Chapter 125: Food and Sex are Human Nature

This game of chess naturally ended with Gu Fanglin winning.

When he stood up, his mood was clearly excellent, and his attitude toward Shen Yanhui even improved significantly as a result.

He patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "You played well, you just lack a bit of experience."

Shen Yanhui smiled without a word.

After lunch, Gu Yan directed Xiao He to move the easel to the terrace outside the living room, set it up, and face the old osmanthus tree in the courtyard.

Shen Yanhui sat on the rattan chair nearby, holding a fruit platter in his hands.

From time to time, he would pick up a piece of mango and offer it to her lips; she didn't even turn her head, just opened her mouth and bit it off.

Yang Bing came out from the living room and happened to see this scene.

She beckoned Gu Fanglin over, nudged his arm, and teased, "Still worried now?"

Gu Fanglin followed her gaze and looked over.

In the sunlight, Shen Yanhui was feeding Gu Yan a strawberry.

"Look at how well he treats your daughter? You've never fed me fruit like that."

Gu Fanglin: "?"

How had he never fed her? Wasn't this framing him?

Gu Fanglin was unconvinced and began to count them off: "Last year when you had a cold, didn't I bring you medicine for a whole week? A while ago you said you wanted to eat lychees, and I had them air-freighted from Guangzhou, peeling them for you one by one. And there's more..."

Yang Bing hurriedly waved her hand, interrupting him: "Alright, alright, you remember it so clearly."

Gu Fanglin huffed.

Yang Bing pulled the shawl on her shoulders and said, "I'm going shopping with Mrs. Cheng."

Gu Fanglin was taken aback: "Now?"

"We had an appointment." Yang Bing glanced at him, "You stay home properly and don't go bothering the young couple."

Gu Fanglin didn't respond.

"Did you hear me?"

Gu Fanglin: "... I heard you."

After she left, he looked toward the terrace again.

Shen Yanhui said something, and Gu Yan suddenly stopped her brush and turned her head to glare at him. After glaring for two seconds, she couldn't hold back and laughed, then turned back to continue painting.

He watched for a while, his expression slowly softening.

Forget it, forget it; children and grandchildren have their own fortunes. Since Yanyan likes him, then let her be.

At the very least, this son-in-law still gave him plenty of face.

——

On the terrace, Gu Yan put down the final stroke.

She set down her brush and admired it with great vanity. Just as she was about to ask Shen Yanhui if it looked good, she turned her head and saw him leaning in the rattan chair, eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

The sunlight shone obliquely across his profile, outlining a deep contour. His eyelashes were long, casting shallow shadows under his eyelids. His nose was straight, his thin lips slightly pursed, and he looked quiet and noble.

Gu Yan rested her chin on her hand, the corners of her mouth curling up unconsciously.

Such a handsome man was hers now.

Hehe.

After watching for a while, she reached out, wanting to poke his face.

Her finger had just touched his cheek when he suddenly opened his eyes. That gaze was perfectly clear; there was no trace of sleepiness at all.

Before Gu Yan could pull her hand back, it was gripped by him.

"What are you looking at?" he asked in a low voice.

The young girl was righteous and bold, answering candidly: "Looking at you, looking at how good-looking you are."

Shen Yanhui patted the space beside him: "Come here."

Gu Yan stood up and sat over; the rattan chair wasn't large, and the two were squeezed together, with her almost half-leaning in his arms.

He pinched her chin, lifted it, and gently bit her red lips.

It wasn't heavy, carrying a hint of restraint.

After biting, he didn't let go, his forehead pressed against hers, his voice low and hoarse: "When will your period end?"

Gu Yan was stunned for a moment and said indignantly: "How could it be that fast! You know that!"

However...

Since the day they started staying at home, although the two slept together every day, they really hadn't been intimate. Under her parents' noses, she didn't dare do anything bad. And then, her aunt had visited.

Her arms wrapped around Shen Yanhui's waist, and her heart suddenly softened. She leaned over and kissed his chin.

She whispered: "When I'm better... I'll make it up to you."

He raised an eyebrow: "Make it up?"

Gu Yan nodded.

Shen Yanhui lowered his head, his warm breath hitting her ear, and she heard him say: "Then at that time... get on top yourself."

Gu Yan: "..."

It wasn't like she couldn't...

Shen Yanhui: "No begging for mercy halfway through, saying your waist is sore and your legs are weak and you have no strength, and then asking me to help."

Gu Yan: "?"

Could she be blamed for that?

Wasn't it because he lasted too long?

How could he turn the tables and blame her? It was simply defying the natural order.

Gu Yan's face flushed red, and after holding it in for a long time, she managed to blurt out: "Pervert!"

Shen Yanhui's expression remained unchanged, and he even raised an eyebrow: "Food and sex are human nature. If I could, I would want to be in zero-distance contact with you every single moment."

Gu Yan: "………………"

Her face turned completely red; how could this person say such shameful things in such a calm tone?

She looked at him, wanting to retort, but she did not know what to say.

Because it was true... she quite liked that matter as well.

But the problem was that the two of them were not very well-matched...

Every time it started, it was very difficult, although it would gradually improve later on, and it was quite comfortable...

Stop, she could not think about it anymore.

Her hormone levels were already high during her period; if she reminisced about the feeling and then couldn't have it, that would be too miserable.

She stiffly changed the subject: "Are you not going to the company today?"

Shen Yanhui looked at her. He knew she was changing the subject, but he did not expose her, only pulling her closer into his embrace.

"I'll go in a while."

She let out an "oh" and leaned into his arms.

Her hand, however, was restless as it reached over, touching his abdominal muscles through his shirt.

They were rock-hard, and the texture wasn't exactly great, but it was quite addictive.

After a moment, a phone ringtone rang out abruptly; Shen Yanhui picked it up, and the voice on the other end was Chang Su's.

"Sir, the negotiations with Miss Zhou are settled. She is holding firm on the price and won't budge a cent: twelve million."

Shen Yanhui: "Mm."

Gu Yan was startled for a moment by this price. That was her own painting, so she naturally knew the market value. But this figure was far higher than the normal price.

She reasonably suspected that Zhou Shuyao was making a mountain out of a molehill and deliberately ripping someone off.

She hadn't expected Shen Yanhui to not even change his expression, agreeing to it just like that, light as a breeze.

But she couldn't; she was stingy.

She couldn't let Zhou Shuyao take this money comfortably and as she wished; she had to think of a way to disgust the other party.

Thinking this, Gu Yan reached out and tugged on the man's tie.

"What is it?"

A flash of craftiness crossed Gu Yan's eyes, and her tone was haughty: "I want to go pick up the painting myself."

Shen Yanhui: "Then I will go with you."

She shook her finger: "No~ I can go, but you cannot."

He looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

The young girl curved her eyes and said as a matter of course: "If you go to see another woman, I will be jealous."

Shen Yanhui looked at her appearance, which was like a little fox, and suddenly let out a low laugh.

He said to Chang Su on the other end of the phone: "The Madam will go with you to pick up the painting; listen to her arrangements."

"Understood, Sir."