Repaying Debt
Emerging from Lin Ge’s house, Song Yuhang was already waiting. She squatted on the side of the road, smoking a cigarette. Hearing movement at the door, she threw the cigarette and greeted them.
“Lin Yan.”
Lin Yan stumbled and hooked her neck. Song Yuhang supported her by holding her waist.
She turned her head and said goodbye , “Well then, I’ll go first. See you.”
Lin Ge stood at the door, watching them leave. Song Yuhang also nodded slightly at him.
“See you.”
Song Yuhang opened the car door and helped Lin Yan inside, saying, “I told you, how much did you drink again?”
Lin Yan, still clinging to her neck, extended a finger and wiggled it, “Red ones…”
She burped from the alcohol, then extended another finger, “One glass…”
Song Yuhang chuckled, closing her fingers together, “Alright, time to sleep.”
The space inside the car was cramped, and they were close. With the car door still open, Lin Yan, one hand hooked around Song Yuhang’s neck, spoke with warm breath brushing against her face. The hand she held was also burning hot.
Lin Yan tugged at her collar, pulling her down, and teasing her nose, “I’m not drunk…”
Song Yuhang couldn’t resist the itch in her heart. Glancing around at occasional passing cars, she succumbed to Lin Yan’s playful seduction. She lowered her head, giving her a lingering kiss.
“Mmm…” Lin Yan still pushed her away, “Go home.”
Song Yuhang licked her lips, looking at Lin Yan with a slightly hazy expression. Tipping her head back, her face flushed, she couldn’t hold back anymore. Hastily closing the car door for her, she returned to the driver’s seat, stepping on the gas.
“Let’s go home.”
After bidding farewell to Lin Yan, Lin Ge didn’t leave. Instead, he stood there, watching the scene inside the car with a meaningful look.
Someone approached him and whispered, “Young Master, he’s here, waiting for you in the basement.”
Initially, it was thought that she was drunk. Little did Song Yuhang know, as soon as they got home, Lin Yan decided to take advantage of the apparent inebriation and flipped her onto the couch.
Song Yuhang was astonished, “You’re not drunk?!”
Lin Yan undid the hair tie, and her voluminous curls cascaded down, stunningly beautiful under the dim, yellowish light.
She arched her eyebrows, smiling seductively, and skillfully undid Song Yuhang’s belt buckle.
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“I can’t smoothly escape if I’m not sober…” Her nails grazed the edge of her pants, slowly moving downward.
“By the way, I’ll dismantle your guard too.”
Song Yuhang gasped, immobilized under Lin Yan’s grip, “Your nails are too long. I think I’d be better at this.”
Lin Yan extended two fingers from her right hand, shaking them, “Here, cut them off. Smoothly filed. Don’t believe me? Try.”
Not only were there no nails left, but even the nail polish was gone. This stark contrast with the other flamboyantly adorned fingers created a striking effect, making it look even more… you know.
Song Yuhang’s vision darkened, almost passing out. Frantically swallowing saliva, she recoiled, “No, no, no, Lin Yan, Yanyan, please listen to me…”
Lin Yan’s expression changed, pulling out Song Yuhang’s belt and entwining her, a hint of gritted teeth in her tone.
“Shut up. This is what you owe me.”
Song Yuhang indeed fell silent, though it was more due to being silenced by her.
Outside the window, snow had begun to fall at some point.
Inside, the heating was working well.
Clothes scattered by the sofa.
Their passion had tinted their wheat-colored skins with a rosy hue.
Song Yuhang tilted her head, struggling to breathe, “Lin Yan… can you turn off the lights?”
A dim floor lamp still glowed beside the sofa.
Lin Yan’s gaze was excessively heated, almost scorching her, consuming not only her body but her soul.
There was a transparent residue at the corner of her lips.
She kissed Song Yuhang, “No… I want to see you clearly… taste your essence… properly.”
The two intertwined, Song Yuhang’s limbs turned weak, her words mumbled, “I prefer… yours.”
The sofa creaked, accompanied by the weighty exchange of breaths.
Song Yuhang’s hands were bound, unable to move.
She bent her legs, only to be gently released.
Lin Yan: “Relax, you’re too tense.”
“I…” Song Yuhang, for once, showed a bit of panic on her face.
Lin Yan held her, one hand interlocked with hers, pressing against the sofa.
She patiently treated it like a work of art, waiting for the right moment.
“Don’t worry, there might be a slight discomfort, but it’ll be comfortable later.”
“Cooperate with me?”
Her long hair fell onto her face, and Song Yuhang leaned in to kiss her.
“Mmm.”
That night was indeed very long, as Lin Yan had said. True to her expertise in human anatomy as a forensic expert, after the initial discomfort, they quickly soared to the clouds.
She lay on the soft sofa, enveloped in the faint scent of her lover’s perfume. Together, they plunged into the surging waves of passion.
Just as Lin Yan had never fully trusted anyone, Song Yuhang hadn’t entirely surrendered control to anyone either.
They were each other’s greatest exceptions.
Lin Yan undid the belt wrapped around Song Yuhang’s wrist, turning this solo performance into a duet.
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Compared to the previous time when both were in a state of emotional turmoil, this time had a touch of tender allure and intriguing subtlety.
They had time to spend on the long snowy night and the rest of their lives.
Amidst the pinnacle of joy for Song Yuhang and Lin Yan, another transaction quietly unfolded.
“It seems she’s sensed something wrong with you.” The man’s voice was hoarse, speaking from the shadows.
A slightly younger man clenched his fist, emotions churning in his throat.
“Aren’t you going to take action? She has to die.”
“No.” He finally breathed a sigh of relief. “Until we get Lin Youyuan’s will, she is still the legal heir of the Lin family and can’t be killed.”
“But—” He suddenly lifted his head, a ruthless gleam in his eyes.
“The other one has to die.”
“As for her…” The man chuckled, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. “That person’s child has grown so big now.”
As the man spoke, he walked back, sat down, and lit a water pipe. “You’re right. She’s still alive, posing a hindrance. Not only did she eliminate the hidden stake, Li Yang, but she also attempts to reverse the situation…”
However, the tobacco in that water pipe was…
A swirl of blue smoke rose.
The man took a few puffs, leaning back in his chair, his face showing a hint of intoxicated expression.
“After all, this matter poses a threat to you. It’s normal to fear her, even to contemplate killing her.”
“Have you figured out how to proceed?” The man asked again.
The young man chuckled, “We still need bait.”
“Oh?” The man chuckled lightly, raising his champagne glass to clink with his.
“Here’s to your success in advance.”
Countless encounters last night, and Lin Yan’s last memory was in the dressing room, waking up on the bed.
Song Yuhang slept soundly. For the first time, Lin Yan woke up later than her. Lin Yan carefully moved Song Yuhang’s hand from her waist, stealthily lifted the blanket, and got out of bed.
When her knees touched the floor, she felt weak. She held onto the bed, her back and waist aching. Planning to tidy herself up in the bathroom, she slowly made her way out of the bedroom, gently closing the door.
When Song Yuhang woke up and found no one in bed, she jumped up and ran downstairs without bothering to put on slippers.
“Lin Yan?!”
Lin Yan, wearing plush slippers and a robe, her delicate and fair wrist extending from the sleeve, was busy lighting the stove.
Hearing her call, Lin Yan turned around, a face mask still on her face. “Huh, why isn’t this stove lighting up?”
The moment Song Yuhang saw she wasn’t in bed, she felt her soul leaving her body. Now that the dust had settled, she walked over, rubbed Lin Yan’s head, and embraced her.
“Early in the morning, what are you up to, hmm?”
“Oh, nothing… just woke up and wanted to move around a bit.” Lin Yan glanced up at her, feeling a bit awkward as she tried to touch her nose. Realizing her hand was wet from the face mask, and recalling that she had just hugged Song Yuhang with the mask on, her clothes rubbing against it, she suddenly roared.
“Don’t touch my face mask!!!”
Looking at the diverse ingredients on the countertop and the opened recipe book, Song Yuhang chuckled, “Just wanted to move around a bit, ended up in the kitchen, took out ingredients from the fridge, and even opened a recipe. Quite impressive.”
“You…” Lin Yan was annoyed, throwing her hands up in surrender.
Song Yuhang couldn’t help but laugh, then hugged her waist, bringing her back, swaying her head on her shoulder.
“When I woke up and didn’t see you by my side, I panicked. Don’t do these things; having you is enough.”
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Song Yuhang played with Lin Yan’s distinctly delicate joints. These were the hands of an artist, not meant for rough work.
Lin Yan lowered her gaze, watching their fingertips intertwining. “Is it very difficult? Sometimes, I just want to—”
Do something for her.
Song Yuhang turned her around, supporting her shoulders, with a firm and bright look in her eyes. “Just be yourself.”
What she loved wasn’t just the outstanding professional Lin Yan but also the sharp and witty Lin Yan. The obsessive and fragile Lin Yan, and most of all, the Lin Yan who, for the sake of love, slightly restrained all the thorns on her body.
She didn’t care about her clumsiness; whether it was good or bad, she accepted it all.
Lin Yan curved her lips, her eyes slightly reddened, but she noticed the person across from her froze.
Song Yuhang, fearing a beating, took a step back, cleared her throat, and pointed at her face. “Your face mask…”
Lin Yan touched her face, realizing it had mostly fallen off. She immediately let out a ghostly scream and rushed into the bathroom to reapply it.
“Song Yuhang, you damn scoundrel! A face mask that costs a thousand bucks each! Ahhhh!”
After the two took their time getting ready and had breakfast, it was already past nine in the morning when they set out.
Song Yuhang called her mom to inform her about her business trip.
After a brief silence on the other end, she spoke, “With Yanyan?”
Song Yuhang glanced at Lin Yan, who was still drowsy, and replied, “Yes, we’re going together.”
“Yuhang, you…” Her mom’s voice suddenly became a bit frustrated.
“Mom, don’t worry. When we get back, I’ll explain everything slowly.”
Mother Song promptly hung up the phone with a loud “snap.”
Lin Yan looked at her, “Song…”
Song Yuhang, with one hand on the steering wheel, reached out and squeezed her hand. “It’s okay. Trust me. Take a nap.”
Lin Yan wanted to say something but eventually swallowed her words, leaning back in her seat and closing her eyes.
“All right, wake me up when we arrive.”
Not long after their car passed the service area, an employee at the gas station walked to an empty and secluded area, picking up a walkie-talkie.
“Hey, they’ve set off.”
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And Lin Ge is really… Sigh