially on themselves.
One cufflink is fine, but President Shang spent a lot of money today. He originally thought that the things he bought later, like the dress at the beginning, were for Shang Qiyue's friend who was about to get engaged, which is why he didn't stop him from the beginning.
But if Shang Qiyue bought it for himself, that would be too wasteful.
“I… these things are too expensive, and I don’t usually dress like this. Sir, there’s no need to waste so much money on me; one banquet doesn’t require all this. It’s not that I don’t like them; I like anything you give me, it’s just that in the future…”
Shang Qiyue smiled noncommittally, leaned over to the passenger seat and kissed him, neither agreeing to not buy it again nor refuting him.
The car arrived at the apartment building where Mu Yan lived. Mu Yan followed behind Shang Qiyue, carrying large and small bags, and took the elevator upstairs.
Mu Yan was picked up by Shang Qiyue and placed on the marble cabinet in the entryway. The door in front of him isolated him from the outside world, and only Shang Qiyue's aura enveloped him completely.
Mu Yan then realized that she might have said something wrong and made her master a little angry.
“Sir…” His voice was a little unsteady, and his fingers lightly touched the man’s shoulder, trying to push him away a little.
"I didn't mean to refuse you or make you angry..."
Shang Qiyue ignored him and pressed him against the picture frame in the entryway, kissing him.
It was an impressionistic painting of water lilies, with delicate brushstrokes, warm and rich colors, tranquil water, and water lilies growing.
"Hmm?" Shang Qiyue kissed him for a while, then chuckled and raised his hand to wrap a cashmere scarf around his neck, gently tucking it in. "Does baby think it's a waste of money?"
Mu Yan's eyelashes trembled, and he turned his face slightly away, but Shang Qiyue grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at him directly.
"But I think it looks great."
"Where are the cufflinks?" The man chuckled deeply, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs and slowly fastening them back on, his fingers gently tracing the man's wrist. "Was this a waste of money too?"
Mu Yan subconsciously tried to pull his wrist away, but Shang Qiyue grabbed it. His movements were unhurried as he straightened Mu Yan's tie and said in a low voice, "Or perhaps you don't want this either?"
Mu Yan's throat tightened slightly, and she avoided his gaze: "Please don't be angry, sir..."
"Angry? I'm not angry."
Shang Qiyue didn't give him a chance to back down. He picked up another watch and gently fastened it to Mu Yan's wrist. His slender fingers tightened the strap little by little until it was the right tightness.
"Hmm?" He lowered his eyes to look at Mu Yan, his gaze deep and unfathomable. "What about this one?"
Mu Yan could no longer utter the words of refusal. Her fingers clenched slightly, her fingertips pressed against her palm, and her breathing became somewhat erratic.
Mu Yan didn't know what expression he had at that moment. He only knew that his heart was beating so fast that it was almost out of control, and his ears were buzzing, as if the whole world had been covered by a soundproof membrane, leaving only Shang Qiyue's deep voice: "Isn't it good-looking?"
But Shang Qiyue didn't stop. He suddenly let go of Mu Yan, turned around and picked up the white strapless dress he had bought at the beginning from the sofa. He casually unfolded it, raised his chin at Mu Yan, and said in a slightly dangerously nonchalant tone, "If you don't want anything else, then try this."
Mu Yan's expression changed instantly. He looked at Shang Qiyue in disbelief, his eyes wide: "Sir, you..."
He stared blankly at the dress, his mind a complete blank, and he couldn't even immediately realize what had happened.
That was the dress he had complimented on in the mall.
The white strapless dress was pure and noble, like a divine messenger from the heavens.
Mu Yan subconsciously looked up. Shang Qiyue's gaze was deep, and the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, as if he was waiting for Mu Yan's reaction.
Shang Qiyue looked at him with a half-smile, his gaze slowly sliding down from his eyebrows to his body, which was exquisitely decorated with a scarf, cufflinks, and a watch. His voice was low and husky: "Don't you think you're not good enough for those things? If you don't want those, then try this."
Mu Yan's heart pounded. He was both ashamed and shocked, and he tried desperately to back away, but the picture frame in the entryway was already pressed against his back.
He had nowhere to retreat.
"Sir, please, please don't joke around... Isn't this the gift you were going to give to the young lady you're getting engaged to...?" Mu Yan's ears turned bright red.
"Who told you that?" Shang Qiyue asked slowly.
“I never said I bought it for her.”
Mu Yan suddenly looked up, her eyes slightly red.
"Hmm?" Shang Qiyue chuckled softly, deliberately drawing out the syllable, his tone slightly teasing. "Do you like this dress, or something else I bought you?"
Mu Yan lowered her eyelashes, her fingers nervously twisting her sleeve, as if she didn't know where to put them.
Shang Qiyue was still standing in front of him, one hand on the entryway, the other holding the white strapless dress, her slender fingers slowly stroking the hem of the dress, looking at him with a meaningful gaze.
"No...no skirt."
"What does the baby want?" Shang Qiyue looked at his reaction, slightly curled the corners of his lips, and a thoughtful interest appeared in his eyes.
"I want...I want something else."
"Do you like all of these?" Shang Qiyue asked him.
Mu Yan's face was almost burning, and he quickly nodded.
Shang Qiyue gently grasped Mu Yan's hand and squeezed his palm as if he were squeezing a kitten's paw.
"Will you still say things like you're not good enough for them and that you're wasting money?"
Mu Yan immediately shook his head.
Shang Qiyue's palm was warm, and the temperature of his fingertips was transmitted through the thinnest skin of his palm, almost instantly spreading throughout Mu Yan's entire body.
It felt like my whole body was on fire.
"If you're obedient, you're still a good baby." Shang Qiyue moved closer, his breath almost brushing against his ear. "What if you forget later and say something so unpleasant?"
Mu Yan raised his eyes and looked at Shang Qiyue's face, which was so close to his own. He leaned in and kissed him, then shook his head earnestly, meaning he would not forget.
"If you say that again, I'll really put this dress on you."
"No, no way," Mu Yan replied in a voice barely audible. He was a man, after all; this was just too, too strange.
Shang Qiyue was finally satisfied. He smiled, let go of his hand, and casually tossed the white strapless dress aside, saying lazily, "If you don't want to wear it, then don't. You'll have to take it off anyway."
Mu Yan's ears instantly flushed a light pink. He lowered his head, biting his lip tightly, his breathing becoming somewhat disordered.
Mu Yan's hand was held by Shang Qiyue, the jade cufflinks on his wrist reflecting the orange-yellow light of the entryway lamp, his fingertips trembling slightly.
He was practically coaxed and forced to stand against the wall in the entryway, his back against the wooden picture frame, forced to face Shang Qiyue's burning gaze.
Behind her, the water lily painting exudes tranquility, warmth, and purity.
"Didn't I tell you that as long as you behave, I won't make you wear it? Why are you still so shy?"
Mu Yan felt his heart pounding. He wanted to look away from Shang Qiyue, but the person in front of him was breathing closer and closer, and the ambiguous temperature gently brushed against his ear.
The accessories she had been forced to wear were removed one by one, and the clothes she had changed into at the mall were also thrown together with the strapless dress.
"No," Mu Yan tried to deny, "I'm not shy."
Shang Qiyue raised an eyebrow, as if he found his answer somewhat cute, and suddenly leaned down to place a very light kiss on the corner of his lips.
"Good boy." He murmured with a sigh, his hand sliding down to Mu Yan's waist and stroking it slowly.
Mu Yan's body trembled slightly uncontrollably. Shang Qiyue's hands were large, and the heat from his palms seeped through the thin fabric, making him flinch slightly, somewhat at a loss.
But his attempt to dodge only made Shang Qiyue hold him even tighter.
The marble countertop was a bit cool. Mu Yan sat there with his bare legs, his 37-degree body pressed against the cold marble, creating an almost surreal contrast of hot and cold.
"Isn't it too cold here?" Shang Qiyue tightened his arms around Mu Yan, pulling him into his embrace, and gently brushed his fingers across Mu Yan's lips. "Why don't you say a word? All you do is spout nonsense all day long, and you never say a word about anything important."
Mu Yan's stiff body slowly softened, and all he could hear were the sounds of his breathing and heartbeat. His consciousness was hazy, as if he were enveloped in warm water.
It almost melted.
Water flow.......
Mu Yan was soaked to the bone, as if he had been pulled out of the water. But he wasn't cold; Shang Qiyue's embrace was warm.
The marble countertop in the entryway was cold and wouldn't warm up even after a long time. But the sofa was warm; even though it was cold at first, it gradually warmed up with my body heat.
The air was humid and lingering.
A tingling, numbing sensation, like an electric current, slowly coursed through Mu Yan's entire body. His eyes were already red-rimmed, and his entire face was wet.
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