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{Chapter: 350 Eat Qiu Wanxi!}
The atmosphere in Yan Ruyue's office was serene and refined, reflecting her character as a graceful yet formidable woman in the corporate world.
Not only was the space large and filled with natural light, but the panoramic view from the windows painted a picturesque scene of the city's skyline—an elegant contrast between towering steel and the soft movement of clouds. Even with the curtains drawn, the room did not feel stifling or dim. Instead, it exuded a warm and calming ambiance that made people feel at ease.
The curtains were currently closed, as usual, veiling the outside world. Inside, Lin Yuan stood by the side, idly rolling one of her big breasts between his fingers. The rare jade glowed faintly in the soft light, as if absorbing the energy of the moment.
Moments ago, Lin Yuan and Yan Ruyue had shared a brief yet intimate 'workout' in the corners of her office—light-hearted and mischievous games, designed to promote circulation and, as Lin Yuan half-joked, "enhance lung capacity and improve sensitivity."
Their lips had met, soft at first, then deeper, needier—growing into something neither could dismiss as mere flirtation.
Her body responded to his touch with surprising tenderness. Her so-called "mountain jade"—the full, delicate weight of her breasts—had pressed against his chest as he held her close, her heartbeat fluttering wildly beneath his fingertips. Every curve of her body felt like it had been carved from living heat and silk.
Though Yan Ruyue had always worn a mask of cool detachment, in his arms, she had melted. Her breath hitched, her cheeks flushed, and her normally steady voice trembled beneath whispered gasps.
He insisted such exercises were essential, especially considering the sedentary lifestyle common to executives. After all, prolonged hours at a desk could lead to physical fatigue and declining productivity.
However, Yan Ruyue's endurance wasn't exceptional. Her stamina was only average, and it didn't take long before a light flush rose to her cheeks and her breathing quickened.
Sensing this, Lin Yuan allowed her to rest, gently guiding her back to her chair.
"I'll head out now," Lin Yuan said, flashing a calm and reassuring smile. "Work is important, but so is taking care of your health."
"Mm… You too, take care of yourself," Yan Ruyue replied softly, feeling her heart thump slightly faster—not from physical exertion this time, but from the warmth of Lin Yuan's concern. A gentle joy unfurled within her chest.
Taking a quiet breath, Yan Ruyue got up. With delicate hands, she walked over and began to tidy Lin Yuan's slightly disheveled collar and straighten the wrinkles in his shirt, the product of their earlier "exercise."
Her movements were tender and filled with silent emotion. At that moment, her actions were strikingly reminiscent of a loving wife seeing her husband off for work. It was a domestic scene set in a professional space—one that felt simultaneously strange and perfectly natural.
Despite her usual icy demeanor as the powerful CEO, there was a softness in her now. A rare vulnerability that only Lin Yuan could draw out.
Her cheeks reddened like ripe apples as she stood close to him, her eyes lowered, trying to hide the growing shyness in her gaze. She wasn't used to initiating this kind of closeness—especially not with a man.
And yet, before Lin Yuan could even respond, Yan Ruyue stunned him again.
After helping him neaten his clothes, she suddenly leaned forward emboldened by something new and unfamiliar in her chest, she tilted her face up and pressed her lips to his—this time slow and deliberate. A true love kiss. Her fingers curled lightly into his shirt as their mouths met again, lips parting slightly in the silence of the office, the world beyond the curtains forgotten.
When they parted, she stepped back, her face flushed, the faintest sheen of warmth in her eyes.
Her touch was fleeting but sincere, and then she pulled back just as swiftly, her eyes wide with embarrassment and her hands fidgeting by her sides as if afraid he might retaliate with another "attack."
"By the way… thank you… for everything today," she said, her voice as soft as cotton, her face flushed with color. Her gratitude carried more than just thanks—it was laced with admiration, dependence, and a hidden longing she had yet to fully understand herself.
Although it was she who made the first move, Yan Ruyue still couldn't control her bashfulness. Her mind was flooded with thoughts of Lin Yuan. It was confusing. After all, she had long despised men due to her past. But Lin Yuan was different.
Lin Yuan smiled softly, brushing a thumb along her cheek. "No need for thanks," he said. "But… I wouldn't mind more of that kind of appreciation. I'll just look forward to some additional compensation in the future," he teased playfully.
As he said this, his eyes naturally drifted down and paused at her long, elegant legs—wrapped in sleek black stockings that highlighted her flawless figure.
Then his eyes briefly dipped upward, lingering on the way her blouse clung to the soft swell of her chest, still subtly rising and falling with her breath.
Yan Ruyue's blush deepened at his gaze. She quickly turned away and huffed, half-shyly and half-flustered. Yan Ruyue flushed deeper, biting her lip before quickly turning away. "You should go," she murmured, voice trembling slightly.
Lin Yuan chuckled low and warm. "As you wish."
He stepped out, but the taste of her kiss still lingered on his lips—and in her office, the air remained thick with the memory of everything they'd just shared.
Once Lin Yuan stepped out of the office, Yan Ruyue didn't return to her tasks immediately. Instead, she stood there in silence for a while, her fingertips slowly pressing against her lips as she replayed the entire encounter in her mind.
Every moment with Lin Yuan today felt vivid and alive.
Whether it was their serious conversation about work or the more intimate interludes, it all left her feeling inexplicably comfortable—like she had finally found someone who could breach the icy shell surrounding her heart.
Even his arms—so warm and secure—had a calming effect on her. And his hands, though sometimes mischievous, brought her a strange sense of peace when they held her.
But as she glanced at her desk and saw the breasts—something she had cherished for years—Yan Ruyue sighed.
She picked it up carefully, only to notice faint red finger marks on them. The same marks that could only belong to Lin Yuan.
Her heart swelled with mixed emotions.
It was clear her efforts today had some effect on Lin Yuan. He was interested—there was no doubt. But somehow, it wasn't as effective as she had hoped. No matter what happened between them, it always felt like Lin Yuan was the one truly in control.
Although she tried to take the initiative today, she still found herself reacting to him rather than leading. Every time she got closer to Lin Yuan, he effortlessly guided the pace and tone of their relationship.
She wanted to be stronger.
She wanted to be someone who could stand beside him as an equal.
Still, even though she hadn't reached that point, Yan Ruyue could no longer deny the truth brewing in her heart.
She had fallen for him.
Completely.
Utterly.
And now… she didn't quite know what to do about it.
Her feelings tangled like silk threads—conflicting, confusing, and yet undeniably real.
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Lin Yuan had no idea that, at this very moment, Yan Ruyue was lying on her desk, resting her cheek against her folded arms, lost in deep thought. She was trying to figure out the exact nature of her relationship with him—something that had grown more complicated and emotional than she ever anticipated.
Meanwhile, Lin Yuan, though unaware of her internal struggle, clearly understood the meaning behind Yan Ruyue's recent behavior. Her gestures, her initiative, her hesitance, and her vulnerability all painted a picture of a woman whose icy heart was beginning to melt and was melting fast.
This famously cold and aloof female CEO now harbored a strong and visible affection for him—so much so that he had almost reached what one could jokingly refer to as the "home base." But Lin Yuan also knew that her heart, guarded for so long, still needed more time to fully open.
Unlike most men, who tend to focus on the result, women often care deeply about the process—the steps taken, the moments shared, the journey itself. Lin Yuan understood this. He wasn't in a rush. He had patience. He could let Yan Ruyue slowly come to terms with her feelings or simply wait for the right opportunity to naturally arise. Either way, time was on his side.
Deciding to shift focus, Lin Yuan reached for his phone with the intention of calling Long Wu. However, just as he unlocked the screen, a notification popped up.
It was a video message—from Qiu Wanxi.
This immediately piqued Lin Yuan's curiosity. Qiu Wanxi was a sweet, gentle, and somewhat shy girl. It was extremely rare for her to send videos, especially without prior notice. Intrigued, he opened the video right away.
As the footage played, Lin Yuan quickly understood the situation.
It wasn't a video personally recorded by Qiu Wanxi. Instead, it was shot using her phone by someone else, likely during a casual visit. Aside from Qiu Wanxi, several familiar faces appeared in the video—Jiang Rou, Xiao Lian, Xiao He, and Chen Yu.
Xiao Lian, from the way she occasionally came into the frame and how the camera moved, was probably the one holding the phone and recording the entire thing.
In the video, the girls were cheerful and playful, each sending him a teasing message.
"Young Master! Come and see the store manager!"
"Hello, Young Master. Come over and play with me tonight. I'll be waiting for you~."
"Hi, Young Master! I've recovered well. I look forward to seeing you later..."
Their flirtatious and teasing voices filled the room with laughter and warmth. Lin Yuan smiled as he watched, instantly understanding the context.
Judging by what he saw, it seemed that after Qiu Wanxi was discharged from the hospital, Xiao Lian, Xiao He, and Chen Yu had come over to visit her and cheer her up. They must have gotten a little playful and decided to surprise him with this video message.
Just as the video ended, another message popped up from Qiu Wanxi.
Qiu Wanxi: "The video was sent by Xiao Lian using my phone…"
Lin Yuan replied with a smile: "I can see you've recovered really well. That puts me at ease."
Moments later, Qiu Wanxi sent another message.
Qiu Wanxi: "Thank you. I really… like you, Young Master!"
Her tone was shy, hesitant, and filled with affection. Lin Yuan paused for a moment, then chuckled softly. He had a strong suspicion about what was going on.
It wasn't just a random message of affection.
It was very likely that while Xiao Lian and Xiao He were goofing around with Qiu Wanxi's phone, they came across her private chat history with him. They might have seen his cheeky messages about "eating her tonight," which Qiu Wanxi had bashfully agreed to. And now, she was embarrassed because they knew.
No wonder the girls were teasing her about it.
Lin Yuan could practically imagine Xiao Lian and Xiao He giggling behind her, whispering naughty things and watching Qiu Wanxi blush like a tomato.
He shook his head, amused. Those two needed a little "discipline" tonight.
He was determined to give them a small lesson—not out of anger, but to remind them to be more respectful and to keep their playful behavior in check. After all, some things were meant to be private.
Qiu Wanxi messaged again: "We're going to cook together tonight. The Young Master will join us later to eat."
Lin Yuan replied with a grin: "I'll be there soon. But it's not just me who's eating—Wanxi is on the menu too."
In response, Qiu Wanxi sent back a series of shy emoticons— (#shy)(#shy)(#shy)(#shy)— making Lin Yuan laugh once more.
Satisfied, he closed WeChat temporarily and dialed Long Wu's number.
Although things had been going well recently, the events that unfolded at Yan Ruyue's company earlier today confirmed one thing—the Ye family and the Chen family had begun to move.
Their schemes were already in motion, and their ambition was clear.
Originally, Lin Yuan had planned to launch his counterattack only when everything was absolutely secure. After all, he had already set up numerous traps—strategic "holes" that would eventually bury Ye Feng and the Chen family once and for all.
But life was unpredictable. The butterfly effect of one small change could trigger a cascade of unexpected developments. And now, Lin Yuan realized that waiting might no longer be a luxury he could afford.
The board was already set.
The pieces had been placed.
Now was the time to make the first decisive move.
As soon as Long Wu picked up, Lin Yuan's voice was calm but firm.
"We're moving forward," he said. "It's time to implement the plan against Lin Xiang and his son, Lin Tian."