Returning - Chapter 32
Chapter 32: In Plain Sight
Zhao Yu had considered luring Xu Chengyan to the restroom, or to a deserted stairwell like last time, to do something sufficiently thrilling.
But she couldn't take that risk.
After all, this was Huacan's territory. There were surveillance cameras everywhere, and who knew how many pairs of eyes were secretly watching her. She could only exercise restraint and refocus her attention on work.
When the meeting finally ended, it was nearly quitting time. The two companies had been cooperating long-term, and everyone were old acquaintances. Dining together was standard protocol.
What neither side expected was that a big boss like Xu Chengyan, whose status was clearly out of place among the rest, would actually condescend to join everyone for a meal.
And because he took the initiative to host, the restaurant they went to was far more upscale than originally anticipated, with greater privacy as well.
[This meal wouldn't happen to be for me, would it, President Xu]
Gazing at the man from across the table with some distance between them, Zhao Yu sent another message.
Xu Chengyan put down his phone, casually glanced toward Zhao Yu's table, and continued his calm conversation with Huacan's Brand Department Deputy Director.
Normally at group dinners, Zhao Yu didn't touch alcohol much. Whether it was Fu Tao before or Xue Zi'ang later, they always protected the female staff beside them, ensuring they weren't bullied at social drinking events. So none of her colleagues even knew what her alcohol tolerance truly was.
When she followed a few tipsy colleagues to toast at Xu Chengyan's table, she suddenly went limp and sat directly down on the chair in front of her.
Seeing her dazed expression, a colleague burst out laughing: "Xiao Zhao, are you drunk already?"
Zhao Yu pressed hard against her temples: "I'm not drunk."
By now, most people had loosened up from drinking, and the private room had long since dissolved into chaos. No one cared whose seat she had taken, and no one paid attention to what she was doing.
The others continued eating, drinking, and enjoying themselves as before. Only she remained quietly sprawled on the table, resting.
Yet where no one could see, her hand had already reached onto Xu Chengyan's thigh, shielded by the tablecloth.
She was sitting in the seat originally belonging to Huacan's Brand Department Deputy Director, right next to Xu Chengyan.
Xu Chengyan seemed to have anticipated she would pull this move. He showed no surprise, nor did he block her hand from stroking gently along his thigh. He merely smiled mildly: "Is Miss Zhao drunk?"
Zhao Yu remained silent, lying on the table. Her right hand rubbed firmly over his muscular thigh a few times, then headed directly for his crotch, stroking the prominent bulge through his trousers.
He wasn't erect yet. When she squeezed gently, she could feel the soft texture, but after only a few kneading strokes, the shape in her palm had already begun to change.
Xu Chengyan sat quietly, holding his wine glass and occasionally taking a small sip. He appeared utterly composed, as if deep in solitary contemplation, which actually deterred others from approaching him for conversation.
Zhao Yu's hand found the zipper of his suit trousers. Using the surrounding noise as cover, she unzipped it without hesitation, stroked him a few times through his underwear, then pulled the underwear down, freeing the thing that had long since begun to clamor.
Thick and hard, its temperature hotter than her palm. It even twitched uncontrollably in her hand, as if begging for her soothing touch.
Her thumb covered the tip, rubbing and teasing in circles, while her other four fingers wrapped around the shaft, kneading softly and slowly. Only after she felt his entire lower abdomen quiver did she begin stroking up and down in earnest.
Xu Chengyan took two deep breaths. Seizing a moment when those nearby were busy competing in drinking, his body naturally leaned in Zhao Yu's direction. He said in a low voice: "Is that all you've got?"
His voice was slightly hoarse, thick with lust.
Zhao Yu couldn't help but laugh quietly: "Just this little skill, and aren't you still hard?"
A senior executive from Yicheng approached to consult on a matter, looking ready to sit in the seat on Xu Chengyan's other side.
Xu Chengyan straightened up, shifting forward inconspicuously so the tablecloth completely concealed his lower body. He spoke: "Continue."
His tone was calm, his voice low—it sounded exactly like the solemnity of discussing official business.
The executive who had received his command began addressing the next issue, but Zhao Yu knew that Xu Chengyan's words were meant for her.
Because upon hearing someone approach, she had stopped the movements of her hand.
It seemed this man truly enjoyed this thrill of potentially being discovered at any moment. Just like that day, right under his fiancée's nose, having her tit-fuck him. Just like now, in front of his subordinate, enjoying the pleasure of being stroked by her hand.
After tracing circles from the tip of his organ all the way down to the base with caressing, kneading motions, Zhao Yu used her fingertips to push aside the underwear stuck against his abdomen, inching toward the full sac.
That was another of a man's sensitive zones. Just pressing down hard with force, Xu Chengyan couldn't suppress a low grunt. His lower body tensed, and the hand holding his wine glass tightened its grip.
The senior executive beside him thought he was angry and looked at him carefully: "If President Xu finds it unsuitable, I'll decline right away."
Zhao Yu's hand had already followed the thick, long shaft, stroking upward, pressing against the glans and rubbing, her nails scraping along the coronal ridge.
Xu Chengyan gritted his teeth and paused for several seconds before speaking mildly: "No rush, let me consider it."
"Yes, President Xu, then you..." Perhaps noticing something off about his expression, the man assumed he was feeling unwell and asked hesitantly, "Should I arrange to send you back to rest first?"
"Don't mind me. I still have important matters."
The last few words, to Zhao Yu's ears, were clearly loaded with meaning.
Unsure whether anyone else was still nearby after that person left, she dared not make a sound, until Xu Chengyan's voice reached her: "Are you wet?"
Zhao Yu laughed lightly: "President Xu, feel for yourself."
Xu Chengyan actually did feel.
Like her, using the tablecloth as cover to reach between her legs, what he touched was a handful of sticky slickness.
Sure enough, no panties—and soaking wet.
"This slutty every time." His lips moved slightly, the smile on his face gentle and highly approachable. From others' perspective, watching from a distance, no one could tell he was speaking; they would only think he was urging everyone to enjoy themselves.
His long fingers pressed against the two petals, kneading briefly, then his fingertips followed the slick, wet slit to her clit, rubbing back and forth hard and repeatedly. Zhao Yu twisted her hips, clamping her legs together to trap his hand between them, while her hand pumped his erection even more forcefully.
Xu Chengyan matched her rhythm, sliding from her clit to her entrance, pushing two fingers inside, thrusting deep then shallow, circling to scrape the tender flesh inside her hole.
The satisfaction of being filled made her slippery passage contract involuntarily, clamping around his fingers, wrapping and sucking. Her lower abdomen quivered repeatedly, expressing her body's excitement.
The fiery-hot glans had long since leaked some fluid, staining her fingertips everywhere, which was then smeared onto the thick shaft.
Her tight little cunt grew increasingly messy and muddy. The obscene fluid gushing out not only soaked his fingers completely but was already flowing along her rear cleft onto the chair.
His cock twitched violently, while her flower hole desperately contracted and fluttered.
She sped up rubbing the tip of his organ, and he forcefully kneaded her most sensitive clit.
He came with a muffled groan, spilling all over her hand, yet the moment she was about to climax, he abruptly withdrew his hand, leaving her unsatisfied and trembling in her seat.
Zhao Yu knew he had done it deliberately.
She wasn't angry. On the contrary, she found this man much more endearing now.
That he could retaliate against her like this showed that in his eyes, she was becoming increasingly valuable.
Pretending to sober up midway, when she hazily opened her eyes and lifted her head, what Zhao Yu saw was Xu Chengyan smiling at her with polite amusement.
And on his face sat, unmistakably, the gold-rimmed glasses she had placed on the table earlier.
He truly looked like an absolute scum in gentleman's clothing.
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