Chapter 32 "I'll Help You with My Hands"
Xu Shaoting has no talent or experience in coaxing girls to sleep. He was already living abroad when his two younger sisters were born, so even with his great patience, he had no real opportunity to use it.
"How do you want me to coax you?" he asked calmly, crossing his legs.
The first time I asked someone for advice, I asked very seriously, as if it were something that needed to be done solemnly.
Wen Jia pondered for a moment, then said, "Sing for me."
A brief silence followed.
“Change to another one,” he said.
"Then tell a story."
"...Are there any other options?"
Wen Jia teased, "You don't even know how to coax a girl to sleep. How will Chairman Xu pursue women in the future?" Then she pretended to realize something, "Oh, I forgot, you always wait for girls to take the initiative."
He looked at him as if he had heard something out of the blue. "I always wait for girls to take the initiative?"
Wen Jia nodded repeatedly, but he perceived these nods not as affirmation, but as provocation.
She did it on purpose.
He knew she was doing it on purpose.
"So, you think what we were doing in the bathroom just now was..." He looked her up and down with a meaningful gaze, his eyes unfocused, casual, and extremely frivolous.
Before she could finish speaking, Wen Jia boldly interrupted her. Without hearing or seeing anything, she abruptly pulled the blanket over her head.
Her muffled voice came from under the covers, "Then...then read that book to me."
Upon hearing this, Xu Shaoting smiled slowly and deliberately, "So that's what you wanted to hear."
She pulled the blanket off, but deliberately only halfway, revealing her eyes, and her cheeks and ears were a pale pink from being covered by the blanket for so long and lacking oxygen.
She lay on her side, adjusting to a comfortable sleeping position, deliberately not wearing an eye mask, letting the soft, dim light press on her eyes, and slowly closed her eyelids.
A deep, magnetic male voice was in my ear.
Wen Jia drifted off to sleep in the quiet and gentle atmosphere.
Xu Shaoting had probably only read five pages when he saw her body rising and falling evenly under the covers, her eyelashes lowered peacefully. He closed the book, then picked up his suit jacket and stood up.
He didn't leave immediately, but stood by the bed and gazed at her quietly for a long time.
What happened during the day would become a nightmare reflected in her dreams at night. She did fall asleep, but only lightly. In her daze, she dreamt of what had happened during the day, but luck wasn't on her side. Two cars collided violently, the van flying several meters before finally overturning completely on the asphalt road. Xu Shaoting didn't appear either. Helplessly, she lay in a pool of blood. The sky was a clear, azure blue, but she felt as if the whole world was twisted and collapsing. She tried to speak, but no sound came out.
Outside of the dream, this shock was very brief, lasting only for a moment, and Xu Shaoting did not notice anything unusual about her.
He turned to leave the bedroom. Lin Youzhe's call came at just the right time; luckily, he had it on vibrate so it didn't wake him.
He answered the call and instructed, "Come pick me up now."
Then, as he took the phone away from his ear and was about to press the hang-up button, one of his arms was suddenly gripped tightly by another cold hand.
"Don't go."
The force was unusual; he was shocked that a sleeping woman could have such strength, and he turned to look at her.
But Wen Jia's delicate eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and her open eyes were moist but bloodshot.
Xu Shaoting glanced at her for two seconds, then woke up the screen and decisively gave the order to the person on the other end of the phone:
"Send over a set of clothes tomorrow morning."
He should leave the villa. It's almost the end of the year, and the company has a mountain of things waiting for him to decide, handle, and sign off on. No one else can do these things for him.
No one in the company dared to object to his absence; they were simply surprised, as this was indeed a rare occurrence for their boss, who was always early to arrive and late to leave, and who was present 365 days a year without fail.
He knew he should leave, but even if ten Xu Shaotings in his heart were clamoring for him to stay rational, as long as even one of them felt compassion, all his efforts would be in vain.
He let Wen Jia hold his arm, turned his toes, bent one knee by her bedside, and wrapped his arm around her body.
"Why do you look so aggrieved?" He patted her back.
"I dreamt of the car accident during the day, but you didn't come. I felt like I was about to die."
Xu Shaoting stroked her cheek with one hand, "Do you want me to stay?"
"You're asking a question you already know the answer to..."
Xu Shaoting lowered his head and chuckled, "I'm going to take a shower."
The villa had no men's toiletries. Xu Shaoting used her bath set to wash up and came out of the bathroom.
He was only wrapped in a bath towel, but it was loosely tied, and water droplets flowed down his deep V-line, continuing towards the unfathomable depths. His upper body was naked, and to be fair, he was truly too perfect, both in appearance and physique.
Broad shoulders and a narrow waist, neither too thin nor too muscular, with chest and abdominal muscles that exude strong masculine hormones.
Wen Jia glanced at it briefly before hurriedly looking away, her eyes darting around. "Does Chairman Xu exercise regularly?"
Xu Shaoting looked down at him frankly and chuckled, "I'll take that as a compliment."
Wen Jia pursed her lips, “...There’s a men’s bathrobe in the closet.”
Xu Shaoting looked back at her meaningfully.
She cleared her throat, feeling guilty but maintaining a composed demeanor. "No one has worn it before, and it wasn't bought for anyone in particular. It's simply because... it's a matching set," her voice trailing off, "a matching couple's set..."
Xu Shaoting smiled helplessly, "I didn't say anything."
You're probably thinking to yourself...
Xu Shaoting walked to her bedside and looked down at her.
He grabbed her chin, turning her wandering gaze back to him, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Why are you so certain?"
Wen Jia said sincerely, "If it were me, I would think the same way."
Xu Shaoting's long, slender fingers moved upwards, caressing her cheek. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her ear.
"Has no other man ever worn this before?"
Wen Jia's drowsiness vanished instantly. She curled her lips into a smile and tilted her head slightly to look at the man. "So what if I am?"
The man's features were inches away, his eyes deep and unfathomable. "Wen Jia, you're getting bolder and bolder."
She was surrounded by his masculine aura, so unique and intense that it filled her entire mind.
"Instead of blaming me for being bold, Chairman Xu should reflect on his own indulgence."
He had never heard her answer so spoiled and willful, using his indulgence as a shield. He found it novel. He ran his fingertip across her lips and replied, "I can also not indulge you."
A large hand slid into her lace nightgown, slowly and methodically hunting, finding its target, and then seizing it.
He attacked with great force, even more so than in the bathroom, his other hand reaching around her body to caress her back, allowing her to confidently lean all her weight in his arms.
Wen Jia had never been able to maintain her composure in front of him, and at this moment, she was even more flustered by his sudden offensive. Her body went limp, and she completely surrendered herself to his embrace.
Xu Shaoting then led her to sink into the center of the soft bed.
Although he was still not satisfied, he knew how to restrain himself, stopped what he was doing, braced his arms on either side of her, and looked down at the person in his arms.
Wen Jia bit her lower lip hard, annoyed at her own pathetic behavior. Her heart was pounding in her chest in front of him, as if it were about to jump out of her throat.
He looked at her intently; her short black hair had been washed but wasn't so wet anymore, and it hung down with his movements.
He was very casual, quite different from his daytime persona.
He watched her subtle movements and expressions. "Don't we often film intimate scenes? What's there to be nervous about?"
“That’s all acting, it’s all fake. After filming it so many times, it’ll all be the same.” Wen Jia clutched the corner of the blanket, answering in a serious tone.
She realized she had fallen into his trap after she had already said the words.
"From what you're saying, in your eyes we're not just putting on an act," he asked casually, yet with certainty.
“We’re just putting on an act, but you’re paying me more, so I have to do a good job.”
She went along with it.
Xu Shaoting scoffed coldly and didn't answer her. Although countless thoughts of tormenting her were flashing through his mind at that moment, he noticed the weariness between her brows and couldn't bear it.
Feeling her weight in his arms, he completely abandoned the idea of spending the night in the guest room and whispered, "You should go to sleep."
Wen Jia obediently lay down in his arms, finding a comfortable position.
She's not one to share pillows; she always feels more comfortable sleeping alone than with others.
But that night, things were clearly a little different.
At first, she felt a little uncomfortable in Xu Shaoting's arms, unable to fall asleep. Her eyelashes fluttered uncomfortably, so she simply opened her eyes to look at him. The man's eyelids were closed, his brows relaxed, not as stern as he had been during the day.
He slept so peacefully, as if it were a side of him he never showed to anyone, she thought.
Wen Jia looked him over from head to toe, observing every inch of him meticulously. She noticed his deep-set brow bones, his handsome nose, his slightly aloof demeanor when he wasn't smiling, and his extremely playful lips when he did.
Her mind was already disturbed by everything that had happened tonight, and now she was even more confused. In a moment of passion, she reached out a hand from under the covers, wanting to trace his features.
She never had such thoughts. When filming, she remained calm and indifferent to the male actors who were so close to her. Even when she got into character, it was only for a very short moment.
But tonight, she seemed unable to break out of character.
Her professionalism as an actress vanished at this moment. She no longer cared about getting into character or out of character; she simply moved her slender fingertips slowly closer to the man's face.
Just as he was about to touch the tip of Xu Shaoting's nose, Xu Shaoting suddenly opened his eyes, his sleepiness gone, replaced by a clear and bright gaze.
He grabbed her wrist with his large hand, a smile playing on his lips. "What do you want to do?"
She flinched, trying to escape from his grasp, but the man was too strong and gave her no chance to succeed.
She stammered, "My face is a little itchy... I need to scratch it..."
Xu Shaoting smiled knowingly, "I didn't realize you were so dishonest."
"I can't sleep..."
"reason?"
"You...you know it yourself!"
"I have no idea."
She kept her lips tightly closed, not answering him, but only half-sitting up and glancing at the digital clock on the bedside table, its mechanical screen emitting a faint light.
12:30 a.m.
She nestled obediently back into his arms. "Hurry up, Mr. Xu, do you have to go to the company tomorrow?"
"I'm going," he replied, then paused, and asked meaningfully, "Why are you still calling me Chairman Xu?"
Wen Jia pursed her lips and glanced down at the two bodies pressed tightly together. In the darkness, no one noticed that her cheeks were already slightly flushed.
"Good question... This sounds like something inappropriate between the boss and secretary..."
Xu Shaoting's Adam's apple bobbed. "...Miss Wen, perhaps you should watch less TV dramas?"
She looked serious and well-behaved, saying, "I didn't learn it from watching TV dramas; I actually played such a role."
"So you've been immersed in the role until now?"
Wen Jia nodded in his arms, growing bolder and bolder: "Yes, I'm hallucinating you as him."
Xu Shaoting narrowed his eyes slightly. "Say it again."
Seeing his slightly somber expression, she realized she had gone too far and quickly changed the subject, saying, "Then I'll use a different form of address."
After pondering for a moment, "Young Master Xu...?"
She immediately contradicted herself, "That won't work either, it's like a nanny having an incestuous relationship with a young master."
Xu Shaoting gasped slightly, "...You've played this kind of role before?"
"No, that kind of scene isn't allowed to be broadcast..." she answered very seriously.
Xu Shaoting breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Let's use a different form of address."
"Mr. Xu?"
"Too formal."
Seeing that he was still dissatisfied, Wen Jia was about to throw a tantrum. "What do your family call you?"
"Those who are closer to me will call me by the last two characters of my name, or by my English name."
"So, what would you like me to call you?"
"Just call me by my name."
"I wouldn't dare."
"Why?"
"No one usually dares to do this."
“You dare,” he coaxed confidently, “just call me by my name.”
Wen Jia lowered her eyelashes, buried her face in his chest, and softly called his name.
Since adulthood, few people have called him by his full name. He is tired of the various respectful titles that come with ulterior motives, and people are wary of his power and covet his money.
They're all the same.
He wasn't unaware that she had called out before, but he knew that it was only in a moment of desperation, and he never wanted such special treatment from her.
He listened to her voice, which was thin and soft, with a slightly nasal tone when she spoke.
The echoes in his ears made his breathing inexplicably heavy.
An unspeakable desire quietly rose within me.
She seemed to sense it, and after half a minute of processing, she tilted her head back in his arms, her eyes darting around, and asked with an ambiguous expression:
Are you feeling unwell?
"..."
What do you think?
Will it hurt?
Xu Shaoting took a deep breath and controlled his voice so that she wouldn't notice anything amiss. "I'm fine."
It was so hot it burned her heart, but she was actually just okay.
She was completely unafraid at this moment, full of courage, and her slender fingertips reached down, "I heard... that enduring it is bad for your health."
Xu Shaoting's eyes darkened, and he suddenly grabbed her wrist, lifting her up. "Who told you that?"
Wen Jia clearly didn't dare mention other men in front of him. She leaned against his chest, her sly expression completely natural: "I just said it offhand, isn't that common sense?"
Xu Shaoting could tell that she was lying and feeling guilty, but he didn't call her out on it.
"Common sense?" His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hoarse. "Would you like to try defying common sense?"
His breath and body temperature were extremely hot as he enveloped her, holding her hand tightly. This time, Wen Jia felt shy and scared, her hand trembling and shrinking back.
"I dare not..."
"What are you afraid of? You dare?" he reassured confidently.
He slowly guided her hand, and in an instant, Wen Jia gasped deeply.
Her face, like her heart, burned red and hot.
"Chairman Xu...you are truly gifted." Wen Jia said with a hint of disbelief.
Xu Shaoting chuckled, "You talk as if you've actually tried it."
“Aren’t men like cars?” she whispered in his ear, her breath heavy with hormones, “you know how well they perform once the engine is started.”
"So you're saying you want to try?"
She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment. This time, she looked at the man calmly, "But we don't have that at home..."
She has never bought it.
Upon hearing this, Xu Shaoting raised his head, closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and muttered a curse under his breath.
Wen Jia curled her lips into a smile, her hand slowly moving, pausing for a moment, then gradually and deliberately moving forward.
Her face wore an expression that was utterly innocent and pure, her eyes fixed on him. "How come even your swearing is so sexy, Mr. Xu?"
Xu Shaoting swallowed harder than ever before, and tried to stop him in a low voice.
However, her words were cut off as she propped herself up and kissed the man, saying, "Why don't you want to? I'm partly responsible for your discomfort."
To be fair, she was extremely inexperienced, but she was also very bright and could figure things out on her own, learn quickly without a teacher.
Her hands were getting sore and numb when she heard a muffled chuckle coming from above her head.
“So sexy…” she whispered in his ear, “Mr. Xu, you are sexier than any male actor I have ever worked with, in every way.”
Upon hearing this, Xu Shaoting's expression turned serious, and he gripped her hand tightly, still feeling his scent on it.
He stopped her movements. He wrapped his arms around her waist, easily pulling her down to lie beneath him. His fingertips gently caressed her face, his tone and expression dangerously intense. "Every aspect?" He stared at her intently for a moment. "Which aspects of them have you seen?"
Before she could answer, he chuckled softly, took her slender hand in his, tilted his head, and kissed the back of her hand meaningfully. "You've worked hard. How about we return the favor?"
Wen Jia wanted to refuse, but she forgot that a man like Xu Shaoting would not allow himself to be at a disadvantage.
She could barely resist, clinging tightly to his broad shoulders, unable to utter a complete sentence, only obediently responding to his kisses in a haphazard manner.
At that moment, Xu Shaoting looked closely at her expression, leaned close to her ear, and whispered in a deliberately regretful tone, "What should we do, Miss Wen? From now on, when we film intimate scenes, we'll have to act with my presence."
At two in the morning, the room was filled with enchanting beauty.
She glanced at the bed sheets and scolded him playfully.
Xu Shaoting smiled slowly, "I'll carry you to the second bedroom to sleep."
He gently placed the person on the bed.
The sheets in the second bedroom were dry. Seeing how clean, tidy, and comfortable they were, she thought to herself, "I must give Kaiqing a bonus tomorrow morning."
Xu Shaoting lifted the covers and lay down, reaching out to pull the woman into his arms, his arm cradling her head.
The floor lamp by the bed was turned off, but the bedroom was not completely dark. A bright full moon shone through the white gauze window, casting its silvery light onto the double bed.
Xu Shaoting brushed aside her slightly damp, sweat-soaked hair and saw that she was still immersed in the afterglow of the experience, her strength not yet recovered, her chest rising and falling slightly as she panted.
He smiled and then gently placed a kiss on her forehead.
In the silence, a soft female voice emerged, slightly breathy: "Wouldn't that count as a goodnight kiss?"
“No,” he said, his fingertip moving down to her lips, then he leaned down.
"That's how it counts."
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Author's Note: Lin Youzhe! Go and deliver it to those two!
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