The President is Being Shameless Again

The corner of Lin Chu’s lips slightly twitched, thinking that this tiny fellow was pretty smart and knows who was annoying.

An apologetic smile still hung on her face. “Sorry, the little fellow isn’t normally like this; it’s really friendly with people. I don’t know why it treats you ⸺”

“It’s alright,” Lu Weining said while looking somewhat unhappy; she got the hint of the implied thorn in her words.

Hiding in the kitchen, Aunt Zhuang was hesitant in whether she should call Yan Beicheng or not. He returned home at last.

As she heard the sound of the door opening, Lin Chu got up and headed towards the doorway. Yan Beicheng entered; his body somewhat carried a faint smell of alcohol.

Wearing an all-black outfit, the cold air from outside clung to his overcoat. Long legs strode inside with a steady and sober pace, unlike the people after the business dinner that Lin Chu encountered who would be coming back intoxicated and showing all their ugly sides. Even Lin Zhenghe was as such.

Yan Beicheng went out to attend business dinners frequently while Lin Chu lived together with him. Every time he returned, however, would always be stable as usual. He was never seen forgetting his manners and would not make things difficult for her.

When he saw Lin Chu was welcoming him, Yan Beicheng bowed his head and his gaze that became as gentle as water fell on Lin Chu’s face, observing how she bustled before his eyes. She first took his slippers, bent her back and placed them in front of him; she proceeded to take off his overcoat.

Her familiar movements and natural vibes resembled how a wife busied herself for him.

Yan Beicheng’s gaze became softer; the corner of his lips could not help but to curl upwards; his black eyes stared at Lin Chu’s face in an instant to the point that her face became red. He raised his head and rolled his eyes.

“How much have you drank?” Lin Chu took his coat and handed over the slippers.

“Not a lot.” Yan Beicheng smirked, removing his shoes and put on the slippers. “I let Zuo Qiu drink most of it. I remember that you told me to drink less.”

Lin Chu tiptoed near his chin and smelled it. He felt ticklish from the breathing that sprinkled on his chin.

As Yan Beicheng’s heart became hotter, he took her into his arms at once, held her up, pressed her against the wall and kissed her lips, rolling inside her mouth for a while and embedding her into his embrace with all his strength.

Tangling like this for a moment was not fully done yet. Two lips attaching to her lip tightly with some tipsiness; his throat overflowing with soft smiles as if he was directly feeding jade beads from his throat into her mouth.

The vague smell of alcohol was not unpleasant at all but it caused Lin Chu to blush a lot.

She was originally unhappy because of Lu Weining; she could not bother about her at this moment.

“The smell of alcohol isn’t heavy, right?” Yan Beicheng asked in a soft tone.

“Let go of me, a guest has come over.” Lin Chu’s face was flushed scarlet; she grabbed onto his shoulder and firmly pinched it, seizing the opportunity to vent when her annoyance had returned the moment she thought about Lu Weining. What she uttered, however, came out gently, “We’ll be seen as a joke.”

It was so painful that Yan Beicheng became stiff for a moment. He did not dare to cry out in pain, instead, he endured it and put her down. Only then did he turn his head. Gazing at Lu Weining who looked awkward sitting in the living room, his eyebrow raised, looking like he did not know she was.

When Lu Weining saw Yan Beicheng entering just now, she was about to stand up and greet him as well but she realized that Yan Beicheng was not aware of her existence from the very beginning until she spoke.

His focus was all on Lin Chu ever since he got in, looking at her with intense concentration.

With the opportunity of the elders’ family meetup held at Ning City last time, she was brought to attend as well. When she met Yan Beicheng, he never paid attention to her at that time either.

She tried to take the initiative to talk to Yan Beicheng yet he always responded with a frigid short grunt. It was absolutely impossible to continue talking.

He looked indifferent at that moment; she thought that he just looked cold and detached that matched with his noble disposition. It was always difficult to forget him, especially placed in people’s hearts.