But she wouldn’t forgive so easily. Otherwise, her earlier show of anger would seem too fake.
Cheng Yan thought to herself, she’d hold out just a little longer.
Being kept, having a sponsor, being a canary—these were things others found hard to accept.
But for Cheng Yan, President Jun’s forceful possession, taking advantage of her vulnerability back then, was within her limits. She had also willingly entered the arrangement knowing President Jun’s intentions, so there was no real insult in it for her.
But what happened tonight was different.
Jun Jianqing deliberately kissed her like that in front of Chen Shuhua, using her as a tool to show off. Cheng Yan was genuinely a little angry now.
She intended to make a big deal out of it, to tell Jun Jianqing that even though she had become her kept mistress, the agreement was crystal clear: she was not a plaything to be manipulated at her whim.
Jun Jianqing’s dismissive attitude disgusted her.
Delicate kisses were trailing down her neck, and her hand was being guided to a soft, wet place.
The high and mighty President Jun was coaxing her to “make amends.” Cheng Yan’s mind wandered for a moment.
She was unhappy and deliberately provoking President Jun, and this was how her anger manifested?
She’d seemed quite frightening earlier. Why did her attitude suddenly change?
And she was even deliberately seducing her.
She didn’t get it.
Cheng Yan felt a sense of losing control, a feeling that the situation was slipping away from her grasp. But upon closer thought, she couldn’t pinpoint where the problem lay.
The little tormentor was still playing with her body. Cheng Yan tried hard to keep a straight face. “What is the meaning of this, President Jun?”
Her hand was just there, deliberately still, like a wooden post.
The slender fingers were very noticeable. Guiding Cheng Yan to actively touch her had already been deeply embarrassing for Jun Jianqing.
But to appease the very angry Cheng Yan, she had done it anyway.
Yet the slender finger that had once brought her boundless pleasure remained motionless, its presence overwhelming, stuck there, terribly uncomfortable.
Lifting her head from Cheng Yan’s neck, Jun Jianqing’s voice was a little hoarse. “You really don’t know?”
Cough. She did know, actually.
Cheng Yan kept a straight face and continued, “Does President Jun think this will make me forgive you?”
“And furthermore—”
She looked down at Jun Jianqing’s flushed face, snorted softly, and said in a low voice, “President Jun doing this, I don’t even know if it’s to coax me, or to please yourself.”
She wasn’t the only one who felt pleasure from this sort of thing.
Tsk.
Cheng Yan tried her best to suppress the twitch in her brow, her gaze falling on Jun Jianqing with suspicion.
Right now, she really wanted to lean close to her ear and whisper, “Why are you suddenly tighter?” But that line was too flirtatious, unsuitable for the current atmosphere.
Jun Jianqing’s earlobes were red enough to bleed. She steadied herself, barely suppressing the sudden surge of desire in her body. Cupping Cheng Yan’s face, her expression earnest, she said, “I am coaxing you.”
But her expression wasn’t convincing at all.
Still, Cheng Yan could understand. Their bodies were too compatible. It wasn’t just Jun Jianqing struggling to endure her desire; she was, too.
She was just considering whether she could “forgive” President Jun now. The next second, Jun Jianqing held her face and pushed her down.
A sudden face-full of chest.
The swell and softness were right under her face. A hand rested on her cheek, stroking it gently. Jun Jianqing’s voice was low, husky, and coaxing. “Be good. Don’t be angry anymore.”
The tone really was like coaxing a child.
But who coaxed a child like this?
Strangely, in that moment, Cheng Yan truly felt the older-woman charm of a so-called “Sister.”
Her mouth went dry, her tongue parched, and her fingers involuntarily began to stir.
Jun Jianqing’s breath hitched sharply, a smile gracing her lips.
“Be good. Go take a shower first,” she said.
“…”
Suddenly pushed away, Cheng Yan’s breath faltered, and then a wave of regret washed over her.
Why didn’t you seduce me after the shower?!
Damn it. It seemed she was being played.
…
After showering and putting on her nightgown, Cheng Yan looked at Jun Jianqing on the bed. Only her neck and head were exposed above the covers. Expressionlessly, Cheng Yan lifted the blanket to slip in.
But as soon as she lifted the blanket, she quickly closed it again, her eyes wide as she stared at the woman watching her.
“President Jun?”
Jun Jianqing turned on her side, reached out, and pulled Cheng Yan down to sit. Her expression was calm. “Hm?”
Cheng Yan lifted the blanket and lay back down properly, stammering a rare, “N-Nothing.”
She just hadn’t expected that President Jun, waiting in bed after her shower, would be completely naked.
It seemed President Jun was truly sincere about making it up to her.
So just what kind of image did she have in President Jun’s mind? Did she need to be coaxed in this way?
Grumbling inwardly, Cheng Yan felt her cheeks warming up.
Mainly because this was the first time for them to be so completely bare before anything even started.
Then, the moment the cool body pressed against hers, the lights were switched off, plunging the room into dimness.
Cheng Yan: “…”
She had a feeling of having waited in vain.
—
The next day, the sky, washed by rain, was clear and azure blue. Even the scorching sun’s rays weren’t so harsh anymore, finally considerately dropping a few degrees in intensity.
The indoor temperature was as constant as ever.
When Cheng Yan woke up, Jun Jianqing was standing by the bed, getting dressed. She watched her standing there, unmoving. Her throat, dry in the morning, made her voice a little hoarse. “What’s wrong?”
The seductive, water-snake-like President Jun had vanished the moment the sun rose. Standing before her now was the impeccably dressed, utterly proper, couldn’t-be-more-serious Jun Jianqing.
Frowning as she buttoned her shirt, Jun Jianqing glanced back, her expression already under control. When she spoke, her voice was gentle, a hallmark of her emotional stability. “Nothing.”
Cheng Yan nodded, stretched lazily. The blanket slipped down her body, revealing the mottled marks on her neck.
She glanced down, then looked away, unconcerned.
President Jun’s body would only be marked up worse.
Thinking of this, she glanced again at Jun Jianqing, wrapped tightly in her crisp suit. Suddenly remembering something, her gaze paused, and she asked, tentatively, “President Jun, that place… it isn’t broken, is it?”
Her gaze lingered pointedly on a slightly raised area.
“…”
Jun Jianqing frowned slightly, then quickly smoothed her brow. “No.”
Cheng Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
But even if it wasn’t broken, she had mouthed it for a long time last night, biting and sucking until it was like a ripe fruit. She didn’t know if Jun Jianqing felt any discomfort this morning.
Things from last night were done and over. This morning, she was once again docile and harmless. Her voice carried a hint of remorse and guilt. “I couldn’t control myself at the time. I’m sorry, President Jun.”
Jun Jianqing walked over to the bed, stroked her head, and said gently, “No need to apologize. I already said last night, you could do whatever you wanted.”
Hearing this, Cheng Yan looked at her, blushing.
A clear, shallow smile bloomed on Jun Jianqing’s lips. “Not angry anymore?”
Cheng Yan bit her lip. “Not angry anymore.”
She stole a glance at her, thinking she was being discreet. Little did she know, from the superior vantage point of someone looking down, it was all completely obvious.
“As long as President Jun remembers not to do that again in the future.”
Jun Jianqing: “Naturally.”
Hearing her answer, Cheng Yan’s amber eyes immediately curved into bright crescent moons.
Jun Jianqing found her utterly adorable. The smile in her eyes deepened subtly. Yesterday’s panic was over; her sense of control over Cheng Yan had returned.
“Does Yanyan like doing that?”
Cheng Yan didn’t react at first, unsure what she was asking. It wasn’t until Jun Jianqing’s cool fingertip brushed her lips, seemingly without intent, even touching her teeth, that she realized what she meant.
The moment she understood, her cheeks instantly flushed bright red.
“I… I don’t know what came over me…” Cheng Yan explained, a little flustered. “It felt like I was inexplicably drawn to it. Am I very strange?”
Honestly, she was shocked, too.
Did she actually have a thing for sucking?
Why else could she never resist mouthing it, biting it a little?
Previously, when she occasionally did that, Jun Jianqing would frown, clearly quite unaccustomed to it. Seeing her reaction, Cheng Yan would quickly move away and stop bothering her.
But last night was different. Last night, Jun Jianqing was clearly trying to appease her, so she could play for a bit longer.
Jun Jianqing looked down at the blushing, flustered Cheng Yan, thinking about the strange sensation on her chest when she woke up in the middle of the night. The sleeping Yanyan had somehow snuggled up right next to her, her mouth and tongue latched onto that place.
Occasionally, her teeth would graze, causing a slight, uncomfortable sting.
She had gently pushed her away, and it never happened again for the rest of the night.
The girl seemed frightened by her own words.
It made sense. No matter how forceful she was in bed, it was just instinct taking over.
Once off the bed, with reason returning, it was normal for a young person to be hesitant and flustered.
Jun Jianqing’s hand stroked the top of her head again and again, indescribably gentle. She soothed softly, “It’s not strange. I haven’t said anything; why are you panicking?”
“Tell me, do you like it?”
Cheng Yan looked up, hesitant, conflicted. Finally, under Jun Jianqing’s encouraging gaze, she told the truth. “I like it.”
After saying it, she quickly lowered her head, too ashamed to look at the person before her.
Jun Jianqing laughed softly.
Cheng Yan took a deep breath, suddenly grabbing the hand stroking her head. A little nervously, she asked, “But President Jun, doesn’t it make you uncomfortable?”
Faced with her concern, Jun Jianqing’s smile became somewhat tender. She said, “Yanyan likes it, doesn’t she?”
“!”
Why did that sound so doting?
Could it be that President Jun didn’t believe yesterday’s matter was truly over for her and was still trying to coax her?
But President Jun seemed to really like this act too, right? Cheng Yan remembered that after she did it last night, her fingers had gotten much wetter.
Cheng Yan suppressed her suddenly racing heart, putting on a flattered, touched smile. Obediently, she said, “Thank you, President Jun.”
Jun Jianqing’s gentle gaze flickered, stilling slightly.
Meeting Cheng Yan’s sweet, docile smile, she suddenly felt that the words “President Jun,” which she had always been so accustomed to hearing, sounded a bit grating coming from Cheng Yan’s mouth.
Fingers were touching her lips again.
Resisting the urge to do the same to Jun Jianqing, Cheng Yan once again flawlessly played the role of the obedient, pleasing mistress.
Only her gaze was slightly puzzled as she looked at Jun Jianqing, wondering why, early in the morning, in the middle of a conversation, she was touching her mouth again.
Did she want to kiss?
It wasn’t impossible. She was just afraid that early in the morning, they’d accidentally spark something again and wouldn’t be able to stop.
After all, President Jun’s stamina wasn’t particularly great, and she still had to go to work.
