Chapter 93#
“You Clearly Like It.”#
Heavy breaths were chaotic and urgent.
Various items of clothing—coats, trousers—were scattered messily across the floor, stretching all the way from the doorway to the bedside.
Pale toes tensed, hooking into the deep blue bedsheets and creating ripples of enchanting folds. Faint finger marks remained around the ankles, looking particularly conspicuous against the cold, white skin.
Trembling sounds continuously spilled from Jian Yunchen’s throat. He looked up at Qin Mu, his heartbeat gradually spiraling out of control.
Qin Mu knelt on one knee on the bed, his eyes lowered as his gaze swept over Jian Yunchen inch by inch. His gaze felt almost physical, winding and coiling over the exposed skin. Jian Yunchen’s chest heaved incessantly as he closed his eyes.
When the coolness touched his skin, Jian Yunchen jolted violently.
His wrists were bound by a red tie. He instinctively tried to struggle, but it only drew a low chuckle from Qin Mu.
Qin Mu used a fingertip to scoop a bit of cream, putting it into his mouth and savoring the sweet taste slowly.
“So sweet.”
He was clearly talking about the cake, yet his eyes were fixed on Jian Yunchen’s face.
Jian Yunchen’s breathing was ragged, the corners of his eyes flushed red. His eyelashes were damp with a bit of moisture, trembling slightly as he looked at the other man with a pleading gaze.
“No… don’t, Qin Mu…”
The cream-covered fingertip landed on Jian Yunchen’s skin, causing waves of tremors to rack his body. His trembling voice was broken and lacked even a shred of deterrent force.
Qin Mu slowly leaned down, his deep, magnetic voice ringing right against Jian Yunchen’s ear. The sound alone was enough to make Jian Yunchen’s limbs go numb.
“Don’t what?”
Qin Mu’s fingers pinched Jian Yunchen’s chin, holding him firmly in place. His lips, carrying the scent of cream, pressed repeatedly against the side of his ear.
That small patch of skin quickly became red and hot.
“You clearly like it.”
Hearing these words, Jian Yunchen couldn’t find the slightest will to argue. The gasps he had been suppressing finally broke free, leaking out. The kisses falling on his neck were searing and lingering, moving steadily downward.
After Qin Mu had consumed all the cream, he leaned back in to kiss Jian Yunchen again.
The fragrance of the cream melted between their lips and teeth. Jian Yunchen was forced to swallow quite a bit; his tongue was sucked until it felt numb, and tiny whimpers spilled from his throat.
Qin Mu slowly pulled away, lowering his head to rest his forehead against Jian Yunchen’s. Looking at those hazy eyes, a smile gradually curved at the corners of his own. “Is it sweet?”
Jian Yunchen’s consciousness was blurred. Hearing the question, he instinctively licked his lips.
“Sweet…”
Qin Mu’s eyes darkened. His fingertip brushed across the skin, landing just above the navel.
He tapped that spot. Jian Yunchen jolted and looked up at him in confusion.
“It has to be here.”
Qin Mu sighed softly: “Can you eat it?”
Jian Yunchen was stunned at first, failing to react. Then, he suddenly realized what Qin Mu meant.
A layer of thin crimson quickly spread across his cheeks. He gritted his teeth and glared at him.
Bastard!
A rhythmic knocking sounded on the office door.
Qin Mu lifted his eyelids and gave a lazy reply: “Come in.”
Wen Xing walked in carrying some documents.
As soon as he stood before Qin Mu, he keenly noticed…
The boss seemed a bit unusual today.
Qin Mu was half-propped against the desk, his brows relaxed and his posture languid. His eyes were filled with a sense of satiation. Now that his usual intimidating aura was tucked away, he looked like a lazy big cat that had spent enough time basking in the sun.
Wen Xing’s gaze paused before he looked away.
Wen Xing went through the daily routine of reporting the day’s affairs. When he mentioned Tang Rong, he paused slightly.
“On Tang Rong’s side, the payment for the goods has already been received.”
Qin Mu finally picked up a bit of interest, his lips curling slightly. “Then start closing the net.”
Wen Xing nodded.
Qin Mu looked up at him. Wen Xing stood tall before him, but his face was slightly pale, looking indeed like someone newly recovered from a serious illness.
He rarely showed a bit of conscience: “Assistant Wen, are you feeling better?”
Wen Xing nodded slightly. “Much better, President Shan.”
In the moment he lowered his head, Qin Mu caught a glimpse of red marks hidden beneath his collar. He raised his eyebrows knowingly and smiled at him while propping up his face, his fingertip lightly touching his own neck.
“You should still pay attention to your health, Assistant Wen.”
Looking at that smile, Wen Xing knew Qin Mu had the wrong idea. He let out a helpless, quiet sigh and covered his neck.
“This is an allergy…”
Wen Xing’s gaze unconsciously fell on the spot Qin Mu’s finger was touching.
On that small area, there was also a conspicuous mark.
His gaze snapped back as if he had been burned, as if he had accidentally glimpsed the boss’s private, intimate life.
Wen Xing lowered his eyes and coughed lightly: “President Shan, I have allergy medicine…”
Qin Mu let out a “Ha.”
His thumb lightly brushed over his own neck.
On the cold white skin, the red marks hung there extremely prominently. He pulled his collar down slightly, completely exposing that small patch of marks. There wasn’t just one; they stretched from the side of his neck all the way to his collarbone, some deep and some shallow, looking like he had been marked by someone.
“You mean this?” Qin Mu asked, a smug smile curling on his lips.
“This is a hickey.”
Wen Xing: “…”
Who asked?
He turned his head away and skipped the topic.
“President Jiang sent an invitation, saying the cooperation was successfully completed and he wants to find an opportunity for a gathering with you.”
Wen Xing stated this as part of his routine. Just as he thought Qin Mu would refuse as usual…
Qin Mu agreed.
“Sure.”
Wen Xing’s pen paused. He looked up at him as if to confirm.
There was no expression on Qin Mu’s face. “Let’s make it tonight.”
Wen Xing couldn’t fathom his thoughts, but he had no objections. He nodded and exited the room.
Qin Mu’s gaze grew heavy, settling on an unknown point. The smile on his lips had long since vanished. His fingertips rubbed together lightly, as if reminiscing about a certain texture.
In a familiar restaurant, Jiang Sheng had booked a private room.
His gaze was slightly lowered, yet his lips held a trace of a smile.
The fact that President Shan had rejected everyone else’s invitations but specifically agreed to his was enough to give him some prestige.
Jiang Sheng looked up at the two people sitting opposite him and reminded them in a slightly stern tone:
“This is the first time President Shan is appearing in a public setting. He must place great importance on the cooperation between us. Xiao Chen, you should know what to do, right?”
Jian Yunchen’s movements paused. He looked away, pretending he hadn’t heard.
He still had no idea what kind of intentions this mysterious “President Shan” had toward him. To only agree to an invitation from their family… there was definitely something fishy going on.
Jiang Sheng shifted his gaze to Jiang Yunhan and frowned slightly. After Jian Yunchen had intervened halfway through the previous “punishment,” the matter had fizzled out. Judging by various performances in the company during this period, Jian Yunchen’s abilities were indeed prominent. Jiang Yunhan was undoubtedly excellent as well, but he lacked that competitive spirit.
Furthermore, under the influence of this incident, Jiang Yunhan’s attitude toward Jian Yunchen had become even more clingy.
Jiang Sheng’s gaze darkened. This was not the result he hoped to see.
The group sat in silence, each harboring their own thoughts. The atmosphere grew stagnant for a moment.
Until a sound came from the main door.
Everyone turned their gazes toward it in unison.
The mysterious “President Shan” was finally about to show his face.