Chapter 96: I Can Help You

The staff quickly delivered a breakfast tray: millet porridge, crystal shrimp dumplings, a few refreshing side dishes, and bird's nest stewed to perfection.

As for why it was all Chinese-style breakfast?

Because when you have money, any request can be satisfied.

Another day of envying the lives of the wealthy.

"Hubby~ feed me~" Gu Yan tilted her face up, acting coquettish.

Having been taken such great advantage of just a moment ago, making him feed her was the least he could do.

Shen Yanhui chuckled: "Give an inch and you'll take a mile."

Yet despite saying that, he still pulled her onto his lap. He picked up the porridge bowl, tested the temperature, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to her lips.

Gu Yan drank it from his hand; the warm porridge slid into her stomach, feeling cozy.

She took a few sips before she started acting restlessly.

First, she scooted backward, pressing more closely against him. Then, her hand quietly slipped under the hem of his loungewear, her fingertips touching the firm, warm lines of his abdominal muscles.

Shen Yanhui's motion of feeding the porridge paused imperceptibly.

Gu Yan pretended not to notice, her fingers even pushing her luck by lightly tracing the well-defined grooves of his muscles.

She could feel the muscles in his body tense up instantly, and the arm wrapped around her waist tightened as well.

"Gu Yan." His voice dropped a few degrees, carrying a warning.

"My hands are cold," she tilted her face up, her expression innocent, "let me warm them up."

As she spoke, her entire palm pressed against him; the texture beneath her palm was scorching, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

Shen Yanhui didn't say anything more, just continued feeding her the porridge, spoonful by spoonful, with infinite patience.

But Gu Yan soon noticed something unusual; somewhere behind her... there was a distinct presence.

Her body stiffened, and she stopped moving.

Her heartbeat inexplicably quickened a few beats.

Oh no, it seems I've teased him too much again.

After two seconds of silence, she acted on impulse and shifted forward slightly, attempting to put a little distance between them.

Her waist was immediately pulled back even tighter by his arm.

He even deliberately and wickedly pressed forward, separated by only two thin layers of fabric, so clearly that her earlobes burned.

Gu Yan turned her head to glare at him in shy annoyance.

Shen Yanhui didn't change his expression; he scooped up another spoonful of porridge, brought it to her lips, and said in a flat tone: "Drink the porridge, or...?"

Gu Yan: "..."

She was so shocked by his blunt and wicked words that her eyes widened, her cheeks burned "boom," and she couldn't speak for a long while.

Shen Yanhui narrowed his eyes, his gaze deep and dark: "Not choosing? Then I'll choose."

Gu Yan hurriedly opened her mouth, almost frantically taking the spoonful of porridge and swallowing it whole; her tongue went slightly numb from the heat, but she couldn't care less.

Shen Yanhui let out a low laugh and didn't continue that dangerous topic.

He just held her steadily, feeding her the entire bowl of porridge spoonful by spoonful, watched her take her medicine, and finally fed her the small bowl of bird's nest.

Throughout the whole process, judging by his expression alone, he was a perfect gentleman.

But the tightness in a certain place had not eased in the slightest.

Gu Yan was circled in his arms, not daring to move a muscle.

She hesitated for a long time before leaning into his ear and asking in a very, very soft whisper: "Are you... like this... very uncomfortable?"

Shen Yanhui turned his head, his nose almost brushing her cheek, his deep gaze locking onto her.

Gu Yan felt flustered under his gaze, her cheeks turning even redder, her voice as thin as a mosquito's, barely audible: "I... I can... help you..."

Shen Yanhui's eyes suddenly darkened.

The palm he had on her waist tightened slightly, his fingertips pressing through the fabric with a measured weight, triggering a faint tingle.

He lowered his head, his thin lips close to her burning ear, his voice deep, hoarse, and alluring: "Who was it that said their hands were for painting, that they were precious and couldn't do rough work?"

Gu Yan: "..."

That was so long ago, yet he still remembered it so clearly.

Stingy man!

But a scene suddenly flashed through her mind: under the moonlight, his torso, and a certain impressive...

Stop, any more thinking and it won't be suitable for children.

She was incredibly shy, her ears burning alarmingly, yet she still stiffened her neck and bluffed: "Th-then do you want it or not?"

Shen Yanhui stared at her for a moment, taking in her attempt at composure while her eyelashes fluttered wildly.

He suddenly sighed almost inaudibly, lowered his head, and kissed her slightly red and swollen lips very lightly.

"Silly girl." His voice carried helplessness and an indulgence so thick it couldn't be melted away, "Get some rest and recover."

After saying that, he lifted her steadily from his lap and placed her on the sofa. He then pulled over a blanket from the side and covered her legs with it.

Then he stood up and walked into the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of splashing water began, faintly audible through the door panel.

Gu Yan turned her head, looking at the tall, upright figure moving vaguely behind the frosted glass door of the bathroom, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up bit by bit.

In consideration of him being so restrained and thoughtful...

When she gets better, perhaps, she can take the initiative to give him a little reward.

——

After eight o'clock in the evening, Gu Yan finally dawdled her way back to the suite of her older brother and sister-in-law.

Only one floor lamp was on in the living room, the light warm. Gu Chen and Su Jin were snuggled together on the long sofa, whispering about something.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the two of them looked up at the same time.

Gu Yan felt like a thief caught red-handed; a flash of embarrassment crossed her face, but she immediately put on a sweet smile and waved, "Big Brother, Sister-in-law, good evening."

Su Jin couldn't help but laugh, her gaze subconsciously sweeping over Gu Yan's flat abdomen, her tone gentle and teasing: "Decided to come back at last?"

Gu Yan's cheeks warmed, and she didn't answer.

She changed into slippers, walked over, sat down on the single sofa nearby, and hugged a cushion.

"Tonight... not with Mr. Shen?" Su Jin put down her magazine, her smile deepening.

"I'm sleeping here tonight," Gu Yan said.

Su Jin looked at her "the thief protesting his innocence" expression, and her smile grew even wider: "It's fine, you don't have to sleep here. There's no need to sneak over in the middle of the night..."

She paused and glanced at her husband: "Your Big Brother and I are very open-minded."

Gu Yan silently rolled her eyes in her heart.

Open-minded? She didn't think her Big Brother was open-minded at all!

She stole a glance at Gu Chen.

Gu Chen happened to look up, catching her gaze.

Gu Yan immediately pursed her lips and smiled.

"How is your stomach? Still feeling uncomfortable?" he asked.

The topic shift was abrupt, but the concern was genuine.

Gu Yan shook her head: "Much better, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Acute gastroenteritis was really only bad at the very beginning; after taking medicine and eating light meals, the recovery was quite fast. However, she still had to be careful with her diet.

She thought for a moment and added, "Tomorrow... is Friday, there's a practice race at the paddock. You can see the team's real-world tuning, it's quite interesting. If Big Brother and Sister-in-law are free, would you like to go see it together?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at Gu Chen with bright eyes, carrying a hint of cautious anticipation.

Gu Chen looked at her silently for two seconds, then suddenly let out a scoff, hitting the nail on the head: "Practice race? Doing a favor for Shen Yanhui?"

Gu Yan was exposed, her face turning red instantly; feeling a bit annoyed, she dragged out her voice and protested coquettishly: "Brother! What do you mean by doing a favor... I just think, since you're already here, you might as well go take a look."

Gu Chen didn't speak, just looked at her.

That look seemed to be saying: Keep going, keep making it up.

Su Jin was struggling to hold back her laughter on the side and intervened at the right moment, giving Gu Yan a way out: "F1 practice race? I've never seen one in person."

She turned to Gu Chen: "A Chen, we don't have any other plans tomorrow anyway, let's go see it? I heard the engine sound in person is very impressive."

Gu Yan nodded hurriedly.

Being looked at by both of them like this, what else could Gu Chen say?

He pinched the soft flesh at Su Jin's waist and said helplessly, "Fine."