Chapter 384: Tonight, Come to My House

I—I want to eat you!

Those five words were like a pebble dropped in water, making Lin Yuan freeze instantly, his pupils constricting slightly.

Without waiting for Lin Yuan's response, Fei Fanjin turned and walked toward the office door, her movements swift and decisive.

She raised her hand to grip the door handle, her fingertip pressing the lock button, and it made a soft 'click'.

The bolt locked firmly, completely sealing the office door from the outside.

Fei Fanjin turned back, looking at the still dazed Lin Yuan, a sly, bold smile curling her lips as she lightly tapped the locked door with her fingertip:

"Now it's fine—no one can break in from outside, and no one can disturb us."

Lin Yuan looked at the brightness in her eyes, then at the locked door, his heart inexplicably quickening, his throat tightening: "Fanjin, you…"

Fei Fanjin didn't give him a chance to finish, stepping closer once again.

She stopped in front of him this time, almost feeling his breath: "How come? Are you unwilling? Or did you just call me 'Fanjin' earlier to cheer me up?"

Lin Yuan was completely dazed, standing rooted to the spot.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't form words for a while, his voice tinged with barely perceptible panic: "I… I didn't mean it that way…"

"Then what do you mean?" Fei Fanjin stepped half a step closer, her breath lightly brushing his collar, her tone carrying an inescapable seriousness: "Just feel that doing this now would complicate our relationship."

Lin Yuan nodded and shook his head, his gaze dodging hers: "Yes… and no… I just…"

He couldn't finish the sentence, unsure how to explain his hesitation—

It wasn't that he didn't like her; he just feared he couldn't give her the stability she wanted.

Fei Fanjin stared at his evasive gaze, then softly asked: "You don't like me?"

Lin Yuan immediately shook his head, his motion a little hurried: "No, I don't dislike you."

He took a deep breath, finally voicing the thought he'd kept hidden, his voice dropping: "Just… given my current situation, I can't give you happiness; I don't want to hold you back—we have no future together."

"Besides… I… I'm not ready to date, and I don't want to just jump into a relationship."

Fei Fanjin listened, then gave a light laugh, her smile tinged with resignation and reckless boldness: "We don't need to date; I've figured it out."

"Huh?" Lin Yuan widened his eyes, looking at her suspiciously.

Fei Fanjin raised her hand, her fingertip lightly touching his wrist, voice firm: "Lin Yuan, even if I can't win your heart, I want to possess you—at least that way I can truly say I've had you."

Lin Yuan was choked by her blunt words, unable to speak, his throat tight; he could only stare at the gleam in her eyes, his heart feeling tugged, tangled and anxious.

"But you'll lose out…" Lin Yuan said.

Fei Fanjin gave a faint smile: "It doesn't matter; some people are destined never to be together, destined never to have an outcome. So let him accompany me for a while—having had him is enough; I don't care about forever."

The office was so quiet you could hear each other's breathing.

Fei Fanjin's gaze remained fixed on his face; she didn't press further, but her eyes demanded an answer.

After a few seconds, Fei Fanjin spoke softly but with weight: "Lin Yuan, you're unwilling?"

Hearing Fei Fanjin's follow‑up, Lin Yuan shook his head slightly, his voice trembling with indecision: "No, not…"

He wanted to explain that he wasn't unwilling, just that his worries weren't resolved—but as the words reached his lips, Fei Fanjin's action cut him off.

Fei Fanjin stepped forward, giving Lin Yuan no chance to say another word, she hooked her hand into his collar, gripped the back of his neck, and kissed him directly.

Lin Yuan's whole body stiffened; the silver needle case at his fingertips dug into his palm, yet he forgot to push her away.

Lin Yuan's heart suddenly raced.

All he could hear was his own 'thump‑thump' heartbeat, even the faint footsteps outside the office fading away.

After who knows how long, Fei Fanjin eased back just a little.

Lin Yuan's mind went blank.

Seeing the bright light in Fei Fanjin's eyes and her unyielding gaze, he knew he could no longer refuse.

His Adam's apple bobbed; he said nothing, merely giving a slight nod, tacitly agreeing.

Fei Fanjin saw this, immediately released him, the corner of her mouth curling into a sly, alluring smile—

That smile landing in Lin Yuan's eyes held a breathtaking, all‑encompassing charm.

She raised her hand to smooth his disheveled collar, her fingertip lightly tracing his Adam's apple, her voice softening yet edged with unquestionable anticipation:

"Then tonight… come to my place, and I'll cook for you."

Lin Yuan looked at the smile in her eyes, his inner conflict not fully resolved, yet he still nodded, his voice soft as a sigh: "Okay."

Fei Fanjin's eyes shone brighter at his reply.

She pressed her red lips together, smiling enchantingly: "That night, I'll be waiting for you at home. You should know where I live."

……

Evening, after work.

Lin Yuan drove Su Monong to the entrance of Rose Garden.

Su Monong leaned on the car door and stepped out, her light‑gray suit accentuating her elegant bearing, though a faint reluctance lingered in her eyes.

"Stay tonight and let's have dinner together? I bought lots of seafood." She looked at Lin Yuan, her tone hinting at ambiguity.

It had been days since she'd eaten with Lin Yuan, and she really missed him.

Lin Yuan met her gaze, a flicker of guilt rising in him, and gently shook his head: "No, Director Su, I've already made plans to dine with friends tonight; it's set, I can't back out."

Su Monong and her daughter Su Zhiyuan were both reluctant to part, but there was nothing they could do.

After Lin Yuan got in the car, he slowly drove away from the Rose Garden villa.

He slowly turned the car and headed toward the residential complex where Fei Fanjin lived……

There was no helping it—having promised tonight, he couldn't go back on his word.

……

At half past six in the evening, Lin Yuan's car pulled up steadily outside the building where Fei Fanjin lived.

He turned off the engine, picked up the basket of fresh strawberries he'd bought earlier and placed on the passenger seat, opened the door, and got out.

He entered the unit building and took the elevator to the 15th floor.

The elevator doors opened, and he walked to the door of the corresponding floor.

Lin Yuan took out his phone and sent Fei Fanjin a WeChat message: "I've arrived, please open the door for me."

As a result, Fei Fanjin suddenly sent a string of numbers: "1314520, the password to my door lock, just come in."

Lin Yuan blinked—was Fei Fanjin actually giving him the door password?

Lin Yuan entered the code, and the lock gave a soft "beep," the door springing open a crack.

Lin Yuan gently pushed the door open, and a small warm-yellow night light lingered in the entryway.

The air floated with a faint cypress-scented aroma, mixed with a hint of freshness after exercise.

Turning the corner past the entryway, the living room scene instantly flooded his vision.

In the center lay a dark green yoga mat, on which Fei Fanjin was kneeling, doing stretches.

Her light pink home yoga wear clung tightly to her body, outlining a slender waist and full hips.

The fabric on her back was dampened by a thin sheen of sweat, becoming slightly translucent, revealing a faint outline of skin.

Snow-white, alluring, sexy.

Fei Fanjin's figure was truly crime-inducing.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan's heartbeat quickened a bit.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Fei Fanjin slowly stopped her movements and turned her head to look at Lin Yuan.

Strands of hair at her forehead were dotted with fine beads of fragrance, glittering in the light as she curled the corner of her mouth into a light smile: "You're here."

Lin Yuan's strawberry basket paused in his hand; his gaze unconsciously swept over her figure, then quickly shifted, his ears secretly heating: "Yeah, just arrived—didn't keep you waiting, did I?"

"No problem, I just finished the last set." Fei Fanjin pushed up from the yoga mat and stood.

She walked to the sofa, picked up the white towel draped there, and casually wiped the sweat from her forehead and neck, her motion natural yet unintentionally sensual.

She shook the towel in her hand, her tone light: "I'm a bit sticky, I'll go wash my face, then cook. You can sit in the living room a while—would you like some fruit? There are cherries on the coffee table."

"Okay." Lin Yuan sat down by the coffee table, picked up a cherry and popped it into his mouth; its sweetly juicy flavor spread across his tongue, slightly easing his nervousness.

Soon Fei Fanjin finished washing her face and came out, greeting Lin Yuan to eat fruit.

Then she slipped on her slippers and walked into the kitchen, starting to cook.

Lin Yuan had been sitting on the sofa for only a few minutes when he heard the "thud-thud" of chopping from the kitchen, mixed with the sound of running water and the low hum of the range hood.

Lin Yuan kept feeling it wasn't right to let Fei Fanjin be busy all by herself.

He rose and walked to the kitchen door, lightly tapping on the frame.

Seeing Fei Fanjin standing at the stove, wearing a light pink apron, holding a spatula and stir-frying the vegetables in the pot, her profile in the warm yellow light looked especially gentle.

"Need any help?" Lin Yuan asked, his eyes scanning the ingredients on the counter.

The washed shrimp, minced scallions, ginger, and garlic, plus a plate of steak waiting to be cooked—clearly Fei Fanjin had prepared quite a few dishes.

Fei Fanjin heard the sound, turned her head, and saw it was Lin Yuan.

A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes; she smiled and nodded: "Sure, then you can pour the shrimp into the pot for me—I'm about done with the greens."

Lin Yuan walked into the kitchen and took the ceramic plate Fei Fanjin handed him.

Watching her skillfully season and stir-fry, her movements were smooth and decisive—nothing like the decisive, no-nonsense director she usually was at the office.

Following Fei Fanjin's instruction, he gently poured the shrimp into the empty pan beside her.

Just as Lin Yuan was about to pick up the spatula to stir-fry, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by Fei Fanjin.

Before Lin Yuan could react, Fei Fanjin had already turned around, wrapping both arms around his neck…

Her body lightly pressed against his, her nose almost touching his chin.

"How come you're suddenly so nice, even volunteering to help?" Fei Fanjin's voice carried a hint of laughter; her warm breath brushed over Lin Yuan's neck, making him freeze instantly.

Without waiting for Lin Yuan to answer, Fei Fanjin slightly rose onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips directly against his, bringing the fresh scent of her just-washed face and a faint hint of cherry.

Lin Yuan's body instantly tensed.

The spatula in his hand clanged onto the stove.

Yet he had no mind to pick it up.

Fei Fanjin's kiss was soft and sweet, brimming with irresistible passion.

Her tongue tip gently pried open his teeth, entwining with his.