Chapter 115: Taking Her Fiercely, Again and Again!

“Auntie, where are you and Assistant Wu headed? Let me walk you part of the way,” Yuwen Si said with refined elegance, exuding the bearing of a true gentleman. Yet, his gaze—those eyes—made Wu Meili feel as if he had stepped squarely on the very tip of her heart, twisting and turning it relentlessly.

“Heh, thank you for your kindness, Mr. President, but… no need. My mother and I…”

“Heh, well then. Since As is so kind, Meili and I will gladly accept,” Auntie interrupted abruptly, tugging Wu Meili’s wrist with a subtle but firm grip, cutting off her words.

Wu Meili winced slightly from the sudden pain, realizing escape was futile. Worse still, this scene unfolded before the entire company. Such an embarrassing predicament made her cheeks flush with awkwardness. After all, aside from the usual superior-subordinate relationship, their interactions at work were minimal—friendship was out of the question. She had just been transferred from the editing department to serve as his assistant, and now this ambiguous situation under everyone’s gaze sparked wild imaginations.

Most significantly, her mother had long been trying to find her a prosperous match, a husband who could ensure a life of ease and comfort. Now, this incident thrust her into the spotlight, inviting gossip and speculation. The rumor mill would surely run wild, imagining her climbing the social ladder by cozying up to the company’s president—oh my god.

Just as Wu Meili tried to speak again, Yuwen Si silenced her before a word could escape.

“Then let’s go,” he said coolly, his tone carrying an unmistakable authority that brooked no refusal. This was typical of him; in Wu Meili’s impression, he was always like this.

* * * * *

Shen Yanlie had been sitting curled up on the sofa at Mai Xijun’s home, clutching the remote and watching television. Mai Xijun paid him little mind. At times, she felt as though they had exhausted all their conversation, much like an old married couple. Over their more than month-long honeymoon, they had shared countless conversations and done so much together—far more than usual.

Yet sometimes, even in silence, their togetherness was beautiful.

Mai Xijun struggled to find words to describe her current emotions, or rather, a lack thereof. The tiny life growing inside her had arrived unexpectedly. Without any contraception, she initially mistook her symptoms for mere physical discomfort.

Still, anxiety nudged her to buy a pregnancy test, which confirmed her suspicions. She remained remarkably calm—so calm that it seemed as if her heart had stopped beating.

“I’ll be on a business trip for the next few days. Do you want to come with me?” Shen Yanlie asked without looking at her, seeking her opinion. He worried that she might find waiting alone in the hotel dull and lonely, though deep down he wished she would stay by his side every moment.

In some hidden corner of his heart, he longed for her to remain within his sight every second.

“I’d rather not go. Your business trip is important. I’ll wait for you at home,” Mai Xijun replied clearly, and the words “I’ll wait for you at home” startled her as soon as they came out. Shen Yanlie seemed to realize it a moment later, casting her a glance before turning back to the television, though his mind had already drifted far away.

“Rest at home for a few days before returning to work. I’ll call you when I get back,” Shen Yanlie said, rising and taking his clothes. He approached Mai Xijun, gently kissed her forehead with a warm smile, lingering admiringly on her face before turning away.

She watched him, his slow, deliberate steps drawing closer like a proud warrior returning with honor. A mark of passion seemed to brand her brow. She closed her eyes slowly, her long lashes fluttering softly. When he tenderly brushed her hair aside, her gaze settled once more on him.

She stared in a daze at his footsteps, then looked at herself clearly…

At the doorway, Shen Yanlie suddenly stopped. Mai Xijun’s heart skipped a beat in response, longing for him to turn back, to hold her once more, and whisper, “Wait for me. I’ll be back soon.”

Yet Mai Xijun had never imagined that when this moment finally arrived—when her hope seemed about to be fulfilled—tears would well up in her eyes. He was like a victorious king, striding steadily toward her. At that moment, the scene before her pierced her very soul with joy, and she was so overwhelmed she nearly cried.

“I don’t want to leave,” Shen Yanlie said, extending his arms to pull Mai Xijun into a tight embrace, as if he would never let go.

He savored the feeling greedily, as though all worries had vanished, leaving only happiness and delight. At that moment, he wanted to possess every second of her, never missing a single frown or smile. He was possessive, selfish, and passionate.

No matter whether the Earth spun on its axis or revolved around the sun, whether tides rose or fell; whether warm currents altered the climate and brought fish to the seas, or the waters swallowed islands whole, erasing them from sight; whether his world was bustling with life or vanished in an instant—he would steadfastly come to her, without confusion, panic, or hesitation.

Sensing this aura, Mai Xijun, uncertain, tried to discern him clearly, inhaling deeply his familiar scent—unchanged, so real.

“But your work is important too,” she murmured, trying to return to reason, lifting her eyelids.

“I want you,” Shen Yanlie said without answering her words. Suddenly, he bent down, one arm cradling her waist, lifting her horizontally.

Caught off guard, Mai Xijun wrapped her hands around his neck. Just as she was about to say “No,” Shen Yanlie lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.

His kisses intoxicated her, lingering until he laid her down on the bed, never straying far from her lips. This woman had never spoken a single seductive word to him. Even in the depths of their passion, she only looked at him tenderly, uttering touching but somewhat innocent phrases.

For instance, just now, when he held her tightly and said he never wanted to leave her side, why didn’t she ask him to stay? This woman was not skilled in lovemaking, lacked flattery, and knew nothing of seduction, yet she bewitched him utterly, captivating him to the point of madness. She neither sought to please nor spoke sweet words, but every gesture showed profound care.

“Lie… I…” Mai Xijun gasped, still catching her breath. Before she finished, Shen Yanlie kissed her again.

His delicate kisses carried a rough possessiveness. Though lacking tenderness, his passion was fierce, determined to melt her completely beneath his lips.

“No, I…” she tried to protest.

“Don’t say anything else except that you want me,” he commanded.

Though Mai Xijun had reservations, she did not realize how enchanting her half-lidded, sultry eyes looked under his kiss. Shen Yanlie refused to let her utter another “no” or any irrelevant questions.

He buried his head against her chest, one large hand roaming over her smooth, tender skin, the other cupping her proud bosom. The thought of days apart, unable to see or touch her, made him want to claim her over and over, to fuse her into his bones, to carry her with him always.

At that moment, Mai Xijun felt only a thin layer of fabric between them. With just a single movement, they could become one.

Shen Yanlie played with the moment, and Mai Xijun found herself more ready than ever before. He pulled a pillow beneath her waist, hands supporting her curved hips. His fiery passion surged forward, plunging deep inside. Mai Xijun frowned slightly, shifting subtly, unconsciously matching his rhythm, wrapping tightly around him.

He no longer held back, his fervor shifting from steady to an indescribable speed, deeply surrendering and responding—her greatest gift to him.

His passion for her was like the rising tide, irresistible.

In a dreamlike haze, Mai Xijun felt herself soaring through clouds of mist, watching the drifting clouds swirl swiftly before her, reaching out to grasp them, yearning for more, spinning and dancing in the fog.

“I love you,” she finally whispered, the words she’d longed to say but never could.

Though Shen Yanlie’s world was one of certainty, where once he decided, nothing swayed him; though he was universally acknowledged as an outstanding and exceptional man, the words from someone he cared for changed everything—imbuing meaning beyond compare.

At the final moment, with a low growl, something warm, hot, even scorching, surged deeply inside her.

That affirmation—he had finally received it.

She had finally grasped that cloud.

He did not withdraw immediately but pressed deeper, saying he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

Mai Xijun’s entire body blazed like shrimp dropped into boiling water, flushed a tender pink, delicate and alluring, making him unwilling to let go.

Her face enchanted him utterly, and that place—so tight—drove him mad with desire, a suffocating pleasure he could neither forget nor abandon.