"Mom, is something the matter?"
Since there were no outsiders present, Ye Sinian did not call her "Auntie".
Gu Baiwei stammered, "It's that... Niannian, Shihan is not even three months old yet, it's not suitable for you two to do that."
With just one sentence, both of their faces immediately turned red.
"Okay, Mom."
After speaking in a low voice, Ye Sinian blushed and quickly left.
When they returned to their seats, Xia Shihhan asked him with some confusion, "What did your aunt say to you?"
She wore exquisite makeup today, and her face was exceptionally radiant. Looking at her face up close, Ye Sinian felt his heart pounding wildly.
He quietly took her hand under the table, leaned close, and whispered something in her ear.
"Ye Sinian, you...you shameless."
Xia Shihan blushed and gently punched his chest. Her fair and delicate face was so red that it looked like it was about to bleed.
This man usually looks cold and aloof, but he can still spout lewd remarks without hesitation.
Looking at the stunningly beautiful face before him, Ye Sinian's heart stirred slightly. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, whispering, "It's alright. If you really want to, we can do something else..."
Xia Shihhan's face turned even redder. Sure enough, once a man gets married, his skin starts to thicken. He had never said anything like that before.
Gu Baiwei stood not far away watching the sweet interaction between the two, feeling gratified. She had worried that her silly son was a dullard with no romantic feelings, but she didn't expect him to be so good at coaxing his wife.
Look how well he's coaxed his daughter-in-law; her face is practically beaming with joy.
What are they talking about? Why are their faces both red?
As she was wondering, a warm embrace suddenly pressed against her back.
Shen Yanqing rested his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath making her ears turn red: "Weiwei, I'm tired, let's go home."
She quickly pushed the person over; luckily, they were in a corner and no one was paying attention, otherwise it would have been incredibly embarrassing.
"I'll have the driver take you home."
"I want to be with you tonight..."
Before Shen Yanqing could finish speaking, she covered his mouth with her hand: "Don't talk nonsense."
She felt a wet, slippery touch on her palm as soon as she finished speaking, and her face flushed instantly. How could this person...?
In the end, Shen Yanqing managed to bring the person back to her villa as she had hoped.
As soon as you enter, you're pressed against the door, and hot lips follow closely behind, carrying a faint, intoxicating scent of wine.
Gu Baiwei reached out to push the person away, but her lips were covered and her hands were pulled above her head, leaving her no way to resist.
"Weiwei, respond to me."
Shen Yanqing whispered close to her lips, his voice seductive.
She looked up, her eyes misty with tears, her red lips like flowers just soaked in water, delicate and alluring.
Shen Yanqing's Adam's apple bobbed as he held the person firmly in front of him and lowered his head to kiss him.
...
In the presidential suite on the top floor of the Golden Eagle Hotel, on the third floor.
The carpet and sofa were littered with clothes, and on the large bed, two figures were tightly entwined.
In a daze, Ye Yunting saw Gu Baiwei's shy and timid face, just as charming and lovely as on their wedding night.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he rolled over, pinning the woman beneath him, his voice low and husky: "Weiwei."
The woman trembled slightly upon hearing the name, then pursed her lips and hugged him tightly, her red lips brushing against his ear: "Yun Ting, it's me."
Ye Yunting's body tensed for a moment, his eyes blurry with drunkenness as he stared at the woman in his arms: "Weiwei, don't leave me."
He slowly leaned down and kissed the lips he had been waiting for.
The woman unconsciously clenched her fists, then slowly released them, her eyes fixed on the swaying light above her head, her heart filled with sorrow.
That night, some were heartbroken, some got what they wanted, and some slept naked all night and almost caught a cold.
The blinding sunlight streamed into the room, and the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes. The headache from the hangover made him frown uncomfortably.
Shen Yanqing was awakened by the cold. The early autumn mornings and evenings were already a bit chilly, not to mention the windows were wide open.
He propped himself up and realized he was completely naked. Memories of last night began to resurface, and he felt...
His gaze shifted downwards, and he saw that the fabric in the key areas was still intact. He breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, a faint sense of loss lingered in his heart.
Turning my head, I saw the petite woman next to me with her rosy cheeks buried in the blanket, her hands wrapped around it, her cheongsam lifted up by her movements, revealing a long, white leg draped over it, sleeping soundly.
Looking at her rosy cheeks with a faint blush, he felt a slight stirring in his heart and slowly moved closer.
With a "smack," a slap landed squarely on his face, instantly shattering the ambiguous atmosphere.
The woman rolled over and muttered softly, "Big Yellow, don't lick me."
Shen Yanqing: "..."
He smiled helplessly and helped her cover herself with the blanket, then he couldn't help but sneeze.
He vaguely remembered that the woman helped him take off his soiled clothes last night and seemed to have wiped him down. At first, she covered him with the blankets, but later she took all the blankets away, leaving him to freeze all night.
He stood up, closed the window, reached out and touched her hair, then went to the dressing room and casually picked out some clothes to put on.
I had just finished getting dressed when there was a knock on the door.
"Sir, the master is here."
The nanny's voice rang out at the door. Shen Yanqing frowned. What did the old man want to do so early in the morning?
"Okay, I'll go out now."
He opened the door and went downstairs, where he saw Shen Nanshan sitting on the living room sofa with his legs crossed, and two burly bodyguards standing behind him.
Seeing him come down, Shen Nanshan took off his sunglasses, looked inquisitively behind him, and then said with a knowing look, "You brat, don't you know to be gentle the first time?"
"Dad, what are you saying?"
Shen Nanshan beckoned to him, and once he sat down beside him, he leaned in with a gossipy look on his face and whispered, "How was it? Didn't you use that thing? When will I be able to hold my grandson?"
"Pfft."
Shen Yanqing spat out the mouthful of water she had just drunk, and the nanny immediately stepped forward to quickly clean it up.
"What? You brought someone home yesterday, didn't you? You didn't do anything, did you?"
Shen Nanshan looked at him with a look of disappointment: "Back in the day, your father fell for your mother the first time we met. And you, you're almost thirty and still haven't had sex."
Just then, a commotion came from upstairs. Shen Yanqing's expression changed slightly, and she immediately pushed the person out, saying, "If you have nothing else to do, go back to your own home. I have other things to do."
"I'm not leaving. I'm going to stay here and help you bring your wife home."
"Mom just texted me saying my flight is in a bit."
"What? Why should she tell you but not me?"
Shen Nanshan jumped up from the sofa: "You should seize the opportunity. I'm going to pick up your mother first."
After saying that, he hurriedly left with his bodyguards.
Upstairs, Gu Baiwei had just come downstairs when she heard this question and looked over in confusion: "What opportunity?"
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