Volume Ten: Those Few Years After She and I Broke Up
Have You Ever Kissed?
“What are you waiting for?”
Secretary Li snapped back to reality in an instant and hurriedly said, “Okay, I will go prepare it immediately.”
Her eyes were filled with disbelief. Was the flush on the boss’s face just now a hallucination caused by her own dizziness from staying up late recently?!
Secretary Li didn’t dare to think too much about it. She stole a glance at Wen Nuan, who was sitting carelessly on her boss’s genuine leather sofa, and walked quickly out of the office.
Wen Nuan sat without any proper posture, like a pile of rotten mud slanted against the sofa, her gaze staring straight at Yi Jing.
Yi Jing lowered her head, processing work, but she knew very clearly how chaotic she was right now.
Her heart beat far too abnormally, deafening to the ears.
The soft flesh at her waist seemed to still be burning.
Yi Jing looked at her hands, which were still trembling; the characters she had just written were so scrawled they were illegible.
She crossed them out in annoyance, automatically ignoring the scorching gaze that kept looking at her.
Until that gaze gradually disappeared.
Yi Jing could no longer feel that scorching heat. She carefully lifted her head from the documents and looked at the person on the sofa.
Motionless, she was curled up, seemingly asleep.
Yi Jing slowly stood up, her pace steady, afraid of startling the already sleeping Wen Nuan.
She came to the front of the sofa and looked at Wen Nuan’s sleeping countenance—white, translucent skin, long and curled eyelashes, rosy lips; everything was quiet and beautiful.
Yi Jing squatted down. Her fingertips gently landed on her brow center; the softness and fineness under her finger pads made her heart soften.
If only she could always stay by her side this quietly—that would be good.
She didn’t care that Wen Nuan loved money, nor did she care that Wen Nuan didn’t like her, as long as there was no one else in her eyes or by her side.
“What are you thinking?”
Her hand was grabbed. Yi Jing didn’t break free.
Wen Nuan opened her eyes. There was no sign of fatigue; obviously, she was pretending to sleep just now.
“Taking advantage of my sleep to secretly touch me?” She gave a wicked smile.
“You weren’t asleep,” Yi Jing couldn’t break free, so she let Wen Nuan hold her. “How can that count as a secret touch?”
“I am touching my own possession, where does the term ‘steal’ come from?”
Wen Nuan rubbed Yi Jing’s wrist. “Xiao Jing, your pulse is a bit unstable.”
“You know how to check a pulse too?” Yi Jing sneered, steadying her restless mind.
“I don’t,” Wen Nuan’s finger pad pressed on Yi Jing’s artery. “It’s just too obvious. It would be hard not to notice.”
“Noticed what?”
Wen Nuan pondered and said, “A joy pulse1.”
Yi Jing: “…”
“Teasing you.” Wen Nuan saw Yi Jing’s expression sink heavily and laughed playfully.
“Let go.”
Yi Jing had no time to fool around with her; she still had a lot of work unfinished.
“Rest for a while,” Wen Nuan leaned back into the sofa, tugging Yi Jing’s wrist. “Come up and lie down for a bit.”
“Lie down by yourself.”
Yi Jing threw off Wen Nuan’s hand. Just as she was about to stand up, her legs went numb from squatting, and her whole body tilted directly, falling powerlessly onto the sofa.
Just as she tried to get up, a pair of hands encircled her waist and pulled her back.
Yi Jing once again felt that Wen Nuan’s strength was truly great.
She was held in Wen Nuan’s embrace. The two of them were tightly pasted together, curled up on the sofa, fit together like a strictly sealed seam.
Yi Jing’s voice had become dry. “Let… let go.”
“Is ‘let go’ the only phrase you know how to say?” Wen Nuan teased.
“Dealing with someone like you, what else can I say?”
Swear?
She wasn’t Wen Nuan.
“Since you asked, I’ll be kind and teach you.”
“…”
Wen Nuan gently patted her back. “In this kind of situation, you can say something else. For example: hold me tight, hug me tight, touch me, kiss me, or even something more impressive and explicit.”
Yi Jing lifted her eyes. “Oh, really?”
“How explicit?” She pinched Wen Nuan’s waist, pressing close to her, speaking even more unrestrained words, yet her eyes were incomparably fierce. “Fuck me?”
Wen Nuan hadn’t expected Yi Jing to actually say it so bluntly; after all, this term did not fit her character setting2 at all.
【Does the female lead even have a character setting anymore?】The System was full of grievances and spoke faintly, 【Ever since the female lead bent3, everything has collapsed into scattered fragments, let alone the character setting.】
Wen Nuan: “…”
Yi Jing touched Wen Nuan’s face, her tone icy. “Your skills have truly opened my eyes.”
Wen Nuan frowned. “You think I am like this with other men too?”
“Aren’t you?”
Yi Jing thought of the past, seeing with her own eyes Wen Nuan walking out of a hotel. That scene entangled her like a nightmare.
“Since you think that, why do you still let me stay and continue to disgust you?” Wen Nuan wasn’t angry.
Yi Jing suddenly smiled gently. She rubbed Wen Nuan’s lips, her eyes revealing attachment. “I just want to know, to what extent can you go for the sake of money?”
And also to see: to what extent can I be this base?
Wen Nuan gave a short, abrupt laugh. “Don’t get married.”
“What?”
“Don’t get married,” Wen Nuan grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it, her eyes sincere. “Marry me.”
Yi Jing was shaken, saying in disbelief, “Wh… what?”
What kind of world-shocking lie was this?!
“Didn’t you want to see to what extent I would go for money? Now I am showing you.”
Wen Nuan said calmly, “A company as big as Feili estimates it won’t go bankrupt for several hundred years. If I can latch onto the female successor of the Feili Group, just thinking about it feels beautiful. So, let’s get married.”
Yi Jing felt like she had been splashed with a basin of cold water. Her voice contained ice shards as she gritted her teeth: “You are fucking dreaming.”
She was so angry she even exploded with profanity.
Wen Nuan became unhappy and complained, “Look at you. On one hand, you want to see how far people will go for money, and on the other hand, you say people are dreaming. You are truly too bad.”
Yi Jing, indifferent face: “…”
“Did you play your brain bad during those three years in America?”
Wen Nuan: “…”
“Why are you still scolding people?”
“I didn’t scold,” Yi Jing denied. “This is a fact.”
“You just scolded me,” Wen Nuan pouted in accusation. “If you don’t coax me, I won’t be happy.”
“Then don’t be happy.” Yi Jing tried to get up but was clamped down by the hands at her waist. “Let go.”
“Won’t let go,” Wen Nuan played the rogue. “You coax me, and I’ll let go.”
“Let go!” Yi Jing clenched her teeth.
“Won’t.” Wen Nuan, thick-skinned?
“Let go!”
“Won’t.”
“Let…”
Wen Nuan felt Yi Jing’s resistance increasing. She increased her strength and violently pulled Yi Jing.
Yi Jing’s arms went soft, and her whole person smashed directly onto Wen Nuan’s body.
Secretary Li walked to the door holding the takeout. Seeing the door unlocked, she knocked lightly and pushed the door open to enter.
“Boss, the takeout has arr…” Secretary Li’s eyes widened, looking in horror at the two people kissing on the sofa.
She immediately apologized, “S… Sorry, I… I will go out immediately.”
Secretary Li retreated from the office and even thoughtfully closed the door tight.
The second she closed the door, Secretary Li sighed from the bottom of her heart.
As expected of her wise and martial Boss, even when dating, she is the one “on top.”
That fellow Wen Nuan looked like she had the fate of being pressed4 at a glance.
Secretary Li suddenly thought of the Wen family young master who was matched with her boss, and instantly felt her own boss was truly badass5!
Yi Jing had no time to care about what just happened. All her attention was now on those warm and soft red lips on her own.
Heart beating like thunder.
Wen Nuan gently returned Yi Jing’s kiss, then turned her head to dodge, rubbing her back. “Breathe.”
Hearing her voice, Yi Jing realized she actually hadn’t been breathing.
She sucked in a sharp breath of cold air, her chest heaving violently.
Wen Nuan’s gaze unconsciously fell upon the spot where Yi Jing’s collar had accidentally opened.
A patch of whiteness, fully taken into her eyes.
“Never kissed before?”
A trace of panic flashed through Yi Jing’s eyes, and she denied, “No.”
“You don’t even know how to breathe; doesn’t look like someone who knows how to kiss,” Wen Nuan questioned.
Yi Jing refused to show weakness. “I was just suddenly scared.”
“I am a person with a fiancé. Don’t speak of kissing, I’ve done even more intimate things.”
Wen Nuan raised an eyebrow. “I don’t believe it.”
“Believe it or not, that’s up to you. Anyway, I know how to kiss.” Her defense was very powerless.
“Unless you let me try?”
Yi Jing didn’t react. “What?”
Wen Nuan’s eyes were dark and deep, landing on her lips. “Let me try your kissing technique.”
Yi Jing felt somewhat anxious from being questioned by Wen Nuan. She didn’t want to reveal her timidity in front of Wen Nuan; that would make Wen Nuan look down on her, thinking she had been a complete failure all along.
She was overly eager to prove herself. “Okay.”
Even if she hadn’t eaten pork, hadn’t she seen a pig run?6
Hearing her agree, Wen Nuan grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her to lower her head.
A soft and wet kiss crushed all of Yi Jing’s defenses; the fierce and domineering movements made it impossible for her to flee.
…
“Breathe.”
Wen Nuan smoothed Yi Jing’s back over and over again, smiling silently. “If you want to rely on your mouth to breathe while kissing, I could kiss you until you suffocate, do you believe that?”
Yi Jing’s eyes were moist and blurred because she couldn’t catch her breath.
Hearing Wen Nuan’s teasing, she closed her eyes, not wanting to answer.
The two fell into a tacit silence, enjoying the current harmonious atmosphere. They hugged tightly, as if in this world, there was only each other.
Gu lu lu—
A jarring sound rang out.
Wen Nuan gave an awkward laugh. “I’m hungry.”
She had originally come over to mooch a late-night snack, but ended up doing some physical labor instead.
Yi Jing got up from her body, her expression returning to normal.
She tidied her clothes and dialed the phone on the desk, her voice without a single ripple. “Send the food in.”
Looking at her transformation, Wen Nuan couldn’t help but sigh, “Who did you learn this ‘pulling up your pants and refusing to acknowledge people’7 attitude from?”
Yi Jing didn’t speak, just glanced at her.
“…” Wen Nuan touched the tip of her nose, knowing she was in the wrong.
Secretary Li quickly delivered the takeout, not daring to look around randomly; she just felt the sofa was a bit messy.
“The food has been heated. Boss, Miss Wen, please eat slowly.”
“Okay,” Yi Jing glanced at the time. “You get off work.”
“Okay.”
Secretary Li turned and left.
Wen Nuan opened the takeout: three stir-fry dishes and one soup. Even though they had been reheated, the deliciousness remained unchanged.
Wen Nuan opened a boxed meal and set it aside, splitting the chopsticks and placing them by the bowl. “Xiao Jing, come eat.”
Seeing this scene, Yi Jing thought of the past. Wen Nuan would fill the rice, set up her bowl and chopsticks, and then affectionately call her over to eat.
Yi Jing sat beside Wen Nuan, picked up the boxed meal, and began to eat mouthful by mouthful.
She watched Wen Nuan, who remained as she was in the beginning. When she ate a delicious dish, she would immediately use her chopsticks to serve it to Yi Jing, telling her with delight: “This cauliflower is delicious, eat more of it.”
“This beef isn’t bad either, taste it.”
“This seaweed egg drop soup is your favorite, I’ll ladle some for you.”
Yi Jing lowered her eyelashes, looking at the overflowing boxed meal, her eye sockets incomparably sour and astringent.
She suddenly felt so terrible.
She really wanted to cry.
She felt a profound sense of powerlessness and frustration.
She just wanted the person in front of her very much; why was it just so difficult?
The pain in her chest assaulted her reason in wave after wave.
“Wen Nuan?”
Wen Nuan stuffed a mouthful of rice. “What?”
Yi Jing swallowed, her throat moving. No emotion could be heard in her words. “Wen Nuan, do you like money that much?”
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