Returning - Chapter 152
Chapter 152: Caught in the Act
When Xue Zhan arrived at the company, he also spotted the two bouquets on Zhao Yu's desk at a glance.
It wasn't entirely because he habitually glanced toward Zhao Yu's workstation every time he passed the executive office—it was just that those two bouquets were so glaringly conspicuous, impossible to miss even if he tried.
Although he thought sending flowers was a terribly tacky gesture, he had to admit that the two bouquets were exquisitely chosen, their packaging extraordinarily elegant, genuinely pleasing to the eye.
He didn't need to guess who had sent them.
Eyeing the tightly shut door to Xue Zi'ang's office, his expression darkened involuntarily. "Is Zhao Yu in there?"
Sensing the low pressure radiating from her boss, Wang Qi nodded cautiously, not daring to utter a single word.
Xue Zhan strode straight toward Xue Zi'ang's office. After two steps, something occurred to him. His fists clenched slightly as he turned to face the executive office staff. "All of you, go down to the large conference room and wait for me. I have a meeting to hold."
Anyone with eyes could see he intended to send everyone away. Yet remembering the last time no one was around and the uncle and nephew had been at each other's throats in minutes—Xue Zhan's arm nearly ruined in the process—for a moment, no one dared to leave.
Xue Zhan's gaze turned icy as he fixed it on Gu Shuyang. "Did you not hear me?"
Gu Shuyang hesitated, glancing toward Xue Zi'ang's office. Figuring that with Zhao Yu present, even if a fight broke out, someone would be able to break it up, he finally gave the others a meaningful look, and they all headed for the elevator one by one.
Once the entire floor was empty of everyone else, Xue Zhan walked to Xue Zi'ang's office door without a moment's hesitation, grasped the handle, and twisted.
The moment he confirmed the door was unlocked, he felt a small measure of relief, thinking that if it wasn't bolted, perhaps they were just innocently chatting inside.
But just as that breath of relief escaped him, he heard intermittent moans from within.
Even though he had mentally prepared himself, seeing the scene with his own eyes still caused a sudden tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, his head throbbing with spikes of pain.
Zhao Yu had long since been stripped nearly naked. Her white blouse and unclasped bra hung loosely around her elbows. Her skirt had been pushed up to her waist, her panties and stockings tossed aside. Her two bare legs were spread wide, draped over Xue Zi'ang's shoulders. Her creamy breasts bounced continuously with his thrusts, one erect bud trembling delicately in the open air while the other was held in Xue Zi'ang's mouth, sucked with lewd, audible sounds.
The two were so completely absorbed that they hadn't noticed anyone enter. Even though it was obvious Zhao Yu was deliberately suppressing her moans, those enticing whimpers, her flushed cheeks, and her dazed, lust-filled eyes all revealed just how good she felt right now.
"Don't... don't touch there..."
"You clearly love it most when I touch you there. You're just being contrary." Gripping her twisting waist tightly, Xue Zi'ang laughed as he intensified the pressure of his other hand, pressing down hard on her erect clit and rubbing vigorously before pinching and rolling it between two fingertips. "Does that feel good?"
Already on the verge of climax, Zhao Yu couldn't control the low cry that escaped her. Her body trembled violently, her full breasts shaking erratically, her toes curling tightly around his waist as she came apart instantly under his intense stimulation.
Watching her gaze scatter, breathless yet utterly blissful, Xue Zi'ang—who hadn't tasted sex in far too long—felt an infinite satisfaction welling in his heart. He leaned down to kiss her lips while gripping her hips tighter and thrusting even faster.
Zhao Yu responded lazily to his kiss. As she gradually came down from her orgasm, she pushed at him again. "My waist is sore. Let's change positions."
Xue Zi'ang raised an eyebrow. "You still prefer it when I fuck you from behind?"
Zhao Yu let out a few soft, coquettish murmurs. "Hurry up."
Doggy style truly was less strenuous for her. Without waiting for his help, she struggled to turn over and lie on her stomach. But just as she rose from the sofa, her entire body froze.
Although she had considered that having sex in the office might very well become known to Xue Zhan, she truly hadn't imagined he would appear before them so silently.
And his gaze—it really was far too cold.
"Xue Zhan..." The name slipped from her lips. Xue Zi'ang, whose erection was still half-buried inside her, also jolted to a halt.
Looking at the two of them, their expressions nearly identical, Xue Zhan suddenly smiled. "Enjoying the thrill?"
Zhao Yu didn't answer. Xue Zi'ang, however, shot him a look brimming with hostility, pulling Zhao Yu into his arms and thrusting his cock—which had been about to pull out—back inside her, pumping fiercely into her slick, soaked cunt.
Zhao Yu let out a low moan but could only cling tightly to his shoulders. As he sat back onto the sofa, she spread her legs and straddled him, letting him thrust upward into her with rough, driving motions.
The sex on the sofa was harmonious yet fierce. Xue Zhan's clenched fists loosened, then tightened again. He couldn't quite understand why he had walked in here.
Now, having witnessed this with his own eyes, he couldn't advance or retreat. It was utterly meaningless, only adding to his own torment.
This was the first time Zhao Yu had ever had sex right under someone else's gaze. She couldn't say it felt particularly shameful, but the outsider's stare seemed almost tangible, igniting small flames across her skin, sending her desire spiraling uncontrollably higher. Every nerve ending seemed to sharpen, and it wasn't long before she couldn't bear the relentless pounding of the hard shaft inside her.
"Mm—ah..." Her clit was rubbed incessantly by his coarse pubic hair while every sensitive spot along her inner walls was scraped back and forth by the thick, swollen head of his cock. Under Xue Zhan's furious, searing gaze, she soon moaned her way to another climax.
Only after flooding her passage completely did Xue Zi'ang look over at Xue Zhan, panting heavily. "So you have this kind of kink."
His gaze traveled from Xue Zhan's face down to his crotch, and Xue Zi'ang let out a sudden scoff. "You're hard? I thought Vice Chairman Xue had astonishing self-control. Seems I overestimated you."
Without a word, Xue Zhan stepped closer, grabbed Zhao Yu's arm, and began pulling her up. But Xue Zi'ang held her waist tightly, refusing to let go, staring at him defiantly.
Zhao Yu was still immersed in the lingering afterglow of her orgasm and had absolutely no strength to mediate between these two. She also understood perfectly well that taking sides in this situation would only harm her. So she simply continued to lean limply against Xue Zi'ang, letting them fight it out.
Just as uncle and nephew were locked in their standoff, neither willing to yield, Xue Zhan's phone rang abruptly. Seeing Gu Shuyang's name on the caller ID, he paused for two seconds before choosing to answer.
"Director Xue, Xu Chengyan, President Xu from Yicheng, is here. He says he's attending the meeting on behalf of Vice President Qian. He specifically pointed out that he wants... wants Assistant Zhao to attend the meeting."
Xue Zhan's gaze darkened. He gave Zhao Yu a deep, penetrating look, was silent for a moment, then said, "Repeat what you just said."
This time, he put the call on speaker. Gu Shuyang's voice rang out clearly into the ears of both Xue Zi'ang and Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu showed no reaction, not even looking surprised. But Xue Zi'ang's face instantly clouded over, turning even more menacing than Xue Zhan's.
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