Sudden change
On the other end of the line, Qin Yuheng froze, staring at his phone with an unreadable expression.
"Sir, your meeting is in ten minutes," his secretary's voice cut through the silence, pulling him back to reality.
"Sir, your meeting is in ten minutes," his secretary reminded him, interrupting his thoughts.
"Hm," he replied curtly, slipping the phone into his pocket as he stood up.
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For the next few days, Shen Ning continued her routine, having lunch with her friends as usual. Each time, Mu Chen joined them, and Yun Xi would flirt with him occasionally.
"You look handsome today. You look handsome every day." She would tease him playfully.
"And you look beautiful too," Mu Chen replied with a gentle smile, earning a laugh from the group.
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Late at night that day, under the gentle glow of the bedside lamp, Qin Yuheng lay beside Shen Ning. She slept soundly, her back pressed against his chest.
His gaze lingered on her serene face before he leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to the nape of her neck.
She stirred slightly, murmuring drowsily, "Mmm… don't disturb me."
But his lips didn't stop. They trailed slowly down her neck, each kiss lingering longer than the last. His arms tightened around her waist, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her stomach.
"Let me sleep…" she mumbled again, her voice barely above a whisper.
"We haven't been intimate for more than a week." He whispered huskily, his warm breath tickling her skin. "It's very hard to control, wifey."
"But I am tired today," she protested softly.
"Hmm? Same excuse?" He raised his brows playfully.
She didn't say anything.
"Are you upset with me?" he asked after a moment, his voice soft but insistent. "Did I say or do something wrong?"
"No," she murmured.
"Then what is it? You can tell me if something is bothering you," he coaxed, his fingers brushing against her cheek.
"...Nothing," she finally said, deciding she'd talk about it another time.
Qin Yuheng's expression softened as he leaned closer. "Then let's enjoy," he said, hovering over her without giving her a chance to respond before pressing his lips to hers and kissing her passionately.
"Uhmm..." Her soft gasp filled the room as he deepened the kiss, his hand exploring her gently.
Just as things began to heat, her phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with an incoming call, breaking the intimate moment.
He glanced at her phone—Mu Chen's name flashing on the screen.
"Leave it," he muttered, pulling her closer and continuing to kiss her.
The call was disconnected only for the phone to buzz again moments later.
While his lips were trailing wet kisses down her neck, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
Shen Ning whispered, "Let me pick up the call. It might be important."
"No," he replied firmly, his tone laced with irritation. He continued sucking her neck, unwilling to let go.
"Let me go," she said, her voice holding a hint of frustration.
He pulled back slightly, surprised by the sudden change in her tone. Shen Ning adjusted her clothes, pick her phone and headed towards the balcony, without a word leaving him stunned.
He lay back on the bed, watching her retreating figure, blinked his eyes in confusion.
On the balcony, Shen Ning answered the call.
"My aunt returned to the country yesterday," Mu Chen said from the other end.
"You can meet her when you are free."
"Hmm. Thank you for helping me with this," she replied softly, "I'm truly grateful."
"Don't say that." Mu Chen's voice softened. "Take care, Ok? Bye."
"Bye." Just as he was about to hang up, Shen Ning spoke urgently, "Mu Chen."
"Yes?"
"Don't call me late at night unless it's something urgent. I don't want my husband to misunderstand."
"... Hmm."
Fifteen minutes later, Qin Yuheng saw her standing on the balcony, her phone call long over.
"You... can come back now," he said softly, his voice carrying an unexpected vulnerability. "I won't force you if you don't want to."
Shen Ning stiffened at his words. She knew he misunderstood her, but she still needed some time to gather her courage to explain to him. She can't afford to lose him in haste.
She returned to the bed silently. Looking at his back, she parted her lips, wanting to say something, but the words never came.
They fell asleep with their backs turned to each other. The distance between them was palpable.
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The next morning, Shen Ning woke to find the other side of the bed empty. Frowning, she glanced around the room.
"Maybe he's downstairs," she muttered, grabbing her phone to check the time. "Oh, Shit! I am late!" She rushed through her morning routine, grabbing a sandwich on her way to the door.
"Young Madam, eat something more," Aunt Rong called out from the kitchen.
"No, I'm already late!" she said, pausing briefly. "By the way, Aunt Rong, where's Qin Yuheng?"
"Young Master left for the company early."Aunt Rong informed her.
"Did he have breakfast?"
Aunt Rong shook her head. "No, he said he'd eat at the office."
She bit her lips but said nothing as she stepped out.
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In ShengTian Group...
The atmosphere in the meeting was tense. Qin Yuheng's icy demeanor kept everyone on edge.
The finance manager said tremblingly, "This... this... uhh..."
"Speak in one go," he commanded sharply, his tone sending chills through the room.
The finance manager, "Sir... Sir, this is the report for this year and we... we have seen a slight dip in the fourth quarter's revenue due to unforeseen market fluctuations."
The room was thick with tension as Qin Yuheng's piercing gaze scanned the report, his expression cold and unreadable.
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