Returning - Chapter 31
Chapter 31: Flirting
"Not bad. Looks great."
"Really?"
"Why else? See for yourself how handsome I look wearing it. My woman really has good taste—the material's comfortable too."
Xue Zi'ang knew perfectly well that Zhao Yu's comments on the phone had been nothing more than cautious probing. There was no way she'd just happened to see the clothes and bought them on impulse. She'd probably spent a long time choosing, specifically selecting this as a return gift for him.
"Who's your woman?" Zhao Yu glared at him with mock anger, but her face was all barely concealed delight.
"What? Just got up from under me and already refusing to admit you're my woman?" Xue Zi'ang pulled her into his arms, his lips brushing against her ear. "Want to experience again what it feels like to have me inside you?"
"Shameless." Zhao Yu scolded coyly, reaching to pound his chest, but he caught her hand with unerring accuracy.
Seeing the faint scars on her palm, Xue Zi'ang gently stroked them with his fingertip. "Almost healed."
"The wound closed ages ago, and this scar should fade soon too—all thanks to your scar removal cream."
Xue Zi'ang's hand traced from her palm up her arm, where there had once been several scars of varying depths, but now they were all invisible.
"If you ever self-harm again, I swear I'll spank your ass raw."
Zhao Yu nodded obediently. "I won't."
Although she could be ruthless with herself, those wounds had never been deep—nothing like the horrifying self-harm Xu Miao had inflicted on herself.
Back when Xue Zi'ang loved Xu Miao, no matter how badly she hurt herself, no matter how exhausted he became in that relationship, he had still doted on her with infinite tenderness.
But if Zhao Yu ever dared to do the same, Xue Zi'ang would probably just write her off as a psychopath and keep his distance.
Besides, she knew perfectly well that, aside from certain fetishists, no man liked to see scars on a woman. So she'd always been measured with the pressure she applied.
Curled in Xue Zi'ang's embrace, holding him quietly for a long while, Zhao Yu finally murmured, "Work starts again tomorrow."
Xue Zi'ang laughed. "What? Reluctant to give up your vacation?"
"Of course. Paid leave is amazing."
"Want me to abuse my authority and give you another month off?"
"Absolutely not."
"Then let me abuse my authority to sleep with you one more time."
"We just finished... ah... stop... Xue Zi'ang... don't lick..."
Ye Zi had been fired, and Zhao Yu had been on medical leave due to her work injury. For the past month, the person working alongside Xue Zi'ang was the newly appointed secretary, Xia Nan.
Xue Zi'ang had asked Zhao Yu to find someone, and Zhao Yu had felt this young woman was efficient and cheerful, so she'd recommended her. To work alongside this "crown prince" even during her probationary period, Xia Nan was naturally thrilled and had always been especially grateful to Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu's work was different from Xia Nan's. When Xue Zi'ang was overwhelmed or out of the office, she often had to handle matters on his behalf, sometimes even making decisions herself.
When Yicheng Technology sent people over to discuss the collaboration, Xue Zi'ang wasn't in the office, so Zhao Yu attended the meeting.
And Xu Chengyan was there too.
In truth, this kind of routine cooperation should have been handled by the relevant departments interfacing with Huacan. There was no reason for Xu Chengyan, the CEO, to come personally.
The last time he'd come along was because he had investment matters to discuss with the general manager of Huaqi—that is, Xue Zi'ang's mother. It had nothing to do with Zhao Yu.
As for this time, that was harder to say.
Before leaving her desk, Zhao Yu took out the gold-rimmed glasses from her drawer and put them on.
Xia Nan noticed and asked curiously, "Oh, Sister Zhao Yu, you're nearsighted too? I never realized."
Zhao Yu smiled. "Not really. I barely have any prescription. I just feel like my vision's been a bit worse lately and was worried I couldn't see the screen in a big conference room, so I got these specially."
Actually, they were just plano lenses—what prescription?
Xia Nan asked, "They look like men's frames to me, though?"
"Do they? I didn't even notice they come in men's and women's styles." Zhao Yu smiled, picked up her files, and walked toward the elevator.
In this meeting, the marketing department wasn't the star. Zhao Yu's role as the marketing representative was simply to present the pre-prepared data, give a brief overview, and provide a reference for the other departments.
So her seat was at the very bottom, forming the longest diagonal line with Xu Chengyan, who sat at the head of the visitor's side.
But from the moment he walked in, Xu Chengyan's gaze had repeatedly landed on her face.
Or more precisely, on the gold-rimmed glasses she was wearing.
A gift for you. Wear them next time you fuck me.
That was the message she'd sent him before, accompanied by a photo of the very glasses she was wearing now.
And not long ago, in a fitting room separated only by a door from his fiancée, she had sandwiched his cock between her tits, lifted her skirt and masturbated in front of him, licked the tip of his shaft with her tongue, let him spray his cum all over her pale breasts, and then, stroking the corner of his eye, said that he was missing the gold-rimmed glasses befitting an elite pervert.
Now she said nothing, did nothing, just sat seriously at the table participating in the meeting. Yet those glasses alone were enough to stir countless fantasies.
Feeling his gaze, Zhao Yu gave him a slight smile, the polite, even slightly reserved kind you'd give a superior, then quickly looked away.
Half a minute later, however, Xu Chengyan received her WeChat message: President Xu, don't tell me watching me made you hard
Xu Chengyan didn't reply. He locked his phone and set it aside. Soon after, Zhao Yu rose from her seat and silently slipped out of the conference room.
Leaving during a meeting was perfectly normal—could be a bathroom break, could be an important call. No one paid attention to why she was gone.
But when she returned, Xu Chengyan keenly noticed her face was slightly flushed. It wasn't obvious, but something felt off to him on instinct.
Sure enough, another message from her quickly arrived: You didn't get hard, but I got wet just watching. Had to go to the bathroom and take care of it myself
Xu Chengyan looked at her again. Her gaze was still fixed on the big screen, her expression still serious and composed.
But her right hand, propping up her chin, was slowly moving. As her index finger touched her lips, the tip of her tongue peeked out, lightly licking the finger in a seemingly absent-minded way.
The entire gesture was natural and casual. No one watching would think anything of it. But Xu Chengyan knew—she was teasing him.
She was hinting that she'd used that very finger to masturbate just now.
And the way she gently licked her fingertip looked exactly like how she'd licked his cock with her tongue that day.
Without any visible reaction, Xu Chengyan crossed his legs and shifted his sitting position, also returning his attention to the big screen.
But the phone on the table buzzed again moments later.
He knew it was a message from that woman, knew it would be another blatantly provocative remark, yet he still couldn't resist opening WeChat again.
Good thing I had these glasses. When I was touching myself just now, I kept looking at them and imagining you wearing them while fucking me—that's the only reason I came so fast
Got so wet. My panties are completely soaked.
I'm not wearing anything down there right now. It's so cool... you think anyone will notice?
Vice President Ke, sitting beside Xu Chengyan and passionately delivering his speech, heard a sharp clack. Seeing Xu Chengyan slam his phone hard onto the table, he immediately fell silent, thinking he'd misspoken.
After two seconds of silence, Xu Chengyan merely gave him a look that said "continue," but his boss seemed to be in a foul mood, making his subsequent words considerably more cautious.
Watching Xu Chengyan's direction from the corner of her eye, Zhao Yu smiled smugly and returned her full attention to the meeting.
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