Chapter 2077 - 681: The Fall of the Female CEO (Part 3)
Xie Shuyu’s eyelashes gently trembled as she inhaled deeply, elegantly sliding down from the high stool and picking up the camel-colored cashmere coat.
"Let’s go, we’ll head back. It’s late."
"Okay."
...
The night was already deep.
First, there was beer, then two cocktails.
Her body slightly swayed as she walked, yet she stubbornly refused to hold Tang Song’s hand, tucking her hands into the wide pockets of the camel coat.
The two walked through the quiet streets of Rong City at night, returning to the Times Mansion.
Upon entering, they discovered Meng Ran had already discreetly gone back to her main bedroom.
Leaving the entire common space for them.
The lights in the living room were intentionally dimmed, leaving only a few warm and ambiguous atmosphere lights.
On the coffee table, a bottle of opened Prosecco sparkling wine and two crystal clear crystal glasses were thoughtfully placed.
Seeing this scene, Xie Shuyu smiled faintly.
"This wine isn’t cheap; it would be a waste not to drink it." She picked up the bottle and glasses and handed them to Tang Song beside her, "You take them to the bedroom; I’ll freshen up."
"Sure, go ahead." Tang Song reached out to accept them.
Watching Xie Shuyu’s slightly unstable, graceful figure disappear at the bathroom door,
He then turned around, entered her secondary bedroom, and casually turned on the light.
The room was fairly large, tidied meticulously, clean and orderly to the point of being almost rigid.
On the bedside table, several original English books on business management and brand marketing were neatly stacked in order of size.
On the other side was a minimalist style aromatherapy diffuser, emitting a faint cedar scent.
On the clothes rack hung several neatly ironed silk shirts and suit jackets, impeccably arranged from light to dark colors.
Tang Song curiously flipped through the books and casually touched the cool, smooth garments hanging on the rack.
He even opened a drawer, glancing at the pantyhose folded like tofu blocks inside.
His heartbeat gradually began to accelerate.
After a whole night of romantic buildup and ambiguous teasing, the mood between them had already reached a peak.
Next comes the moment to savor the ripe fruit.
For this forbidden and taboo-laden female CEO, he had been eagerly anticipating for so long.
A good while passed.
"Creak—"
The door pushed open, and Xie Shuyu, freshened up, walked in.
Her face still maintained that distinct dignity.
But due to the slight intoxication, her eyes which always carried a hint of sharpness were cloaked in a layer of moisture, appearing especially captivating.
She walked to the clothes rack, first reorganizing the garments Tang Song had messed up; then went to the bedside table, restacking the books according to their original size order.
"Uh... sorry." Tang Song awkwardly spread his hands, "I’ll be careful in the future."
Xie Shuyu paused and turned to explain, "I’m a bit of a neat freak, so... if we live together in the future, you might find it a bit hard to adjust."
"Oh? Really?" Tang Song was taken aback.
He realized it for the first time, but upon reflection, her home and office seemed exceptionally tidy.
Indeed, it turns out he was not attentive enough as a boyfriend.
But mainly because their relationship was too special, completely unlike normal couples.
Whenever they met, it was all work talks.
If any ambiguous topics came up, the female CEO would deliberately steer the conversation away.
Getting too intimate would result in her verbal catchphrase "no exceptions next time."
After tidying up, Xie Shuyu glanced at the bed disrupted by him sitting on it.
A bit awkwardly, she reached out to fix her hair and pulled out a bathrobe from the wardrobe, handing it over.
"It’s your turn to wash up."
Tang Song took the bathrobe, just about to turn and leave.
Yet Xie Shuyu suddenly remembered something, instinctively adding a comment, "Make sure to clean up well."
Her gaze, uncontrolled, slid downward, landing on Tang Song’s abdomen before quickly shifting away.
Tang Song raised his eyebrows slightly, couldn’t resist reaching out to slap her firm buttocks, "Got it, my female CEO."
He then left in strides.
Xie Shuyu instinctively reached to cover the spot where he slapped, as if his palm’s scorching heat still lingered.
Soon, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.
Causing her whole body to shiver.
She walked to the bedside table and poured the sparkling wine into two crystal glasses.
Picking up one, she gently took a sip.
The cool, fruity liquid slid down her throat, calming her wildly beating heart slightly.
In fact, ever since she voluntarily invited Tang Song to live with her, she had already foreseen it.
She wasn’t the kind of woman who would act impulsively because of alcohol.
Every decision she made was carefully thought out.
Yet even so, she underestimated the magic of love.
At this moment, she seemed to have turned into that teenage girl.
Blushing, heart racing, distracted.
...
Ten minutes later.
When Tang Song, having bathed and brushed his teeth, pushed open the bedroom door and walked back in.
He saw a "brand-new" female CEO.
She sat on the soft bed, having taken off the knitted sweater she was wearing.
She was only wearing a flesh-colored body-shaping undershirt, and matching high-waisted leggings.
Outside, she wore flesh-toned stockings.
The smooth, clinging fabric fully showcased her tall, sexy, perfectly curved body without a trace of excess flesh.
Every inch exuded the unique charm of a mature woman.
She sat there quietly, her long, dark, silky hair cascading over her shoulders.
A pair of bright eyes quietly gazed at him.
In her hand, she held a glass of sparkling wine.
Sexy, elegant, forbidden, slightly tipsy, dreamy...
A myriad of contradictory elements blended into an irresistible allure that could drive any man crazy.
Tang Song gently closed the door, hearing a "click," and locked it.
He didn’t walk over immediately, just leaned against the door frame, his gaze intense as he admired the vivid and alluring picture before him.
In the bedroom, only the intertwined sound of their breathing remained.
Xie Shuyu sat on the edge of the bed, still holding that glass of sparkling wine.
Her back was held straight, as if maintaining her usual elegance with her last ounce of rationality.
"Let’s drink together." She slightly raised her head, gesturing to the glass of wine on the bedside table prepared for him.
Her voice was low and hoarse, carrying a barely noticeable tremble.
Tang Song smiled, walked over, and downed the crystal glass in one go.
As the liquid slid down his throat, he slightly leaned over, gazing down at her.
Xie Shuyu felt uneasy under his invasive gaze and subconsciously crossed her long, beautiful legs.
"Wh-What are you looking at?"
"Of course, I’m looking at you." Tang Song’s lips curled upwards as he slowly leaned closer to her.
Every movement was like walking on the edge of Xie Shuyu’s heart, causing her heartbeat to go out of control.
Tang Song took the wine glass from her hand, pressing it to her lips, "Open your mouth."
Xie Shuyu hesitated, instinctively parted her lips.
"Gulp——"
The cool wine was poured into her mouth.
Some overflowed, flowing down her fair jaw and delicate collarbone, meandering downwards.
It left a dark, intimate mark on the flesh-colored undershirt.
Tang Song placed the glass back on the bedside table, his body continuing to lean downward.
Xie Shuyu almost instinctively retreated, only to be forced to gradually stick against the soft mattress.
Ultimately, she was completely pinned under him on the soft bedding.
Tang Song lowered his face, lightly brushing her earlobe and neck with his lips and teeth, his warm breath like an electric current through her entire body.
His aggressive yet gentle demeanor intertwined.
Like an invisible net, trapping all her rationality and poise.
Xie Shuyu felt like she was about to lose her mind.
She couldn’t help but reach out her arms, actively encircling his neck.
As their lips and teeth entangled, all reason and sobriety were gradually stripped away.
...
Outside the window, the night in Rong City sank deeper.
The wind blew through the city’s high-rise buildings, neon lights blurred into a field of ambiguous shadows.
The forgotten glass of sparkling wine on the bedside, its tiny bubbles still rising and bursting.
Their breathing intertwined into an invisible flame.
At some point, Xie Shuyu’s hoarse voice sounded:
"...Do you love me? Tang Song."
"I love you."
"What do you love about me?"
"I love your elegance, more so the way this elegance is torn apart by me. Sister Shuyu..."