Su Wanyin glared at him indignantly, remaining silent. Lowering her head, she began to kiss his chest, her voice soft and coy as she said, "If I'm too good, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."
Seeing her boast so shamelessly, Lin Yuan chuckled twice. His large hand held her waist, and his thin lips kissed her reddening earlobe, his voice deep, mellow, and husky, "Whether I can handle it or not, we'll find out by trying."
Soon, the intimate atmosphere continued to escalate. It was a full two hours before Su Wanyin collapsed into his arms.
By then, her voice was hoarse, and the crystalline tears at the corners of her eyes and mouth told the story of what had just happened.
Lin Yuan rested his chin on her shoulder, panting heavily, a lingering desire still in his voice. "I said I'd make you cry tonight."
Her face flushed. She didn't dare to look up, only pinching his waist hard with her hand and letting out a muffled hum.
Lin Yuan chuckled lowly, his large hand stroking her back. After a while, she seemed to recover.
Afterward, Su Wanyin didn't go downstairs for dinner. Lin Yuan had someone bring it up for her, and then he coaxed her into eating some.
That night, she slept very soundly.
The next morning when she woke up, Lin Yuan was still asleep, his head buried in her neck as if sleeping soundly.
Sensing the person in his arms stir, his grip tightened further. His low, lazy voice gradually sounded in her ear, "You're awake?"
"Mhm," she replied in a soft, sweet voice.
"Does your stomach still hurt?" he asked with concern, his palm moving to her lower abdomen to gently massage it.
"It doesn't hurt." As she spoke, Su Wanyin pulled his hand away from her stomach, turned to face him, and asked, "Why aren't you getting up yet? Aren't you going to the company today?"
"No, I'll stay home with you today," he replied softly, his large arm encircling her waist and pulling her into his embrace, his eyes closing again.
Su Wanyin thought he was joking and didn't ask further, snuggling into his arms and closing her eyes.
But who would have thought that when she woke up again, she would realize he was serious. He really didn't go to work and stayed home with her.
In the afternoon, Su Wanyin, wearing a loose dress, sat on the sofa playing with her phone.
Even though the sofa was large, Lin Yuan insisted on leaning close to her. At first, she would move over a bit, but later, she got too lazy to bother and just let him hold her.
And so, they stayed tangled together like that, one looking at documents, the other playing with a phone. They seemed to have no interaction, yet it felt like they were communicating every second.
At some point, Su Wanyin fell asleep in his arms, drowsy. Lin Yuan glanced at her, his brows tinged with tenderness, his eyes filled with deep affection.
He wanted to carry her to bed, but he was afraid of waking her. So, he held her like a child, letting her rest her head on his lap.
She slept so obediently, her steady breathing causing Lin Yuan's heart to flutter. His gaze would occasionally shift from the documents to her face.
When Su Wanyin woke up, refreshed, it was already dark outside, and Lin Yuan's work was still not finished.
She didn't rush to get up, but instead stared at him for a good while before saying in a lazy, sweet voice, "A man who works diligently is indeed handsome."
Hearing this, Lin Yuan chuckled lowly, looked down at her, and asked, "What are your standards for handsome?"
"Huh?" She blinked, then opened her arms and hugged his neck, using the leverage to sit up, and said coquettishly, "You are the standard."
Indeed, the sweet talk from a little vixen was deadly.
Lin Yuan, hearing her words, nodded in agreement. He put down the documents he was holding and pulled her slender waist into his arms.
Seeing that he was about to kiss her, Su Wanyin quickly changed the subject. "I'm hungry."
"Okay, let's go downstairs to eat." Lin Yuan seemed to be in a very good mood. He picked her up and walked downstairs.
As expected, men also need to be coaxed with sweet words.
On Wednesday, Su Wanyin accompanied Lin Yuan to a cocktail party.
Previously, she disliked such social events and rarely attended. Lin Yuan never forced her, but he never brought any other female companions either.
So, when Su Wanyin actively offered to accompany him this time, he was quite excited and thrilled.
The banquet hall was luxuriously decorated, with clinking glasses and men and women chatting and laughing.
Today, Su Wanyin wore a silvery, flowing long dress with a high slit. The tight-fitting design beautifully outlined her graceful figure, and the slit hem revealed her fair, long legs. Wearing nearly ten-centimeter stiletto heels, she attracted everyone's attention the moment she entered with Lin Yuan.
Her skin was already fair and translucent, like fine jade, and under the lights, it seemed to glow.
She had come today to declare her ownership, to let all the women coveting Lin Yuan know that they had no chance.
Lin Yuan quickly noticed the appraising glances from the men around them. He couldn't help but tighten his arm around her waist. He admitted he was a little jealous. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "How many men are you planning to bewitch tonight?"
After he said that, Su Wanyin suddenly realized the gazes from all directions. She had only been focused on outshining those women today and had forgotten about so many men. If she had known, she would have been more reserved.
"I only want to bewitch you," she pursed her lips and whispered. "Then no other woman will dare to covet you."
Hearing her direct flirtation, Lin Yuan's lips curved upwards, his heart instantly melting.
"With you here, who would dare to covet me?" he murmured, before leaning in to kiss her lips, completely disregarding the eyes of others.
After all, he also needed to declare his ownership. The men who coveted Su Wanyin were far too many.
Afterward, they chose a corner to sit and rest.
Everyone at the banquet occasionally glanced over. What was happening there truly shocked them.
Rumored to have a disharmonious relationship where each did their own thing, these two were now acting so intimately.
President Lín, who was always aloof, never brought a female companion to banquets before. Yet now, he had brought his beloved wife, his eyes so tender they could almost drip water.
"Don't be nervous. If you're uncomfortable, we'll leave in a bit," Lin Yuan said, wiping some cream from the corner of her mouth, his eyes full of affection and indulgence.
He had only come to go through the motions and show her off to everyone. So leaving early was fine. It would also prevent other men from looking at her too much.
Su Wanyin seemed a little shy about his intimate gesture, her heart beating faster. To distract herself, she fed him a spoonful of cake. "Do you want some?"