Chapter 90: What Did You Think I Wanted to Do to You?

Gu Yan finished her presentation and let out a long breath as she took off her mask.

"I'm exhausted." She leaned back, landing right in Shen Yanhui's arms.

Shen Yanhui caught her, his fingers gently pressing against her temples: "You spoke very well."

"Really?" Gu Yan looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, "I was afraid I sounded too casual."

"Sincerity is what moves people the most." Shen Yanhui lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "My Mrs. Shen is always very sincere."

Gu Yan tilted her face up, leaning close to his lips, her breath warm.

"You didn't eat any candy." She blinked, her fingertips sliding along his jawline to his Adam's apple, tapping it lightly, "Mr. Shen is... especially attentive today."

Shen Yanhui grabbed her wrist, his grip tightening.

"It's not attentiveness." His voice dropped, carrying a hoarseness stirred up by her, "It's an inability to hold back."

She was pulled closer by him, almost pressed against his body.

Through his shirt, she could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the tense lines of muscle beneath the fabric.

"Hold back what?" Gu Yan asked, knowing the answer, as her other hand stroked his chest, her fingertips tracing circles as if they were barely there.

Shen Yanhui's gaze deepened abruptly.

He suddenly released her wrist and instead gripped her waist, lifting her slightly, and the young woman sat on the edge of the wide desk. A folder was swept aside, making a faint friction sound.

"Hold back this." He pressed in between her knees, his hands braced on either side of her, completely enveloping her in his shadow.

The distance was dangerously close.

Gu Yan could feel the heat of his thighs through the thin fabric of her skirt, and her breathing tightened involuntarily.

She wanted to lean back, but her back was supported by his hand.

"What are you running from?" he asked, his nose brushing against her cheek before stopping at her ear, "Weren't you very bold?"

With his hot breath against her earlobe, Gu Yan shivered slightly.

Shen Yanhui chuckled low, kissing her earlobe. Then he moved slowly downward, along the curve of her neck, kissing down to her collarbone.

His movements were very slow, as if tasting, or perhaps marking his territory.

Gu Yan gripped the shirt fabric on his shoulders, her fingertips applying slight pressure.

"Shen Yanhui..." her voice was a little soft.

"Hmm?" he replied, his lips already back at hers, but he didn't kiss her, just lingering against them, "What do you want to say?"

Gu Yan looked at his eyes, which were inches away; they were dark and murky, surging with emotions she found both familiar and heart-fluttering.

She suddenly tilted her face up and kissed him of her own accord.

This kiss was like lighting a fuse.

Shen Yanhui immediately took the initiative, his palm cupping the back of her head, kissing her deeply and heavily. His other hand slid up from her waist and stopped on her back, his fingertips pressing down along her spine, vertebra by vertebra, through her clothes.

Gu Yan's body went limp, and she almost fell backward.

His hand held her firmly, but his kiss grew fiercer, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

The air was filled only with the sound of their intertwined breathing and the rustling of fabric rubbing together.

His hand moved to the hem of her skirt, his fingertips gently stroking the skin beneath it.

The heat was scorching.

Gu Yan's breath hitched; she had a bad feeling.

She had only been busy making a PowerPoint these past few days and hadn't been intimate with him for a while, so she had intentionally teased him, but she hadn't actually wanted to do a study-room play!

"Brother... I'm a little tired..." she said in a soft voice, using the term of address he liked, with a hint of pleading.

He stopped moving and looked up at her.

Gu Yan's eyelashes fluttered as she whispered: "I just spoke for over an hour..."

Shen Yanhui watched her for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled: "What did you think I wanted to do to you?"

Gu Yan choked; what did he mean by what she thought?

Shen Yanhui released his hands from her sides, picked her up instead, sat down in the leather chair, and let her sit sideways on his lap.

"There are no condoms in the study, so we can't do it."

"..."

Stop talking; it made it look like she really wanted to.

Gu Yan made a move to get off his lap, but he stopped her: "Be good, I won't tease you anymore, just let me hold you for a while."

Gu Yan: "Beg me."

Shen Yanhui rested his chin on her shoulder: "I beg you."

Gu Yan "hmphed," but still leaned her body back into his arms.

The man's embrace was broad and warm; just leaning there quietly, even without speaking, she felt very cozy.

Suddenly, her phone, which was inside her handbag in the corner of the desk, began to vibrate.

It was muffled, but persistent.

Her movements stalled, and without opening her eyes, she just muttered: "Ignore it..."

Shen Yanhui heard it too, but he didn't move; his arm remained wrapped around her, and his chin gently rubbed against the top of her head.

The vibration stopped.

But less than ten seconds later, it started again. This time it was more urgent, the buzzing sound appearing particularly stubborn inside the leather handbag.

Gu Yan frowned and finally opened her eyes, sitting up slightly from his arms with some reluctance: "It might be my brother..."

"Don't pay attention to him." Shen Yanhui pressed down on her waist, not wanting to let her go.

"What if it's an emergency?" Gu Yan was already reaching for her handbag.

Shen Yanhui released his hand and watched her take the phone out of the bag. The screen was lit up, and sure enough, it was Gu Lin.

He lowered his eyes, calculating whether he should greet the racing team and not be too lenient just because of Gu Lin's relationship with him.

Gu Yan swiped to answer, and before she could even speak, Gu Lin's booming voice already rushed out.

"Good Yanyan! Emergency help!!"

Gu Yan held the phone a bit further away and rolled her eyes speechlessly: "What is it again, Second Young Master Gu?"

"It's over, it's over, Dad sent Big Brother to Italy to catch me! The flight is landing any second! You have to think of a way!"

Gu Yan's hand paused, and she mourned for him for three seconds: "What way could I have? I don't dare provoke Big Brother either."

"Yanyan, I am your own brother, you can't just watch me die—"

Gu Yan interrupted him: "Big Brother is also my own brother, how could I possibly favor one over the other?"

Gu Lin's wailing voice paused: "Then what should I do? You get Shen Yanhui to think of a way!"

Gu Yan gave the man a look.

Shen Yanhui had of course heard it too; his expression did not change, only his brows furrowed slightly, carrying a hint of disdain.

Gu Lin was still shouting on the other end: "The trial was arranged by Shen Yanhui, he has to be responsible for me!"

"I even helped you cover up the fact that you two got your marriage certificate; without me, your legs would have been broken!"

Gu Yan began to feel guilty, shoved the phone into Shen Yanhui's hand, and said quickly: "You caused this, you solve it."

Shen Yanhui took it but did not speak immediately; he leaned down and bit the young girl on the lip, not using a light force.

Gu Yan hissed, covered her mouth, and glared at him.

Shen Yanhui put the phone to his ear, his tone impatient: "Address."

Gu Lin hurriedly reported the address on the other end.

"Stay where you are." Shen Yanhui's tone was flat, "Chang Su will be there in twenty minutes."

Gu Lin was stunned for a moment, incredulous: "Twenty minutes? How is that possible? Is he in Italy?"

"He is in Monza."

Gu Lin still wanted to speak, but Shen Yanhui spoke again: "When you see your brother, just say you are helping me vet a racing team sponsorship."

Gu Yan blinked in his arms.

Gu Lin on the other end of the line was stunned: "... Will this reason work?"

"Your brother knows Chang Su." Shen Yanhui said, "He will believe it."

"Then what if he asks for details—"

"Tell him to call my phone." Shen Yanhui interrupted, "Now, shut up and wait."

He hung up.

He handed the phone back to Gu Yan and saw her looking up at him, her eyes bright.

"Vet a sponsorship?" Gu Yan raised an eyebrow, "Boss Shen doesn't even need a draft to make up excuses."

Shen Yanhui raised his hand, his thumb brushing over her lower lip, the spot he had just bitten.

"It's not made up." His voice lowered, "The racing team is already negotiating new sponsorships."

"So Gu Lin..."

"Just right, putting waste to good use."

Gu Yan laughed until she was doubled over; these words truly voiced her inner thoughts.

Shen Yanhui wrapped his arms around her waist and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to go to the scene and watch an F1 race?"

Gu Yan blinked: "I do!"