Chapter 97: I'll Wait Until You're Ready

But Nan Gong Yu said no more on the topic, and did not respond to Chu Yue.

Instead, he said, "Hold the meeting."

Having said that, he lifted his foot.

Meng Zhangfeng and Chu Yue also lifted their feet and entered the study.

The study's door was the same as the master bedroom's, both double doors opening to a large space, very spacious.

Just as the three were about to step into the study, Song Huan Yan suddenly opened the master bedroom door.

For some unknown reason she suddenly… really wanted to explain to Nan Gong Yu.

Explain why she didn't seem experienced.

But as she opened the doorway, the three on the other side stepped into the study together.

She hadn't spoken yet.

Chu Yue, who had been walking fine, suddenly twisted her ankle.

Chu Yue was wearing extremely high stiletto heels.

With that twist, her body couldn't stay upright and leaned to the side.

Chu Yue let out a gasp.

What a coincidence, she fell right into Nan Gong Yu's arms.

Nan Gong Yu instinctively caught her.

He probably supported her quickly and steadily, and Chu Yue steadied herself soon.

Then she blushed a bit, immediately lowered her head, "Thank you, Lord. Sorry, Lord, my shoes...."

Before Chu Yue could finish, Nan Gong Yu gestured for her to stop, clearly unconcerned.

Song Huan Yan froze at the doorway, just watching.

It was Meng Changfeng who saw Song Huan Yan and immediately said, "Miss, Miss."

Song Huan Yan only then came to herself and nodded.

Nan Gong Yu turned his gaze, seeming not to know why she was at the doorway, and asked, "Anything?"

Chu Yue stood aside without speaking.

Song Huan Yan also didn't speak for a moment, just standing there quietly.

A moment later, Chu Yue still took the initiative to greet her, saying, "Young Madam."

Song Huan Yan nodded.

She saw everything, but she thought Nan Gong Yu didn't seem to find it improper.

Perhaps he's a big man, the kind who stands tall and dominant.

Running such a massive multinational conglomerate, with countless daily affairs, requires him to control the whole picture, to be the navigator.

How many minute details must he keep an eye on?

He probably doesn't care about such things at all, especially women's little schemes.

He might truly think Chu Yue merely twisted her ankle by accident.

Chu Yue is his capable subordinate, having followed him for a long time.

Not ten years… but eight years.

Although Nan Gong Yu just said that if she minded, he could let Chu Yue leave.

But she, just now watching the three of them, inexplicably felt that they… seemed to be one.

Comrades fighting together in the business arena…

So she couldn't make a big deal out of this little feminine feeling.

Song Huan Yan quietly watched Nan Gong Yu, then pressed her lips slightly and said, "Yes. Please wait a moment."

Having said that, Song Huan Yan returned to the master bedroom.

Chu Yue immediately said, "The meeting is about to start, we're waiting for you to begin, Young Madam keeps delaying…"

Before she could finish, Nan Gong Yu cut her off, "The last meal was light, wasn't it?"

Chu Yue instantly fell silent, her complexion turning pale.

Nan Gong Yu looked at her, "My madam, if you have any objections, then leave. If I, the Imperial Emperor, am missing you, Chu Yue, would I stop functioning? See clearly your own status, don't think too highly of yourself."

These words scared Chu Yue so much her heart nearly leapt out.

This was… the first time Nan Gong Yu said something so heavy to her.

He actually entertained the idea of letting her leave?

Is… Song Huan Yan causing this trouble!?

"Sorry, Lord!" Chu Yue hurriedly said, "I, your subordinate, spoke out of turn again!"

Having said that, she raised her hand and slapped herself, whispering, "I won't dare again."

The slap was solid, reddening her face, leaving five finger marks.

Nan Gong Yu wore a cold expression, ignoring her.

On the other hand… Meng Zhangfeng felt a pang of remorse, after all he was a longtime comrade-in-arms.

So he added, "You women chatter all day, this and that, isn't it annoying? Look how good Young Madam is—few words, few matters! Lord's mind is mostly on work; he doesn't have the energy to nag like you."

As soon as Meng Zhangfeng finished speaking, Song Huan Yan appeared at the doorway.

Clearly having heard that, she slowly raised an eyebrow, "Is this… praising me?"

Nan Gong Yu's lips curled with a faint smile.

Meng Changfeng lowered his head, "Miss. Yes, praising you!"

"Thank you." Song Huan Yan replied politely, stepped forward holding the tie in her hand, and glanced at Chu Yue.

Even though Chu Yue lowered their head, the red mark on their face was still clearly visible.

Is this... a hit?

Song Huan Yan kept a calm face, lifted her tie, and looked up at Nan Gong Yu, "I think we should tie the tie back on."

To that, Nan Gong Yu simply said, "Fine."

Song Huan Yan took the tie and said, "Lower your head."

He is too tall.

Nan Gong Yu smiled and lowered his head, fully cooperating.

When he did that, Song Huan Yan also smiled.

Quickly tie the tie and straighten it.

Song Huan Yan, for the first time, tiptoed forward, kissed his lips, and said, "Don't stay up too late, and don't overexert yourself."

With that, she turned Chu Yue, whose complexion had been pale, into a flushed red face.

Probably, she's about to go mad.

Facing her initiative, Nan Gong Yu slowly raised an eyebrow, and the coldness in his eyes took on a hint of softness.

He reached out to rub her hair, quite gently, and said, "Got it. You go to sleep obediently."

"Hmm." Song Huan Yan smiled and nodded, turned and returned to the master bedroom.

Inside, she felt rather happy.

Whether it's white lotus or green tea, Chu Yue can retaliate anyway.

She is Nan Gong Yu's legitimate wife.

Chu Yue is merely a subordinate by his side who, because she likes him, always wants to "wait for the chance to act."

But Nan Gong Yu clearly doesn't regard Chu Yue.

What Meng Zhangfeng said also corroborated her earlier speculation.

He truly has no energy to care about such "small tricks."

He simply doesn't care, and can't even spare the attention.

Song Huan Yan returned to the bed, and instinctively couldn't fall asleep.

Her mind was racing wildly.

After all, it's her first time lying on a bed with a man to sleep…

She couldn't possibly predict what might happen in a while, or what might not.

Or perhaps….

Nan Gong Yu might skip the bed and go straight to the sofa?

In short, any possibility exists.

But she always feels that Nan Gong Yu would be the type who takes the initiative and decides everything with a single strike….

He appears cold, indifferent, steady, and gentlemanly perfect, yet the kingly domineering aura in his bones has always been there.

Just like that, lost in wild thoughts, Song Huan Yan fell asleep.

In the middle of the night.

At 1 a. m., the video conference finally ended.

Nan Gong Yu prepared to return to the master bedroom, but ordered Meng Zhangfeng, "Go check it out."

Meng Zhangfeng was startled for a moment, a bit puzzled, and asked, "Check what?"

Nan Gong Yu narrowed his eyes, coldly saying, "That matter her ex‑boyfriend mentioned."

Meng Zhangfeng was even more stunned for a moment, but immediately replied, "Yes. I will investigate tomorrow."

Originally, when they boarded the car to go to the airport that day, he had already brought it up.

But Lord directly ordered him to receive the penalty then.

Wasn't it said at the time that he didn't mind?

And now?

Meng Zhangfeng didn't dare to ask further.

Chu Yue, however, blurted out, "Are you starting to mind now?"

Actually, Chu Yue was quite upset.

Because if he minds, it shows he has begun to care.

Although Chu Yue asked, Nan Gong Yu didn't respond at all, lifted his foot and left.

Chu Yue was furious beyond measure, yet had no way to act!

She could only console herself, thinking Lord's temperament is just like that—he likes to know both sides and habitually controls.

Investigating is even better!

If it turns out to be true… see how Song Huan Yan will react.

Even though Lord might not mind, this is still not a very good thing.

Nan Gong Yu returned to the master bedroom, where the floor lamps were all lit, adding a touch of haziness.

He went to the Wardrobe Room to change into a nightgown, then went to the sleeping area and looked at the person on the bed.

Song Huan Yan was asleep, hugging her large body pillow.

Nan Gong Yu gave a light laugh, reached out, and carefully moved the body pillow aside.

Then he lifted the quilt and stepped onto the bed quietly.

Pulling the quilt over, he turned over and embraced Song Huan Yan from behind.

However, Song Huan Yan showed no reaction at all.

Nan Gong Yu called softly, "Huan Yan."

She still didn't react.

Since she was asleep, Nan Gong Yu said nothing.

But… holding someone while sleeping for the first time felt different.

Song Huan Yan had a great figure; even just holding her was noticeable.

There was a delicate, boneless feeling to her body.

Soft… fragrant.

In no time, Nan Gong Yu could no longer control his instinctual desire.

Of course, he didn't want to control it.

They were already married; his lovely wife was extremely beautiful.

Who, being so despondent, would become a monk?

Nan Gong Yu embraced her slender waist and kissed her from behind.

Kissing her ear and the back of her neck.

Then…

He instinctively had the reaction a man should have.

Originally, Song Huan Yan was truly sound asleep.

But at this moment she woke up hazily.

She felt him kissing her.

Gently, tenderly, with a hint of lingering affection.

At the same time.

His handsome large hands also moved up from her slender waist.

Song Huan Yan, who was still a bit hazy, was now fully awake.

She didn't dare to move at all.

As if her body had petrified and stiffened.

Even her breathing… seemed to have halted.

She said, he's the type who would take the initiative!

Confirmed!

But all this seemed to be instinct, a man's instinct.

A man and a woman sleeping together, the instinct that should arise.

Only Song Huan Yan was so nervous she couldn't breathe, utterly rigid.

She didn't know whether to keep "sleeping" or to wake up.

Song Huan Yan, terrified and instinctively fearful, called him, "Yu Ye?"

Just those two words made Nan Gong Yu hear the… fear in her tone.

Yes.

Fear.

Is she scared?

Or is she rejecting?

Her voice trembled slightly and was stiff.

But it was all a sign of refusal, right?

At least, that's how he understood it.

Nan Gong Yu immediately withdrew his hand, kissed her ear, and in a low, hoarse voice said, "Sorry, I thought you were ready."

For some reason, in this deep dark night.

Even saying that made him incredibly seductive.

Song Huan Yan bit her lip tightly, wanting to say, "Actually…"

But she hadn't had time to speak.

Nan Gong Yu added, "It's okay. I'll wait until you're ready. Until you fully accept me. Sleep."

After speaking, his hand was indeed very proper.

He only held her waist.

Song Huan Yan couldn't tell whether she felt loss or security.

But after a moment she nodded and said, "Hmm."