Chapter 353: Queen's Fury!

At this moment, inside the trunk, the sound disappeared.

Inside the trunk, Su Monong's pretty face was panicking; at this moment she hastily shut her mouth……

Sun Weiwei's pretty face showed surprise; she had clearly heard a voice just now?

Her eyes, which had just been misty with water vapor, were now sharp, and her voice carried a hint of coldness as she retorted: "Who's in the trunk?"

There was no answer from inside the trunk.

Sun Weiwei grabbed the slipped-off sleepwear outer layer from the passenger seat, shaking as she wrapped it around herself; in her panic she several times failed to grasp the fabric steadily, and strands of hair stuck to her sweaty neck.

Lin Yuan rose from the seat, his knee hitting the console; he didn't care about the pain, reached out and grabbed Sun Weiwei's wrist, reminding her: "It's windy at night; maybe something in the trunk shifted, you misheard!"

Sun Weiwei warned: "Whether I misheard or not, we'll know if we open it and look!"

She said this while pushing the door open to get out; as she opened the car door, the night wind swept in a chill that struck her.

Sun Weiwei came to the rear of the Mercedes-Benz's trunk.

Lin Yuan followed closely behind her out of the car; watching Sun Weiwei's straight-backed figure heading for the trunk, his heart fluttered a little, and a fresh layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Sun Weiwei gripped the trunk handle with both hands and lifted it upward.

Lin Yuan stood behind her, his heart racing……

Damn it, what do we do?!

We're doomed!

Director Su is still in the trunk!

The trunk lid gradually opened with her movement, and the streetlight's light seeped bit by bit into the dark trunk.

Sun Weiwei's gaze followed the light as it moved, her brows slightly furrowed.

Lin Yuan's Adam's apple jerked hard; countless excuses flashed through his mind, yet none felt reliable, so he could only watch helplessly as the trunk lid fully opened.

The trunk was empty, not even a half-person silhouette.

Sun Weiwei's brows knotted tighter; she leaned forward, hands resting on the trunk's edge, her gaze first sweeping the empty corners, then landing on that wet patch, her nostrils twitched, and her tone grew more doubtful: "Strange? I clearly heard a sound from the trunk just now……"

Lin Yuan's heart, which had just eased a bit, was clenched again by this question, and cold sweat poured from his back.

He hurried half a step forward: "That sound must have been a wild cat outside."

Strange.

Sun Weiwei shook her head and didn't think further.

Meanwhile, not far away in the grass patch, Su Monong was desperately covering her mouth, curling herself up tighter—luckily she had run fast just then.

While Sun Weiwei was dressing, Su Monong secretly opened the trunk, slipped out early, and hid in the grass patch.

At this moment Su Monong cursed inwardly… Damn Lin Yuan, what a scumbag!.

The weeds didn't even reach Su Monong's knees, yet she dared not move at all, only peering through the gaps in the grass at the two people beside the car.

Lin Yuan reminded: "Miss Sun, it's cold at night; hurry and get in the car."

Meanwhile, just then a faint catcall came from the grass patch in the distance.

Lin Yuan immediately pointed toward the direction of the sound: "Listen, there's a catcall—surely it's that same one from earlier."

Sun Weiwei cocked her ear to listen; the catcall was intermittent, coming from the depths of the dark grass patch. After a few seconds of silence, finding no reason to rebut, she reached out and slammed the trunk shut with a 'bang': "All right, maybe I really misheard; take me home."

The stone in Lin Yuan's heart finally settled; he quickly replied: "All right, let's go right away."

As he turned to walk toward the driver's seat, the corner of his eye swiftly swept over the grass patch—although he didn't see Su Monong's figure, the grass's movement was lighter than before, and he quietly let out a breath of relief.

Su Monong watched from the grass as Lin Yuan opened the car door, Sun Weiwei got into the passenger seat, and only after the car started, its lights swept over the grass edge and slowly drove away did she dare slowly straighten herself.

Lin Yuan, that bastard, not only has an unclear relationship with Sun Weiwei, but also lies so smoothly; this matter absolutely cannot be let go just like that.

Lin Yuan and Sun Weiwei got into the car; to let Director Su also get in, Lin Yuan deliberately lingered inside for a few more minutes, claiming the car wouldn't start.

Lin Yuan secretly saw through the rearview mirror that the car's trunk had opened.

He saw Su Monong crawl back into the trunk.

Only then did Lin Yuan relax.

Lin Yuan started the Mercedes-Benz and drove Sun Weiwei home……

……

Twenty minutes later, Lin Yuan dropped Sun Weiwei off at her home.

After Sun Weiwei went inside, Lin Yuan then drove away……

……

Lin Yuan sent Sun Weiwei to the villa gate, watched her walk in wearing slippers, the foyer light came on, then he breathed a sigh of relief, shifted gears, pressed the accelerator, and the car slowly drove out of the villa area.

Just after driving less than two hundred meters, the trunk suddenly emitted a "bang bang" pounding sound, followed immediately by Su Monong's angry voice penetrating the trunk panel: "Lin Yuan! Stop the car!"

Only then did he realize Su Monong was still in the trunk; he hastily slammed the brakes, the car came to a steady stop at the roadside, and he even forgot to turn on the hazard lights.

Lin Yuan unfastened his seatbelt, fumbled to open the car door, went around to the trunk, his fingers trembling as he pressed the unlock button on the key fob—with a "click", the trunk lock popped open.

Su Monong, wearing an OL uniform, crawled out of the trunk.

"You still know how to stop?" Su Monong gritted her teeth, using Lin Yuan's leverage to climb out of the trunk, her feet touching the ground she stumbled slightly, obviously her legs had gone numb from being curled up in the cramped space.

Lin Yuan hurriedly supported her.

"Director Su, what happened to your clothes?" Lin Yuan asked concernedly.

"You bastard, you still dare to ask?!" Su Monong raised her jade hand and swung it at him!

The wind from her slap carried all the grievance and anger she had been holding in the trunk into that single blow.

Lin Yuan instinctively shifted sideways; her palm grazed his chin, but he dodged.

The gust brushed his skin, yet Su Monong, having exerted too much force, swayed a bit before steadying herself.

"Dodging? You still dare to dodge?" Su Monong grew angrier, her other hand also clenched, "You promised me you'd keep things strictly professional with Sun Weiwei—what were you two doing in the car tonight, treating me like air?"

Lin Yuan winced as she gripped his arm, but he didn't dare pull away, only frantically explaining: "Director Su, it's not what you think! Sun Weiwei got drunk tonight; I was forced into it—if I pushed her away, all the trust we'd built would vanish!"

"Forced?" Su Monong gave a cold laugh, tears swirling in her eyes but she held them back, "When she was pressing on you, why didn't you forcibly push her away? When she kissed you, why didn't you forcibly dodge? You were completely willing!"

Lin Yuan's forehead beaded with sweat, feeling both guilty and anxious: "Director Su, I really am doing this for the plan! Only by gaining the Sun faction's trust can I get Lu Chengyu's dirt, then I can help you root out the worms in the Wind Control Department!"

"The plan?" Su Monong loosened her grip on his arm, but raised her hand and poked his chest, each poke carrying force:

"Your plan is just to hold Sun Weiwei and be intimate? I watched you embrace in the trunk, heard your voices—do you know how angry I am? I'm not forbidding you to have women, but that woman must absolutely not be Sun Weiwei!"

Lin Yuan apologized repeatedly.

Tonight's events really exceeded his expectations.

It was completely out of control.

Su Monong's jealousy flared, and Lin Yuan repeatedly apologized and begged for mercy.

Finally Lin Yuan coaxed her for a long while before Su Monong's anger eased a bit; she angrily slammed the door and slid into the rear seat.

At that moment a lingering amorous scent still floated in the cabin; smelling it, Su Monong grew even angrier.

"Take me home!" she said coldly.

Lin Yuan immediately started the car, driving Director Su home…

The car entered the urban area, the cabin air felt like it had frozen; Su Monong leaned against the passenger seat back, turned her head to look out the window, but her fingers clutched the hem of her skirt tightly, knuckles whitening, the anger from earlier not diminished in the slightest.

Lin Yuan gripped the steering wheel, his peripheral vision constantly flicking to her; seeing she remained silent, he had to break the silence: "Director Su, sorry… I let you suffer tonight, it's my fault."

Only then did Su Monong turn her head, her eyes still cold as she scanned his face: "What wrong? Is it wrong for being entangled with Sun Weiwei, or wrong for leaving me in the trunk, almost forgetting I existed?"

Lin Yuan's Adam's apple rolled, his grip on the wheel tightening: "All wrong… I shouldn't have let you suffer like this, nor should I have failed to explain things beforehand, causing your misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Su Monong gave a cold laugh, lifting a hand to pinch her brow, "I saw it with my own eyes, heard it with my own ears—how could that be a misunderstanding? Lin Yuan, do you think I'm easy to fool?"

Lin Yuan hastily shook his head:

"No, Director Su, I have no divided heart toward you; my involvement with Sun Weiwei was just a fling, she forced me… I, I had no choice. Moreover, I did this to get close to her faction… If you're still angry, punish me however you like, just don't stay angry with yourself."

Lin Yuan was also truly helpless.

It wasn't that he was juggling two lovers; rather, Sun Weiwei abused her authority to force Lin Yuan. Lin Yuan truly had no recourse.

In the company, there are leaders who use their power to coerce you into unspoken rules, truly leaving you with no option.

Su Monong stared at him for a few seconds; the fire of her anger dimmed somewhat, but a complex possessiveness grew:

"Punish you? Of course I will. Drive the car to my place, don't think about playing tricks."

Lin Yuan's heart tightened, but he dared not retort; he could only nod, flicked on the turn signal, and drove toward the villa area where Su Monong lived…

Along the way he dared not speak another word, only feeling the passenger's gaze like thorns, pricking his back with tension.

The car stopped at the gate of Su Monong's villa; the yard lights were off, only a small light in the entryway glowed, giving off a hint of chill.

It was already 2 a. m.; her daughter Su Zhiyuan had long been asleep.

Su Monong pushed open the car door, stepped in her high heels toward the house; when she reached the entryway she turned and glared at Lin Yuan: "Keep up, don't dawdle."

Lin Yuan hurriedly followed inside, just having changed his shoes…

Then he saw Su Monong pull a bunch of keys from the bottom of the shoe cabinet, a rusted copper tag hanging from the keyring, looking aged.

"Follow me." Su Monong took the keys, turned and walked toward the area under the stairs, where there was an inconspicuous wooden door.

Lin Yuan's heart skipped a beat; just as he was about to ask "Where is this?", he saw Su Monong turn on her phone flashlight, her tone icy: "Go in."

Lin Yuan's heart skipped a beat; just as he was about to ask, Su Monong had already opened the door and switched on the interior wall light—

Under the warm yellow light, rows of dark wine racks stretched from floor to ceiling, filled with wine bottles whose labels gleamed in the light.

This is the villa's basement, Su Monong's private wine cellar.

Inside are stored various top-tier red wines.

"What are you staring at? Come in." Su Monong stepped aside to let him pass, her tone icy, the cellar filled with a faint aroma of oak and red wine mingling.

Lin Yuan had just taken two steps inside when Su Monong shoved his back, urging him deeper, force not small: "Just now you were bold with Sun Weiwei, why aren't you daring now?"

Lin Yuan was shoved, staggered two steps, entered the cellar, and a wave of wine fragrance hit him.

Su Monong followed him in, backhandedly closed the wooden door with a click, then locked it with that bunch of keys.

"You just stay here and reflect properly." Su Monong said, then actually walked straight out of the cellar and slammed the door shut.

"Director Su… not…" Lin Yuan was about to shout, but the cellar door had already been shut.

Lin Yuan was completely dazed?

Su Monong locked him in the wine cellar—what is this for??

The cellar door was double-locked; Lin Yuan couldn't open it.

He picked up his phone, but there was no signal.

Damn it.

What is Su Monong trying to do?

Several minutes later.

Lin Yuan saw there was no way out, and was about to break the door down.

Suddenly the cellar door was opened.

Su Monong walked in, having changed into a silk black nightgown, her hair loose over her shoulders, less of her daytime dominance, more a languid anger.

She must have showered; her black long hair was damp, her body scented with body wash.

She approached Lin Yuan, raised a hand to pinch his chin, forcing him to look at her, her voice hoarse from the late hour: "How's your reflection going? Do you still dare to be ambiguous with Sun Weiwei?"

Lin Yuan explained: "Director Su, from now on I'll keep only a work distance with Sun Weiwei, I will never let you suffer again."

"Only that?" Su Monong's fingers dug hard into his chin, "If she again behaves like tonight and clings to you, what will you do? Will you again half‑push, half‑yield like tonight?"

Lin Yuan hastily explained: "No way! I'll find excuses to avoid it, I will absolutely not let this happen again! Director Su, you believe me…"

Before he could finish, Su Monong released her grip, turned and walked to the old sofa in the middle of the cellar, and sat down.

She pulled a belt from beside the sofa.

Su Monong shouted coldly, "Come over."

Lin Yuan was completely dazed.

"Director Su, what are you doing?"

"Since you know you're wrong, you have to……" Su Monong's voice was soft, her snow-white legs crossed, she sat on the sofa, looking as cold and beautiful as a queen at that moment.