The brand side had finally wrapped up the last of the work, so Song Chan’s business trip was over.
Her days in Hangnan had been even busier than usual.
Exhausted from her two-point routine every day, Song Chan had even ordered takeout for meals, staying cooped up in the hotel without stepping out.
She was in a tourist city, but she hadn’t had time to check out the nearby attractions before rushing back.
But when Song Chan thought about how Su Yicen believed she was avoiding him, she was seething with anger.
It was simply ridiculous.
And even if she really was avoiding him, given her personality, she absolutely couldn’t let it show.
With the work in Hangnan finished, Song Chan had no reason to stay any longer.
But while she was heading back, she still wanted to relax a bit.
Climbing mountains at Cloud Sea Immortal Realm was obviously unrealistic, but she could settle for second best and stroll around Folk Custom Street in Hangnan.
When she first arrived for the trip, Song Chan had felt that Hangnan was a tourist city after all, with warmer weather than Hangbei, so she packed several pretty little dresses, planning to check in at some internet-famous spots near the hotel during her downtime.
But over the four days of the trip, aside from the first day being leisurely, the rest of the time had been so packed she couldn’t even rest, let alone take photos or hit the spots.
The little dresses she specially brought hadn’t been worn once, and now it was time to leave.
Song Chan changed into a pure white shirt dress—her favorite one. Its crisp, simple design made her look refreshed and bookish, perfectly balancing the allure in her features and making her seem even more vibrant and obedient.
She booked her return high-speed train ticket for 4:30 p.m., and it was just past noon now.
She arrived at Folk Custom Street in Hangnan. Perhaps because it was a weekday and not yet peak tourist season, there weren’t many people around.
Song Chan bought a cup of milk tea, stored her luggage there, and walked along the street as the early spring floral scent wafted toward her, brushing her hair.
Compared to the high-speed pace of life in Hangbei, she actually preferred the laid-back, leisurely vibe here in Hangnan.
The flat shoes she changed into to match her dress didn’t fit quite right. Song Chan hadn’t walked two steps before her feet started hurting from the rubbing.
She found a bench by the roadside and sat down. Next to it was a fringe flower tree in full bloom, clusters of white flowers piled like snow on the branches.
Sitting by the fringe flower tree, surrounded by the fresh, elegant floral scent, Song Chan couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this free and relaxed.
Her nerves, taut from high-pressure work, finally loosened. She could stop the mental drain, take a breath, and rest properly.
Because the shoes didn’t fit, Song Chan didn’t wander much. She sat on the bench, finished her milk tea, and quietly watched the passersby on the street, listening to the rustle of spring breeze through the new buds.
Until the reminder bell for her return trip rang, she finally stood up.
Song Chan knew she was indeed avoiding him—out of shyness, because of that night’s intimacy.
But now her heart was at peace, and it was time to go back.
Hermitage Splendor Residence
By the time Song Chan got home, the sun had already set on the horizon.
She pressed her finger to the fingerprint lock, and with a crisp beep, the door unlocked.
As soon as she entered, Song Chan sensed that the villa had just been cleaned by housekeeping.
As Su Yicen had said, he was out on a schedule and not home.
But seeing he really wasn’t there made her feel a bit awkward.
Song Chan understood that because she couldn’t get past her own mental hurdle and wanted to temporarily avoid Su Yicen, he had seen through it and chosen to leave proactively, giving her space to be alone.
Su Yicen was very accommodating toward her—Song Chan had known that for a while—but the more he was, the guiltier she felt.
After much deliberation, she decided to talk to Su Yicen.
She pulled up “Next-Door Neighbor” from her contacts in WeChat.
After hesitating for a long time, she mimicked his reporting style and sent a suitable message.
Song Chan: 【I’m back.】
The reply from the other end was polite and proper, maintaining the sense of distance she liked.
Next-Door Neighbor: 【Mm, does Miss Song need something?】
Song Chan: 【Just asking when you’ll be back.】
“Other party is typing” showed for a long time before two words popped up.
Next-Door Neighbor: 【Today.】
Wasn’t he supposed to be on a schedule? How could he return the same day?
After a moment of silence, Song Chan realized she had been tricked again.
Dragging her suitcase toward her bedroom, this was the first time Song Chan had left the villa for several days since moving in after this business trip.
Her gaze fell on the flower stand between her room and Su Yicen’s at the end of the hallway—a bouquet of fresh sunflowers in a crystal vase placed there.
The golden-yellow petals clustered around the black centers, vibrant, warm, and strikingly bright, facing Song Chan’s direction as if waiting for her return.
Song Chan blanked for a moment and looked up. For some reason, Su Yicen seemed to really like sunflowers.
Because she was in charge of ZE Fashion’s first-quarter floral theme issue, Song Chan had some knowledge of flowers. Sunflowers were hard to keep alive, especially after being cut— they usually wilted in days.
But in the half-year they had lived together, Song Chan remembered that Su Yicen seemed to love them. He would always buy some to place here, which didn’t quite match his aloof image.
She took a deep look but didn’t dwell on it and returned to her bedroom.
To promote the 20th Anniversary Issue, Song Chan still had to squeeze in time to manage her work Weibo account.
But with all the busyness lately, she hadn’t paid attention to recent hot searches or trends for days.
Her posts were all about promoting ZE Fashion, which had fans of #Chanyi Mianmian# flooding her comments begging for sugar.
But Song Chan’s stance was very clear—not only did she not post anything related to Su Yicen, he wasn’t even in her following list.
After reposting the promotional video just released by ZE Fashion’s official account, exhaustion hit her. Song Chan lay down on the bed without changing clothes, planning to take a short nap.
The sky had turned completely dark, and birds chirping playfully flew past the window.
When Su Yicen received Song Chan’s message, he canceled his schedule and rushed back from out of town. Not seeing anyone when he entered, his deep eyes narrowed, and he turned toward Song Chan’s room.
Her door was ajar, warm yellow light spilling through the crack. Su Yicen pushed it open and went in.
The motion-sensor night light on the bedside table cast a dim yellow glow on Song Chan’s face, tinting it red.
Song Chan was asleep, her long lashes trembling slightly. The pure white dress made her look delicate and endearing, completely different from her usual style.
Her smooth, fine skin glowed pink and translucent under the night light, like an aphrodisiac. Su Yicen’s gaze darkened as he recalled that post about “premature ejaculation.”
It was hard to say she wasn’t hinting at something, and he needed to prove himself.
Su Yicen leaned down, his fingers curling lightly to lift her chin.
Her cheek was touched, sensing the invasive presence. Song Chan instinctively tried to dodge, but her chin was held by a large hand.
Before her eyes opened, she smelled that familiar scent—Su Yicen’s cologne.
Warm breath scattered across her nose and lips, stealing her breath.
Song Chan opened her eyes, her lively gaze trembling, her breathing thrown off rhythm.
“Awake?”
Su Yicen asked knowingly, his black pupils seeming to see right through her. One hand propped by her side, the other lightly lifting her chin.
Without giving Song Chan any chance to react, he leaned down and bit her lip.
The sudden sting jolted her awake. She widened her eyes and struggled to push Su Yicen’s body away, but her fragmented words were shattered and swallowed in the sucking and biting, emerging only as muffled whimpers.
Su Yicen gripped her neck and roughly pried open her teeth. His soft tongue invaded, wantonly devouring everything.
Only when Song Chan could barely breathe did he finally release her, his black eyes filled with desire.
“This time too, you provoked me first.”
Song Chan, kissed awake, locked eyes with Su Yicen.
Her lips, swollen from the sucking and biting, trembled lightly. Her sleepy eyes were hazy, her features naturally alluring as she looked at the man now so close.
Her sluggish brain took a moment to process what had just happened.
Song Chan’s breath hitched. She bit her lip, the sting mixed with a bloody taste stimulating her freshly awakened mind.
Su Yicen’s actions and words replayed before her eyes.
“This time too, you provoked me first.”
And now Su Yicen loomed over her, his scorching gaze fixed on her.
Realizing the dangerous glint in his eyes too late, Song Chan had nowhere to escape.
Su Yicen’s hand braced on the bed as his other toyed with her long hair, coiling it around his finger ring by ring, gentle and restrained as if waiting for something.
Song Chan spoke in a panic: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
With that, she raised her hand to push away his body pressing down on her, trying to create distance. But in their current position, she couldn’t muster any strength.
Song Chan could only turn her head aside. Her erratic breathing and rapid heartbeat soon flushed her face pink.
Seeing her blush again, Su Yicen’s brow twitched, his gaze deepening.
He leaned to her ear and whispered: “No need for three little tricks. You’re more than enough.”
The taut string in her mind snapped. Song Chan knew exactly what he meant.
She just never expected Su Yicen to still remember her slip-up from a couple days ago.
The shameful post title came back to her.
【How to Treat Male Premature Ejaculation: Three Little Tricks to Ease It】
“Don’t… I… you…”
Song Chan shoved at his chest, her words stumbling out incoherently in her panic, not even knowing what she was saying.
The hard, cold lines of Su Yicen’s face softened a bit. A faint smile curved at the corner of his lips as he endured her playful pushes like tickling and continued to tease her.
“Does Miss Song know what men hate the most…”
“Hearing someone say he’s no good?”
Song Chan blurted it out without thinking, her head clouded by tension.
“I never said you’re no good.”
“Oh.” Upon hearing that, Su Yicen’s brows and eyes flickered with interest as he continued to probe.
“So, does that mean Miss Song thinks…”
He paused for a breath, his dark eyes lowering to meet hers. He deliberately emphasized his tone and slowly drew out the last two words.
“…that I am good.”
She knew this question was a trap. No matter how Song Chan answered, she’d fall right into the one he’d prepared for her.
Seeing that she ignored him, Su Yicen patiently kept asking. The warmth of his breath scattered over her body, the flirtatious intent obvious.
“So… is Miss Song hinting at something to me?”
Song Chan lost her patience. Her delicate little face turned cold, her gaze sharpening.
“Su Yicen, we’re both adults. Stop messing around.”
“Mm.” Su Yicen nodded, his deep eyes filled with lust.
“You’re right, Miss Song. Then let’s do some adult things.”
As he spoke, he drew closer to her body. Another lingering, dominant kiss trapped her, leaving her no room to dodge.
Song Chan pressed her arms against his chest to push him away, but he pinned her so hard she could barely breathe. She could only passively endure Su Yicen’s somewhat rough kiss.
This was different from last time when Song Chan was drunk. Both of them were sober now and fully aware of what was happening.
An inexplicable surge of resentment made Song Chan bite down hard on Su Yicen’s lip, retaliating against his current domineering behavior.
Su Yicen grunted in pain but didn’t pull back. Instead, he leaned down to meet her counterattack. Only when her body gradually relaxed did he shift to a slow, delicate, and gentle response.
Song Chan had to admit that Su Yicen’s kissing skills were excellent—good enough to gradually draw her in.
Deep down, she knew she didn’t actually dislike Su Yicen. It was just that night’s initiative that had become a hurdle she couldn’t easily overcome.
Her earlier temper faded, replaced by half-hearted resistance. She asked him, “Does Su Yicen know what you’re doing right now?”
Su Yicen countered without answering, “Wasn’t it Miss Song who called me back?”
Caught by her own words again, Song Chan had no way to explain why she’d impulsively sent him that message back then.
Su Yicen’s palm gripped her waist—not too light, not too heavy.
Rip—
The sound of fabric tearing broke the night’s silence.
Song Chan felt a chill wash over her. Her favorite little skirt had been torn open with a big rip by Su Yicen.
Looking down at the damaged skirt hem, Song Chan pouted and pounded on Su Yicen’s chest. Her complaint came out soft and coquettish.
“Su Yicen, you ruined my favorite little skirt!”
Su Yicen’s voice was low and husky with emotion, full of tenderness. “I’ll buy you more, even better ones.”
The dim yellow nightlight illuminated Su Yicen’s face, outlining the sharp angles of his features.
Faced with such a soul-stirring handsome face, anyone would get dazed. Song Chan was no exception.
Su Yicen cradled her neck. As his hand reached behind her to fumble, Song Chan met his soft yet determined dark eyes. A looseness came from behind as she felt her bra unhook.
In the end, Song Chan didn’t run and half-consented. With his help, the pure white skirt slipped off. Her smooth, flawless skin was fully exposed. When he looked at Song Chan, he didn’t hide the raw desire in his heart.
Su Yicen undid his shirt buttons with one hand, his movements clean and swift. His exquisitely sculpted muscles resembled a priceless work of art.
He scooped up her soft, naked body beneath him and pulled her closer to himself.
In the dream, he softly called her “Chanchan” and “wife,” making her respond.
For a moment, Song Chan even mistook them for a real married couple.
There was no clear “like” between them—just the bond of a marriage certificate. This taboo emotion only truly surfaced when they had real relations. Song Chan realized she not only didn’t resist it but was even starting to succumb.