Chapter 2: Caught in the Act

Qin Zi Mo was instantly frightened, his face turning pale.

He immediately regretted staying home to sleep; he should have lied and said he went out drinking with friends.

But Song Huan Yan said she was right at the bedroom door; if he changed his story and lied, and she really was at the door, he'd be finished.

Moreover, he seemed to hear her voice; it really sounded like she was at the door!

Qin Zi Mo quickly steadied himself, "So late and you're at my bedroom door? Baby misses me."

Song Huan Yan said nothing, only feeling a wave of nausea.

"Hold on, I'll open the door for you right away." Qin Zi Mo hung up the phone, pulled Qiao An down, his voice pressed, "Song Huan Yan is at the door, you hide."

Qiao An's eyes widened; Qin Zi Mo covered her mouth, "Good girl, don't make a sound."

Grabbing Qiao An's clothes and phone, Qin Zi Mo led her into the Wardrobe Room, "Hide."

His bedroom is spacious; hiding a person isn't difficult.

Qiao An had no choice; she's already somewhat famous, and being caught in the act would ruin everything.

Qin Zi Mo opened the door; the woman at the entrance wore a plain white long dress, simple and minimalist, but on her it looked like a descending fairy, beautiful enough to hold one's gaze.

Her black hair reached her waist, her features were exquisitely beautiful, her aura cold and elegant, her gaze lofty, beauty beyond description, making everything around lose its color.

A woman so cold and aloof certainly has the capital to make a man fall at first sight, making him want to seize her in his arms and conquer her.

Every time Qin Zi Mo sees Song Huan Yan he feels that way, but over time, since she never gives, that feeling turns into a slight hatred, resenting her lofty demeanor.

She is literally nothing—ordinary family, Assistant to the CEO—yet somehow carries the bearing and posture of a First Young Lady.

"So late, is something wrong?" Qin Zi Mo asked gently.

Song Huan Yan said nothing.

Qin Zi Mo chuckled lightly, reached to tickle her nose, indulgently saying, "Got it, tomorrow's Engagement is making you nervous."

Song Huan Yan frowned, feeling nauseous.

Qin Zi Mo suddenly squeezed her shoulder, "Come, I'll take you to the Living Room to sit. You're hungry, right? Let the Kitchen prepare some Midnight Snack for Little Glutton."

Song Huan Yan almost vomited; had she not overheard their conversation, she would have, as usual, thought she was happy and obediently followed him to eat.

But now she knows he's merely trying to distract her.

"No need." Song Huan Yan gently pushed him aside, stepped into the Bedroom, "I want to be with you tonight."

Those words made Qin Zi Mo pause in shock.

Song Huan Yan walked while scanning, the room was tidy, showing no trace of anyone else.

"Yan Yan." Qin Zi Mo followed, "What… do those words mean?"

Song Huan Yan sat on the bedside, her expression unchanged, cold and elegant.

Her skin was extremely pale, black hair, red lips, cold and stunning features; even her face shape and neck were flawless, taking one's breath away.

Just sitting at the bedside, her top‑tier figure, that face, and untarnished cold aura could make a man feel restless and uneasy.

"Do you mean you'll… sleep here tonight?" Qin Zi Mo's throat churned, desire barely concealed, and he couldn't help stepping forward.

Song Huan Yan still wore a detached expression, her eyes drifting lazily.

The bed was also neatly made, yet the faint scent of female Perfume in the air was still keenly detected by her.

"Mm." Song Huan Yan lifted her gaze to him, her red lips slightly parting, voice cold, "It's almost dawn."

Qin Zi Mo understood her meaning, his eyes deepening a bit, his lower belly inexplicably burning hotter.

He despised Song Huan Yan's cold, lofty demeanor, but… if he could sleep with her, he was impatient!

He wanted to see whether a goddess‑like, pure and lofty woman would still maintain that lofty posture while lying beneath him.

Qin Zi Mo's Adam's apple rolled again harshly, "Then..."

"Go take a shower." Song Huan Yan looked at him.

Qin Zi Mo felt a bit stuck, after all Qiao An was still in the Wardrobe Room.

He's sharing the bed with Song Huan Yan here; what if Qiao An bursts out?

"Yan Yan." Qin Zi Mo suppressed his impulse, "Baby. Why… suddenly…"

Song Huan Yan stood up, slightly tilting her gaze upward; her eyes were astonishingly beautiful.

Song Huan Yan truly lives up to the words Human Beauty.

"When dawn passes it's my birthday, and also our Engagement day." Song Huan Yan whispered, "We're basically set; handing me over to you doesn't seem a problem to me—do you think there's a problem?"

Her voice was pleasant, like Oriole Spring, cold and unhurried, never flustered, with no rise or fall, yet especially charming.

Qin Zi Mo truly didn't expect Song Huan Yan, usually so conservative she seemed not modern, to hand herself to him on the Engagement day.

He suddenly felt a bit regretful, wondering if he was too eager.

"Zi Mo, what's wrong? Weren't you… always wanting me?" Song Huan Yan suddenly spoke, interrupting Qin Zi Mo's thoughts.

Qin Zi Mo snapped back, looking at his glowing girlfriend, his lower abdomen growing increasingly hot.

He indeed wanted her; no man would refuse such a woman.

"No." Qin Zi Mo hurried, "I'll… go to the Wardrobe Room to get clothes, then shower."

"No Bathrobe in the bathroom?" Song Huan Yan asked.

Qin Zi Mo paused, then smiled, "You'll need Underwear anyway. Baby… so impatient?"

He said this tenderly while reaching out to stroke Song Huan Yan's face.

Song Huan Yan's face was like porcelain, skin delicate and smooth, feeling wonderful; even before touching, Qin Zi Mo could imagine the skin beneath her clothes to be Ice Skin Jade Bones, soul‑stirring.

Song Huan Yan stepped back, evading without a trace, lightly saying, "Zi Mo."

She was refusing contact in that way.

Qin Zi Mo felt a bit annoyed; she always acted as if she were so noble.

Qin Zi Mo withdrew his hand, somewhat lacking enthusiasm, "How about you go first tonight…?"

"Go back" hadn't even left his mouth when Song Huan Yan's finger lightly hooked his Belt Buckle, "Hurry and take a shower."

Song Huan Yan is an especially aloof person, but precisely because of that, even a small action of hers feels especially alluring, especially when the two are alone.

Qin Zi Mo's interest is piqued again, and he gazes at her deeply, "Baby, wait for me."

Qin Zi Mo entered the Wardrobe Room, opened the Closet, and Qiao An whispered, "Did she leave?"

"No." Qin Zi Mo furrowed his brows, "She… tonight… will stay here with me."

"Wh‑…" Qiao An hadn't finished being surprised when Qin Zi Mo harshly covered her mouth.

Qin Zi Mo pressed his voice down, "We're both Public Figures; if Yan Yan discovers it, you know the consequences without me having to say them! We'll both be ruined! Be good, I only have to deal with her."

Qiao An couldn't speak and nodded.

Qin Zi Mo released his grip, "Tonight you hide here; tomorrow we leave…"

"Are you kidding?" Qiao An was provoked, her eyes angry yet her voice low, "I hide here while you two make love in bed?! You're being far too cruel! I'm going out right now to tell her! My family in Kyoto is one of the top Aristocratic Families; whether this star does it or not doesn't matter. Brother Mo, being with me won't leave you short of money!"

Qiao An lifted her foot and stepped out of the Closet.