Chapter 48: A Boyfriend's Lap Is Where She Should Sit

After a period of shameless "sexual" bliss, the more Gu Yan thought about it, the more something felt wrong.

Twice a week, once every two days—the difference was far too great.

How did she... give in?

It was all the fault of his seductive male charms.

She abruptly threw down her paintbrush, walked quickly back to the bedroom, and pulled open the nightstand drawer. She tossed the condoms neatly stacked inside into the trash can all at once.

That felt better.

"Let's see what you do about that!" she muttered to herself, with a touch of childish triumph.

After finishing all this, she leisurely went downstairs. Downstairs, Shen Yanhui was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass wall making a phone call.

The morning light outlined his tall and slender silhouette; his black suit was impeccable, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his back as straight as a pine.

This physique—clothed, he was the picture of abstinence; stripped, he was pure sex appeal.

Gu Yan knew this all too well.

But she had no heart to appreciate it at this moment.

As soon as she saw this glass wall, she remembered that night.

She had been pressed against it by him, his sexy gasps in her ears, shallow and deep, making her soul tremble.

That feeling seemed to still linger in her body.

Gu Yan: "..."

Sometimes, it's not necessary to have such a good memory.

She walked quickly to the bar, poured a glass of ice water, and tilted her head back to gulp it down.

The chill suppressed a bit of her restlessness.

Shen Yanhui heard the movement and turned his head. Seeing it was her, his eyes deepened slightly, and he beckoned to her.

Gu Yan turned her face away, pretending not to see.

The report on the other end of the line continued. Shen Yanhui narrowed his eyes, said "hold on" to the person on the other side, and then put down his phone and walked over.

"What are you—"

Before she could finish, she was scooped up by the waist.

Gu Yan glared at him, "What are you doing?"

"Ignoring me?" He lowered his head and bit her lip, not too lightly and not too heavily.

"Just ignoring you." Gu Yan turned her head away.

Shen Yanhui chuckled, carried her toward the rattan chair, and as he sat down, he pressed her onto his lap.

Gu Yan struggled symbolically twice, but finding she couldn't break free, she sat there quite calmly. After all, a boyfriend's lap was exactly where she should be sitting.

Besides...

She noticed the weariness between his brows.

However, she still deliberately didn't look at him, and went on scrolling through her social media feed.

Shen Yanhui picked up his phone again to continue the previous conversation.

His voice, deep like a cello, kept drilling into her ears involuntarily.

"... Keep pressing on the negotiations in Lagos, press for at least another three points... I want to see the detailed list of the oil field loss report before twelve o'clock tonight..."

Gu Yan curled her lip.

The world of capitalists is so boring.

Her finger slid to the update Gu Lin had just posted.

A grid of nine photos, all from the F1 track, and the location tag was Spielberg, Austria.

This kid really lives a comfortable life.

The last photo was a selfie with a young man; both were wearing racing suits, and Gu Lin was smiling like a complete idiot.

She knew without thinking that it was his idol, Xu Zhouye.

He was actually quite handsome.

Gu Yan tapped the like button.

After thinking about it, she commented: Where is your dignity?

She tapped on the photo and zoomed in to look; she always felt that this Xu Zhouye's appearance was a bit familiar, especially the eyes, which were very similar to...

Just as she was thinking about who they resembled, Shen Yanhui's hand suddenly covered her lower abdomen.

His warm palm pressed against her through the thin fabric, rubbing gently.

Gu Yan's body stiffened, and she twisted, "If you're on the phone, just do your job, don't be handsy..."

Shen Yanhui didn't change his expression and continued speaking into the phone: "For the flight routes, let Sheng Ze coordinate; he's familiar with it."

As he spoke, he used his other hand to take the young woman's phone away and turned off the screen.

The way she was looking at that wild man was too much of an eyesore.

Gu Yan looked up and glared at him.

As their eyes met, she knew who Xu Zhouye's eyes looked like—they looked like Shen Yanhui's.

The call finally ended.

Shen Yanhui threw the phone aside and leaned down to kiss her.

Gu Yan bit his lip in protest, but he pinched her chin and kissed her deeper.

Kissing him was truly a particularly pleasurable thing.

When their lips parted, Gu Yan still felt a bit unsatisfied. However, she was truly curious, and pointing at the man in the photo, she said, "His eyes look so much like yours."

Shen Yanhui glanced at it, a smile that wasn't quite a smile on his face, "Are you sure you want to mention another man in front of me?"

Gu Yan was speechless and poked his chest, "Stingy."

"A cousin is my uncle's son."

Gu Yan blinked, a little surprised, yet also a little unsurprised.

Then she thought of that fool Gu Lin and observed a moment of silence for him.

Gu Yan wanted to get off his lap again, but Shen Yanhui crossed his arm over her waist to stop her, "Stay with me for a while."

"No."

Shen Yanhui raised an eyebrow.

Gu Yan patted his hand, signaling him to let her down, "I have an appointment with Sister Fang to go for a massage in a bit."

In the mountains, aside from the inconvenient transportation, there was every kind of entertainment and recreation imaginable.

It could only be said that the wealthy never mistreated themselves in the slightest.

Shen Yanhui let go, watched her get off his lap, straighten her messy hair, and then turn and walk away.

"Gu Yan." Shen Yanhui called her back.

She turned her head, her long hair tracing an arc in the air: "Hm?"

"What time will you be back?"

"Depends on my mood." Gu Yan waved her hand, her back disappearing at the spiral staircase, "Going now."

The door closed softly.

The living room returned to silence, with only the faint sound of mountain wind passing through the gaps in the glass wall.

Shen Yanhui stared at that door for a few seconds, then fished out his phone.

He dialed Zhou Wei's number.

It rang four times before being answered; in the background, there was the sound of a golf club cutting through the air.

"Rare," Zhou Wei's voice carried a teasing tone, "Boss Shen, not accompanying your Miss Gu at this hour, but looking for me?"

Shen Yanhui didn't take the bait and went straight to the point: "Keep your wife in check."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.

"……What?"

Shen Yanhui said every word clearly: "Stop taking Gu Yan out to play everywhere."

After saying this, he hung up the phone directly.

Zhou Wei looked at his phone, so angry he laughed.

He hadn't even mentioned that Gu Yan was dragging his wife all over the mountains yet? Shen Yanhui had actually come looking for trouble first.

Turning the world upside down.

——

Gu Yan finished changing her clothes, wrapped herself in a white bath towel, and pushed open the door to the private suite.

Fang Qinru had already arrived and was lying on the massage bed reading a magazine. She looked up at the sound, her eyes curving: "You're here."

"Have you been waiting long?" Gu Yan hung up her bath towel and lay down on the bed next to her.

"Just arrived." Fang Qinru looked her over, her gaze pausing behind her shoulder, and she suddenly smiled.

Gu Yan was confused, "What is it?"

Fang Qinru: "Have you been very tired from painting lately? Your shoulders look a bit tight."

Gu Yan's face flushed; she had almost forgotten, she had marks on her shoulders.

The stinky man had pressed her down behind him and kissed them there.

Two massage therapists entered and began their service with professional techniques.

The air was filled with the scent of essential oils, mixed with the freshness of bamboo leaves.

"By the way," Fang Qinru turned her face to the side, "I designed two outfits for you; take a look later and see if you like them? If you do, I'll have the tailor come over to take measurements."

Gu Yan's eyes lit up: "Sister Fang designed them personally?"

"I haven't drawn in a long time, they aren't designed well, so don't be disappointed."

"How could I be disappointed? I couldn't be happier; I'll definitely wear them for you to see every day."

Fang Qinru was amused.

She liked Gu Yan very much, liked the innocence and vitality in her, bright and flamboyant; one look and you could tell she had been raised pampered and spoiled by her family.

Yet even though she was showered with love, she was just the right amount of willful, not annoying in the slightest.

It only made people feel that she ought to be that way.

An hour later, the two finished their session and walked out of the suite wrapped in bathrobes.

As they passed through the corridor, the door to the adjacent tea room was left ajar.

Faint sounds of conversation drifted out——

"……Sister Yun Ning, is Grandfather Shen's health good lately?"

It was Zhou Shuyao's voice.

Gu Yan didn't stop her steps, but she heard another female voice respond softly: "Grandfather is quite well, it's just that he always talks about Yanhui's marriage."

Her footsteps paused imperceptibly.

Fang Qinru heard it too and gently tapped the back of her hand.

The two were just about to walk away quickly when the words from the tea room drifted out clearly:

"In the Shen Family, the old man still favors you the most."