Chapter 112: Didn't Go to Work at the Company

As the man kissed her, his palms felt nothing but the woman's delicate, soft skin, and he couldn't help but feel aroused again. He let out a sigh, holding the person in his arms tightly, trying to ease that intense surge of impulse.

He and Qin Shu were very compatible in bed; after his legs recovered, there was a period where they were very wild, almost day and night, just obsessed with this.

In this regard, Gu Tingyan had a huge addiction; it was almost impossible to get enough in one go, usually four or five times. To him, Qin Shu's body possessed a fatal attraction.

In the end, he was truly addicted to her; he endured and endured, but couldn't hold back. The man pulled the person in his arms over, changed positions so she was facing him, lifted her legs, and thrust inside.

In the silent bedroom, it was pitch black, with only the sound of the man's muffled groans coming through.

The corners of Gu Tingyan's eyes were flushed red, and he was taking her very forcefully. The woman in his arms was whimpering and crying like a kitten.

The woman's weak, powerless hands pushed against his chest, and she said with a sob, "Gu Tingyan, no more."

Gu Tingyan was in the heat of the moment, the corners of his eyes flushed with passion. His large hand gripped her hands tightly, confining them to his chest, his voice husky, sexy, and rich: "Be good, you'll like it."

His voice was incredibly sexy: "Huahua, I can make you happy."

Gu Tingyan's skills in bed were superb and naturally gifted; he could draw inferences about other cases from one instance in everything he learned.

Every time, he could indeed give Qin Shu an ultimate experience, and the two were very compatible in this regard, but Qin Shu couldn't handle him wanting it so wildly.

The woman in the man's arms struggled, wanting to escape. He lowered his head and bit the soft flesh on her neck, his large hand pressing her body tightly against his scorching, burning torso, the two of them pressed together almost seamlessly.

The man's voice was hoarse as it sounded by her ear: "I'll ask for leave for you tomorrow; let's do it properly."

It is unknown how much time passed before this intense intimacy finally came to an end.

The horizon had already begun to turn white.

From dark until dawn, Gu Tingyan had been at it with her for a long time.

The man had been abstinent for too long; the fire of desire in his body had to be vented, or he would be stifled and uncomfortable, not to mention that the woman lying beside him was the one he loved with all his heart and soul.

Gu Tingyan could not possibly have held back.

Qin Shu couldn't get out of bed the next day; she didn't climb out even when the sun was high. Gu Tingyan called the company, requested leave for her directly, and told her to rest at home for the day.

Gu Tingyan's voice was low: "Push all of Qin Shu's tasks for today; she is resting at home for the day."

The secretary-general who received the call was slightly stunned, as if struck by lightning: "O-okay, President Gu."

After hanging up, the secretary-general let out a sharp scream in her heart; she felt like she had just stumbled upon an incredible piece of gossip! But she couldn't say it.

If this gossip were to explode, the entire entertainment industry would be blown apart.

Qin Shu was in Gu Tingyan's bed!

Ahhhhh, President Gu and Qin Shu slept together last night!

Then what about the rumors between President Gu and Chu Sheng?

Could Miss Chu be the mistress?

The secretary-general remembered President Gu's instructions and hurriedly sent the news down, notifying Qin Shu's manager and the advertisers so they could handle the arrangements.

Just after finishing the notification, she looked up and saw Chu Sheng walking in, stepping in high heels and carrying her bag. She reached out and knocked on the secretary-general's desk: "Where is Tingyan? Why hasn't he come to work yet?"

The secretary-general had just eaten a huge piece of gossip; the entire entertainment industry probably knew, but she was the only one who knew the truth of it.

Seeing Chu Sheng, she adjusted the expression on her face in time, regained her composure, and replied with a smile: "President Gu said he has something to attend to and won't be coming in today."

Hearing this, Chu Sheng's expression looked a bit unpleasant, because today was her birthday.

Not only did Gu Tingyan not give her a single call, but the man also hadn't replied to the messages Chu Sheng had sent him.

Chu Sheng grasped the main point, her brows tightly knitted: "He called you to tell you?"

"Yes."

Having received the answer, Chu Sheng's expression became extremely unsightly.

Gu Tingyan had looked at his phone and called the secretary, but he just hadn't replied to her messages!

Not knowing what she was thinking, Chu Sheng asked one more thing: "Qin Shu didn't come either?"

The secretary-general didn't say that it was President Gu who had requested leave for Qin Shu, and answered concisely: "Yes, Qin Shu has taken leave."

Chu Sheng's face turned extremely pale in an instant; a nameless fire was brewing on her face, which she forcibly suppressed.

Gu Tingyan wasn't divorcing Qin Shu now, and according to her father, Gu Tingyan had bought a manor worth over a billion and taken Qin Shu there to live.

Gu Tingyan was truly generous to Qin Shu; he spent so much money without a second thought, and he didn't feel the pinch at all.

The two of them living together, and not coming to work today, collectively skipping work—there was no need to guess what the two of them had been doing last night.

With an unsightly expression, Chu Sheng went to the studio and shot advertisements for the whole day.

Rose Manor.

The servant looked at the time and saw it was already 12 o'clock; the Madam hadn't come downstairs yet, and she hadn't eaten breakfast. Surely she wouldn't skip lunch too?

The servant said respectfully: "Sir, do you want me to go upstairs and call the Madam?"

"No need, she has a bad temper when she wakes up."

Gu Tingyan didn't let the servant go up to disturb Qin Shu either; if this woman didn't get enough sleep, she would be depressed and unhappy for the whole day.

If he didn't let her sleep enough, until she woke up naturally, Gu Tingyan had tossed her around too much last night, and if she got up, she would just be wearing a long face.

The man sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, watching financial news, his expression noble and refined, his voice low: "Wait for the Madam to wake up naturally; she will get up on her own."

"Yes."

At the long table, Gu Tingyan was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, the very picture of an elite from the upper class. He sat at the head of the table, his noble and handsome face looking even more dashing and handsome under the sunlight.

The servant brought up four dishes and one soup for Gu Tingyan to eat alone, and the dishes made were all ones he liked.

Qin Shu slept until 16:00 in the afternoon before she was fully rested. Her stomach was already rumbling. After washing up, she walked down from upstairs in her slippers, moving in a leisurely manner.

Seeing her up, the servant hurriedly asked: "Madam, are you hungry?"

Qin Shu replied with a nasal tone: "Mm."

"What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you."

Qin Shu casually ordered two dishes. The servant acknowledged and went into the kitchen, then brought out a bowl of warm chicken soup and placed it in front of her.

The chicken soup was stewed with red dates, premium cordyceps, and deer antler. Inside the small bowl was also a golden, glistening chicken leg. A fragrance wafted over, and Qin Shu's stomach rumbled at the sight.

Seeing her eating with such relish, the servant smiled affectionately and said, "This is what Sir had me stew for you."

"He said to let you drink it once you woke up."

Qin Shu went downstairs and did not see Gu Tingyan, so she asked indifferently, "Where is he?"

The servant answered truthfully, "Sir has gone to the Old Residence."

Qin Shu gave a hum of acknowledgment; she looked down at her phone, where her chat history with Gu Yichen was still stuck on a week ago, and ever since she was discharged from the hospital, Chenchen had rarely sent her any messages.