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Chen Yang said this with complete confidence.
Le Ya was rendered speechless for a moment, wanting to curse at him, but all that came out was the word, “Pervert.”
Saying that might’ve been worse than saying nothing at all.
Seeing how flustered she was, Chen Yang set down the document, let out a low chuckle, and promised, “I’ll be more careful next time.”
Le Ya’s eyes widened. “You’re planning on a next time?”
It was like someone getting caught doing something wrong and saying, “I won’t do it again,” only to go and do it anyway.
Chen Yang rubbed his chin with a finger. “That’s something to worry about next time.”
In the future, she would be his wife—by then, everything could be negotiated again, in a different setting, not like now.
Le Ya was both amused and exasperated by his twisted logic, but she couldn’t figure out how to argue back—and even if she did, it probably wouldn’t make a difference.
She knew Chen Yang wasn’t someone who played fair.
After thinking for a while, Le Ya finally brought up something. “And about the fiancée thing—I never agreed to it.”
She’d completely forgotten to confront him about the press conference. Declaring her as his fiancée like that—she hadn’t even agreed!
Chen Yang looked down at her and held her gaze for a long while before finally saying, “Even if you don’t agree, it doesn’t matter. You’re mine for the rest of your life. Don’t even think about anyone else.”
Le Ya gritted her teeth. “My dad hasn’t even agreed.”
Chen Yang pinched her nose gently—it was soft—and said, “Want to go to your house right now and see if your dad will?”
Le Ya huffed in response.
Chen Yang stood up from his seat, then crouched in front of her to look her in the eyes. Word by word, he said, “Le Ya, I’ve waited for you all these years. If you dare leave me—you’ll regret it.”
It sounded like a declaration from a demon.
Le Ya’s eyelashes trembled.
At this moment, Chen Yang was frightening. Every word of his seemed like it wanted to brand itself into her bones, a declaration that she could only belong to him.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Chen Yang tapped her hand resting on her knee. “Hmm?”
Le Ya mumbled, “Don’t threaten me.”
Chen Yang chuckled. “It’s not a threat.”
He kissed her—lightly at first, then deeper and deeper, getting lost in it, as if he wanted to merge her into his very soul.
Several minutes passed before he finally let go. Le Ya could barely catch her breath. Her expression was hazy, her brows soft, her eyes full of charm—anyone who saw her would be instantly consumed by desire.
Chen Yang’s gaze darkened.
Le Ya asked, “Can you at least ask for my permission next time?”
He always kissed her without warning, before she could even react.
Just as she finished speaking, her stomach growled.
She was a bit embarrassed. Especially since they’d just been arguing about what happened—her face turned red, and she grabbed her bag to leave.
Chen Yang asked, “Where are you going?”
Le Ya said, “Back to eat.”
Chen Yang stopped her, eyeing her slightly tousled hair—a clear sign she’d just been kissed a lot. He couldn’t let her walk out like that in public.
That was definitely not okay.
He said, “Wait.”
Le Ya thought he meant “wait a moment,” but it ended up being over ten minutes. Chen Yang had his secretary bring over some snacks.
Le Ya ate them, still confused.
Chen Yang clearly wasn’t working. He had time to feed her snacks but wouldn’t eat lunch—she couldn’t figure out what was going on.
Chen Yang thought she was still mad about earlier. When her expression finally softened, he asked, “What do you want to eat?”
Le Ya replied, “Doesn’t your company have food?”
Chen Yang glanced at her. “You want to eat in the cafeteria?”
Le Ya nodded. “That’ll do.”
It was nearly 2 p.m., so the cafeteria wasn’t crowded.
MOON’s meals were better than Le Group’s, mainly because it was filled with young people. If meals weren’t balanced, they wouldn’t be able to handle the workload.
Even in the afternoon, the air smelled of food.
Chen Yang led Le Ya to the back, where the chef was prepping afternoon tea and desserts. When they saw the couple, they greeted them with smiles.
“You want this?”
“How about this one?”
Chen Yang didn’t let Le Ya carry the tray. He picked up two himself, asking her what she wanted as he added food.
Le Ya had been hungry earlier, but now her appetite was gone. She just nodded and agreed to everything without thinking.
By the time they sat down, she regretted it.
Stubborn as ever, Le Ya looked at the tray and couldn’t bring herself to eat—she had picked dishes she usually didn’t like.
She hadn’t paid attention earlier and just said yes without looking. Now she had to suffer through eating it.
Especially since Chen Yang’s tray had all her favorites.
Le Ya silently swallowed her saliva, on the verge of tears, blaming herself for zoning out.
She poked at the food with her chopsticks for a long time, finally picking the only thing she could tolerate in the corner. That helped a bit.
Chen Yang watched her with a deep gaze.
Even after a while, she had only eaten a few bites—barely enough to fill a palm. Even a small appetite would’ve handled more.
Chen Yang asked, “Don’t want to eat?”
“I’m eating,” Le Ya insisted and took another bite, chewing extremely slowly. The taste was okay—it just wasn’t something she particularly liked.
Chen Yang pressed his lips together and suddenly took the chopsticks from her.
Le Ya didn’t even react before her tray was pushed aside. She stared at him, clearly confused.
She asked, “What are you doing?”
Chen Yang had had enough. He pulled out a tissue, opened it in his palm, and brought it to her lips. “Spit it out.”
He stood up, positioned himself beside her, one hand on her back, the other still holding the tissue near her mouth. His voice was low: “Spit it out.”
Le Ya could tell he was angry and didn’t dare speak.
Chen Yang bent down and whispered softly in her ear, “Be good. Spit it out.”
His voice was warm and gentle, like he was whispering love words in her ear. Le Ya finally spit it out into the tissue. He tossed it straight into the trash can.
Then he took her hand. “Let’s go out to eat.”
Le Ya glanced at the food on the table. “Isn’t that a waste? I can eat it.”
“Eat what?” Chen Yang replied. “We’ll feed it to the stray cats and dogs outside.”
There were quite a few stray animals near the company. Chen Yang often saw some female employees secretly feeding them. Over time, it just became a tacit thing.
Hearing this, Le Ya finally felt at ease. Her hand was tightly held in his palm; she could even feel the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Chen Yang took her to a restaurant she used to frequent. When all the dishes were served, she realized everything on the table was her favorite.
Only then did she realize that he knew exactly what she liked. Earlier, he had just been deliberately watching her choose the wrong ones.
Chen Yang said, “You really forced yourself to eat.”
Le Ya pressed her lips together and replied, “I didn’t.”
Chen Yang looked up at her. “Don’t think I didn’t notice. If you don’t like something, there’s no need to force yourself.”
Le Ya cupped her tea cup. “I just didn’t look carefully.”
And now she was paying the price for that carelessness. She had been prepared to slowly eat it all.
Chen Yang licked his back teeth, both amused and helpless. “Fine.”
He had gotten too carried away earlier.
But now, whenever he saw her, he just wanted to kiss her.
After finally eating a proper meal, Le Ya was truly hungry and ended up eating about a third more than usual. She even felt her belly bulge slightly when she touched it.
Once she was full, her mood improved as well.
Chen Yang found her relatively easy to please.
When she got angry, she’d forget it soon after—never one to hold grudges. This little incident, in fact, was nothing.
She had been waiting in the office for over ten minutes, hungry and angry.
Watching her stubbornly eat food she didn’t like, Chen Yang couldn’t take it—he had almost flipped the table.
It took everything in him to control his frustration.
Le Ya herself felt a bit embarrassed too, and she didn’t know how to explain her little thoughts to him. So she simply chose to talk less.
After the meal, Chen Yang took her back to his office again.
Just before they reached the company, she whispered, “Give me your jacket.”
Chen Yang: “...What for?”
Le Ya’s ears turned red. “It’s your fault!”
It took Chen Yang a moment to realize what she meant. His eyes narrowed slightly as he took off his jacket and handed it to her, watching her awkwardly put it on to cover herself.
He silently curved his lips in a smile.
Her hands peeked out of the oversized sleeves, clutching the collar, the cuffs slipping down her fair wrists. It was strangely alluring.
The moment they entered the office, he couldn’t hold back.
Just as Le Ya took off the jacket, he pulled her into his arms. She pleaded, “Don’t do this, Chen Yang.”
Chen Yang said, “I want to kiss you. Is that okay?”
At least this time he remembered to ask for permission.
His fingers gently pinched her chin—not forcefully, but with a kind of pressure that made it feel like he could crush her at any moment.
Le Ya couldn’t help but push his hand away.
Before she could speak, Chen Yang had already kissed her, pressing her onto the couch. His heated breath fell over her as she was tightly wrapped in his arms.
He lifted her chin and kissed her intensely, leaving her no time to react, no space to speak—only broken gasps.
His fingers let go of her chin and moved along her waist.
Luckily, she was wearing a dress today, so he compromised and went for the back of her neck instead, planting dense kisses there.
Le Ya clutched his tie tightly.
Soft cushions beneath her, a hard chest above. The moment she opened her eyes, she met the madness in his.
Chen Yang’s knee pressed between her thighs.
Le Ya could clearly feel the change in him—both physically and emotionally. She was already having trouble breathing, and this made her eyes turn red.
Her body went limp.
After a while, Chen Yang finally let her go and whispered, “You owed me this. After teasing me so many times, it’s time to collect some interest.”
Le Ya replied, “You’re too much.”
Even when she was angry, her tone was still soft and delicate.
Seeing her like this, Chen Yang didn’t say much. His eyes fell on her collarbone—the marks he left before had faded, and only a faint trace remained if one looked closely.
Then he noticed the bump on her forehead.
Chen Yang asked, “Why is it swollen?”
He reached out and gently touched it.
Le Ya reached up to touch it too, and their hands met. He immediately caught hers. “I accidentally bumped it.”
It had happened hours ago, and she had nearly forgotten. It only hurt for a moment; afterward, during the school visit and then coming here, she didn’t feel anything.
Chen Yang didn’t ask more questions. He called the secretary and calmly gave a few orders.
The secretary thought something serious had happened—maybe things had gotten too “intense”—and nervously gathered all kinds of medicine.
Even he included blood-stopping ointment.
But once he entered the office, he realized everything seemed fairly normal. The boss looked fine, the fiancée looked fine.
Well, except the boss’s tie was askew and his shirt was a bit wrinkled.
The secretary was completely confused.
Then, as he was leaving and about to close the door, he caught a glimpse of the usually cold and untouchable boss crouched beside Le Ya, saying, “Lower your head, I’ll apply the medicine.”
It was just a tiny bump.
Le Ya didn’t understand why Chen Yang was so anxious, acting like it was a facial injury or something fatal.
But no matter how much she resisted, it was useless. Chen Yang had always been dominant—he completely overwhelmed her.
The secretary thought he was hallucinating.
It wasn’t until he got downstairs that he fully processed what he saw. With a stunned “Holy crap,” he realized how crazy the scene had been.
He quickly typed in the company gossip group: “The boss just—”
Before he could finish the sentence, the usually dead-silent group suddenly exploded.
“Did he get secretly photographed again? Not good!”
“Were you overwhelmed by how handsome he was today?”
“Did he blow up again? Just take it. You’ll get used to the scolding—we’re the ones who messed up anyway.”
“I want to be scolded by the boss too. Wanna switch jobs with me, dear secretary?”
Secretary: “…” You lunatics.
He decided to post the full story later.
After working with Chen Yang for years, a handsome and capable boss like him had countless people trying to get close. He had never seen anyone succeed—not even those who tried to drug him. That had shocked him.
And now, to see this side of him...
Once the chat went quiet again, the secretary smugly posted: “The boss just applied medicine to his fiancée himself. Oh, and his tie was crooked.”
“Why was it crooked?”
“Where did he apply the medicine?”
“President Chen is such a beast!”
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