Rolls-Royce, back seat.
Su Qianqian opened the car door and immediately saw the man in the back seat, radiating an imposing aura.
Gu Chengyu reached out his hand to her, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Come here.”
Just as Su Qianqian settled in, the door silently closed behind her.
Before she could say a word, a warm, calloused hand covered the small hand resting on her lap, pulling her gently into his embrace.
“Tired?” Gu Chengyu’s low voice sounded above her, laced with concern.
With a long reach, he effortlessly lifted her from the seat and settled her sideways on his strong thigh.
The atmosphere inside the car grew intimate as the divider rose.
Su Qianqian let out a soft “Mmm” and leaned her delicate face against his broad chest. The tension she’d held all day finally eased, and her body softened in response.
Gu Chengyu looked down at the person in his arms—so dependent, with just a hint of vulnerability—and felt as if a feather had lightly brushed across his heart.
His slender fingers lifted her petite chin, compelling her to meet his gaze.
The heavy black-rimmed glasses rested on her delicate nose, hiding the clear, sparkling almond-shaped eyes he adored most.
“Obstructive.” He whispered, deftly hooking his fingers to remove the glasses and casually tossing them onto the nearby leather seat.
In an instant, her unguarded face was fully revealed before him.
Her features were soft and exquisite, her skin as flawless and delicate as the finest porcelain.
The natural upward curve at the corners of her eyes now drooped slightly from exhaustion, giving her a tender, pitiable charm.
Gu Chengyu’s Adam’s apple moved silently.
He loved her like this—so pure and unreserved, showing him nothing but trust and affection.
Unable to hold back any longer, he bent down and captured her tender lips with his own.
“Mmm…” Su Qianqian hummed softly, closing her eyes.
This kiss was different from the hurried, tentative ones in the lounge; it was gentle and full of tenderness.
His lips first traced the shape of her soft mouth, then parted her cherry lips with care, savoring the sweetness she held, both gentle and commanding.
Su Qianqian melted under his kiss, her small hands clutching his neck, passively accepting this intimacy.
Every breath was filled with his dominant presence, making her dizzy.
When the kiss ended, their breathing was uneven.
Gu Chengyu rested his forehead against her small head, his eyes filled with satisfaction.
He gazed at her flushed lips and the misty, tear-bright almond eyes. Before she could steady her breath, his thin lips trailed down her smooth cheek, pressing a gentle kiss on her earlobe, feeling her body soften against him.
“Mm…” Su Qianqian shivered slightly, letting out a soft, weak whimper.
“So sweet.” Gu Chengyu whispered by her ear.
His kisses continued downward, lingering along her slender, graceful swan-like neck.
His teeth occasionally grazed the tender, pale flesh, sending ticklish sparks that made her restless, squirming in his arms.
“Master Gu, it’s ticklish.” Su Qianqian’s voice was soft and sweet, her small hands pushing gently against his shoulders, though without much strength—more like a hesitant invitation than a real refusal.
Gu Chengyu lifted his head, gazing down at the girl in his arms. Her eyes blinked up at him, shining with a tempting glow, her cheeks flushed with a delicate blush. The faint, suggestive red marks he had just left on her neck deepened the dark intensity in his eyes.
He tightened his arms around her slender waist, pulling the soft curves of her body even closer against his.
“Did Lin Shu give you a hard time on set today?”
Su Qianqian’s body stiffened for a moment before relaxing again. She buried her face in the hollow of his neck, voice muffled, “...No.”
“Little liar. You only dare to be defiant with me, but you don’t even know how to tattle.”
Gu Chengyu pinched the soft flesh at her waist with certainty. “Do you think I’m blind? Or deaf?”
He recalled the afternoon on set, catching a glimpse of Lin Shu gesturing sharply at her with a cruel expression. The coldness in his eyes deepened.
He had wanted to tell her she didn’t have to endure so much hardship, but when it came to work, the girl was stubborn to an extreme degree—for reasons he still didn’t quite understand.
He bent his head, pressing a kiss to the top of her soft hair. “Don’t worry. Anyone who dares to make things difficult for my girl will learn what it means to pay the price.”
“This afternoon was just a warm-up. Yesterday she made you stand in the sun. From now on, let her bask in the sun every single day.”
He was referring to Lin Shu, who had been repeatedly called to stop filming under the blazing sun.
Su Qianqian leaned into his embrace, feeling his heartbeat and the shelter he provided. The little sting of grievance born from being mistreated slowly faded away.
She knew he meant what he said.
“Mm.” She nuzzled his neck like a contented cat being stroked, letting out a satisfied little hum.
Gu Chengyu was delighted by her unconscious display of dependence, letting out a low chuckle.
He adjusted his posture, making her more comfortable. His large hand possessively circled her slender waist, his chin resting on the crown of her head.
“Shall we go home?” he asked softly.
“Mm.” Su Qianqian responded softly, her small hand unconsciously clutching the fabric of his shirt at his chest.
The car started smoothly, merging into the evening traffic.
In the private space of the backseat, only their intertwined breaths and the silent flow of warmth remained.
Gu Chengyu looked at the quiet, obedient profile of the girl in his arms, his fingertips twining around a strand of her slightly curled hair. The adoration in his eyes was so deep it seemed ready to overflow.
