After securing the endorsement deal, Su Qianqian finally had her own small studio. Though the space wasn't large, it was arranged warmly and meticulously.
She was curled up in her chair at that moment, head bowed as she intently read a script.
She wore a light blue short-sleeved top and a little white skirt, revealing slender, pale arms and a glimpse of her calves, looking clean and soft.
The door was pushed open gently, then closed.
Thinking it was her assistant, Su Qianqian didn't look up. "Little Chen, could you help me—"
Before she could finish, an aura of intense possessiveness enveloped her.
She looked up in surprise, her eyes meeting Gu Chengyu's deep gaze.
He wasn't wearing a suit today. The top two buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing the smooth lines of his collarbone, making him appear both languid and dangerous.
"Chengyu?" Su Qianqian pushed him away flusteredly and stood up. "What are you doing here?"
She had been busy familiarizing herself with the new script and studio affairs these past few days, and had indeed unintentionally neglected him.
His sudden appearance now, coupled with his obvious displeasure, made her feel a bit guilty.
Gu Chengyu looked down at her, his fingers lifting her chin, his thumb brushing over her soft, delicate lips. "Now that your studio is set up, you think your wings have hardened? Not answering calls, not replying to messages?"
His voice was low, carrying both anger and frustration.
"I didn't..." Su Qianqian's eyes darted away as she defended herself in a small voice. "I've just been really busy lately."
"Too busy to reply to my messages?" He leaned in closer.
"It seems I've been too indulgent with you lately."
The dangerous tone in his voice made Su Qianqian's legs go weak. She tried to step back, but he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against his chest.
"Chengyu, don't... this is the studio..." Her small hands pressed against his hard chest, her voice trembling with a plea.
"Perfect."
Gu Chengyu chuckled lowly, his kiss already landing on the side of her neck. "I haven't tried it here yet."
Holding her, he carried her a few steps and placed her on the nearby fabric sofa.
...
Sunlight crept through the gaps in the curtains.
It was unclear how much time had passed before everything gradually quieted down.
Su Qianqian lay limp on the sofa, her skirt disheveled, her skin flushed a delicate pink. The corners of her eyes were red, glistening with tears—a thoroughly ravished, charming sight.
Gu Chengyu propped himself up, leisurely straightening his own clothes. Looking at her utterly spent form, his eyes held the lazy satisfaction of a man fully sated.
He leaned down and kissed her sweaty forehead again. "Will you dare to ignore me now?"
Su Qianqian didn't even have the strength to shake her head. She could only manage a weak glare, her voice pitifully hoarse. "You need to leave. It's been so long. What if someone comes and sees..."
Seeing her post-coital languor and charm, yet still trying to shoo him away, Gu Chengyu felt a stir in his lower abdomen. The desire that had just subsided flared up again.
He pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him, his voice husky with amusement. "Kicking me out? Seems like it wasn't enough for you."
"No... Mmm..."
Her protest was ineffective.
After another bout of unrestrained entanglement, Gu Chengyu finally released the little girl who was crying helplessly, thoroughly satisfied.
He took her small hand, which was resting on the coffee table, lifted her from the carpet back onto the sofa, and sat her up properly.
Then, he gently smoothed the sweat-dampened hair at her temples. Looking at her pitiful state—eyes closed, breathing softly—his tone was domineering. "I'll be waiting in the car downstairs. You have half an hour at most. You must come down."
With that, he turned and walked out of the studio, looking refreshed and pleased.
The door closed softly.
Su Qianqian's body slumped back onto the sofa, completely boneless, without even the strength to move a finger.
Gu Chengyu had only taken a few steps out of Su Qianqian's studio when a door at the other end of the corridor opened, and Lin Shu emerged.
Seeing Gu Chengyu, her eyes instantly lit up. A bright, radiant smile spread across her face as she quickly walked towards him.
She was wearing a figure-hugging halter-neck dress today, her makeup flawless—clearly dressed with great care.
Gu Chengyu's steps faltered.
He still carried the sweet, soft scent of Su Qianqian on him; there was even a faint red mark on the side of his neck.
Running into Lin Shu so suddenly, his first thought was that if she grew suspicious, he might as well just clarify his relationship with Qianqian outright. It would save the little thing from always trying to hide it.
But before he could speak, he heard Lin Shu's presumptuous words.
"Chengyu! What are you doing here? Did you come to see me?"
Gu Chengyu looked at the expectant hope in Lin Shu's eyes, then thought of the little one on the sofa just moments ago—soft and pliant beneath him, reduced to soft whimpers. A faint wave of annoyance passed through him.
He gave a slight, indifferent smile, his tone distant and cool. "Just passing by."
Without another glance at Lin Shu, he walked straight towards the elevator.
Lin Shu's smile froze on her face. Watching his tall, broad, yet utterly detached back, she clenched her fists.
He wasn't here for her? Then why was he on this floor?
Apart from her and that little tramp Su Qianqian, what other woman on this floor could possibly catch his eye?
A terrifying thought flashed through her mind, instantly draining the color from Lin Shu's face.
