TIL - 56

Wen Huo’s life returned to a peaceful rhythm, not much different from the past year. She shuttled between the research institute and her dorm every day. It seemed boring, yet she was also very fulfilled. Her thesis had made new progress, all thanks to Chen Cheng. He was truly brilliant, and he had reignited Wen Huo’s admiration for him.

Chen Cheng had another firm go public. With capital entering the market, he was very busy every day, but he still made time to pick up Wen Huo for dinner and then make love. They had unlocked many new places: dressing rooms in department stores, airplane lavatories, parks, and Ferris wheels at amusement parks... There were also many new positions and new toys.

Wen Huo also began to enjoy the toys. She started using them on Chen Cheng. She loved to use a feather to tickle his nipples. She liked to watch him masturbate, but Chen Cheng was reluctant, so she would cry, fake crying, and he would feel sorry for her and give in. Wen Huo was becoming more and more of a drama queen. She would pretend to be wronged to get hugs and kisses, and she would send Chen Cheng naughty messages during his meetings. Every time, Chen Cheng would get angry and would “punish” her when he got home. But before he could even get close, she would start to cry, huddled under the covers, making it seem like Chen Cheng had hit her.

She still loved to hide in his suitcase and then surprise him. Or she would hide in his office, and while he was working, she would unzip his pants and perform oral sex on him while kneeling on his lap, and she would ask him, “Are you enjoying this, Teacher Chen?” He was good at playing games, and she had a lot of tricks up her sleeve, too. Chen Cheng had no way of dealing with her.

It was as if they had returned to the time they first met, when Wen Huo was just starting to seduce him. Every day was new, they liked each other a little more, and they made sure to say “Good morning, good afternoon, and good night.” Wen Huo never had insomnia again, and Chen Cheng’s bipolar disorder seemed to have met its match; it never flared up again.

The people around Chen Cheng began to accept Wen Huo. The Chen family also acknowledged this seemingly cold and well-behaved young girl. Tang Jun’en still loved to tease Chen Cheng, calling Wen Huo “our little baby,” but he would get disciplined and schemed against by Chen Cheng every time. Tang Jun’en made a film that won an award, but his love life wasn’t going so well. Cheng Cuo was liked by one of his patients, which bothered him, so he went clubbing with Wen Huo to relieve his stress. But Chen Cheng found out, dragged Wen Huo, who was happily dancing on the dance floor, outside, and “punished” her until she cried. Of course, Cheng Cuo didn’t get off easy either, and his studio almost went bankrupt.

Chen Cheng strictly forbade Wen Huo from going clubbing again. Wen Huo got mad at him and went to dinner with her senior the next day. When Chen Cheng got the news, he was in the middle of a meeting about a new project. Predictably, the collaboration fell through because of his sudden change of heart. That night, Wen Huo was lying in bed. He entered the bedroom to lecture her, giving her a long talk. “Do you know you were wrong?”

Wen Huo had her back to him and didn’t say a word. He went over to look, and she was already fast asleep, with a pillow mark on her arm. He was so angry that he flew to Germany on a work trip, blocked her on WeChat, and wouldn’t answer her calls. For the first two days, Wen Huo felt fine. Chen Cheng wasn’t lecturing her. But after a few days, she started to feel bad. She missed the “old man” and began to worry that he was with other women. She panicked, bought a ticket, and flew to Germany.

Chen Cheng had just finished work and returned to his hotel to see Wen Huo’s tear-streaked, wronged face. His heart immediately softened. He went over to hold her and kissed away her tears. Wen Huo hugged him, her voice trembling. “Teacher Chen, I was wrong.” Chen Cheng’s heart melted. He felt like he was finished. There was no doubt that he was destined to be wrapped around her finger for the rest of his life.

Wen Huo still liked to call him “old man.” She especially liked to call him that during their “make-up” sex after a fight. Chen Cheng would then relentlessly punish her until she cried and begged for mercy. She would often start off strong, but in the middle, she would crumble, calling him “husband” and “old baby” and other names, begging him to stop. What was Chen Cheng’s fitness for? Would he let her off the hook? He would always lift her up and do her. Of course, after he was done, he would have to console her by buying a house, a car, bags, and diamonds, calling her “baby,” kissing her forehead and eyes, and holding her to sleep.

Wen Huo changed his computer and phone wallpaper to her photos, so much so that during a meeting, when a message came in and his phone screen lit up with a woman’s picture, his employees started to gossip. Chen Cheng saw that they were about to assume he had a habit of looking at pretty women online, so he had his secretary send out a company-wide email, publicly announcing that he had a girlfriend. Later, when Wen Huo went to his office, everyone knew who she was, and they were no longer surprised when she gave Chen Cheng hickeys on his neck. Wen Huo gradually lost interest in that.

But soon, she found a new hobby. She started to attend Chen Cheng’s public lectures. She wanted to disrupt him, but Chen Cheng had too much self-control. He was not affected by her during class. He would just drag her to his office after class, lock the door, drink some water, give her a deep throat, and then go all the way. Wen Huo tried this a few times, but the result was always her turning into a wet noodle, getting carried to the car by him. She eventually stopped being so naughty.

…

In this way, they made up for the time they owed each other in their own ways. Time flew by, and another year passed in the blink of an eye. Wen Huo’s thesis was published, and she still went to work for Guotong Industries. She was torn for a while between staying on as a teaching assistant or taking the exam for the Institute of High Energy Physics. Chen Cheng didn’t interfere, but he did explain the pros and cons of each option clearly. With an experienced and capable man like Chen Cheng as her boyfriend, Wen Huo’s path seemed to have become a little smoother.

She was already very successful, which made her a target for jealousy. Now that everything was going her way, it was bound to make people dislike her even more. Of course, those who were jealous of Wen Huo didn’t know about her relationship with Chen Cheng yet. Wen Huo didn’t want to go public. Chen Cheng respected her decision. Although they weren’t a teacher-student pair in the strict sense, his influence in various fields was so great that it would easily cause gossip. He didn’t care for himself, but he didn’t want to see Wen Huo get treated unfairly, so he went along with her wishes. He could also control the mouths of the few who knew, like Yang Yinlou, to prevent them from gossiping.

But that was before. Now, he didn’t think that way anymore. He wanted to go public because Wen Huo had let go of his hand in front of one of his junior colleagues, which made him very angry. This is what happened: The night before, Chen Cheng went to Wen Huo’s school to pick her up for dinner. He saw that no one was around, so he held her hand. Then, his junior colleague came over, and she immediately let go of his hand and moved away from him, keeping her distance. Chen Cheng didn’t want to have dinner with her anymore and ignored her for two days. When he had free time, he would play basketball with Tang Jun’en instead.

Tang Jun’en saw his hurt expression and asked him, “Come on, what did your wife do this time?”

Chen Cheng didn’t want to talk about it. “Nothing.”

Tang Jun’en laughed. “Do other things even bother you? If you used a tenth of the intelligence you use for other things on Wen Huo, you wouldn’t let her walk all over you every day.”

“She walks all over me? Her? She doesn’t have the guts.”

“Yeah, yeah, right, right. She doesn’t. You’re completely right.” Tang Jun’en was too lazy to argue with him.

Chen Cheng finally told the truth. “She has a junior colleague recently...”

Before he could finish, Tang Jun’en couldn’t stop laughing. “And then she told you you’re too old again, right? Haha, a junior colleague. He must be so fresh, just over twenty. Then there’s you, a walking antique.”

Chen Cheng then sabotaged Tang Jun’en’s next few projects that were aiming for international film festivals. For the next few days, Tang Jun’en apologized every day, crying and begging him to spare him and give him a way out. Chen Cheng was ruthless and ignored him, beginning to plan how to get Wen Huo’s name on his household registration.

Wen Huo noticed that Chen Cheng was unhappy these past few days, so she bought a sexy tiger outfit, complete with a tiger tail butt plug, and prepared to roleplay to cheer him up. Chen Cheng wasn’t in the mood; his mind was completely on getting her on his household registration. Wen Huo tried everything. She climbed on top of him, wiggled around, and even blew air into his ear. “Teacher Chen, am I soft?”

Chen Cheng was reading a book. He glanced at her. “Did you do something you feel guilty about?”

Wen Huo wagged her tail. “No, I just wanted to make you happy. You haven’t been holding me when you sleep for the past few nights.”

Before Chen Cheng could say anything, Wen Huo said, as if she knew something, “Are you tired of me? That’s how men are! It’s only been a few days, and you’re already different from before!”

Chen Cheng saw her turning the tables on him. He put down his book, pinned her to the couch, and did her several times until the middle of the night. Only then did he answer her. “You’re soft.”

Wen Huo was truly soft now. She lay on top of Chen Cheng, panting, and asked him, “Teacher Chen, Tang Jun’en said you used to have full-sleeve tattoos, silver hair, and an eyebrow piercing. He said you knew how to use all sorts of light and heavy weapons and that your name struck fear into people’s hearts. Were you a gangster?”

Chen Cheng didn’t admit it. “He’s making it up.”

Wen Huo didn’t believe him. “He was very serious.”

Chen Cheng made a deal with her. “If I tell you, will you delete your junior colleague’s WeChat?”

Wen Huo climbed off him and looked at him. Chen Cheng felt her gaze and got a little flustered. “What?”

Wen Huo squinted. “I knew you were acting weird these past two days. So it’s because of this? Teacher Chen, is your heart the size of a pinprick? Even if I did like my junior colleague, what would that have to do with you? You’re so much older than him and have no competitive advantage.”

Chen Cheng flipped her over and pinned her down, his eyes dangerous. “Dare you repeat that?”

Chen Cheng’s face, magnified, was truly handsome. Wen Huo had looked at him for so long, yet she never got tired of him. She would always be infatuated with Chen Cheng. No matter what she said to make him angry, as long as she saw his eyes, she would willingly become his subject. She loved Chen Cheng. She loved him so much, more and more every day. He was like a book without an ending. Every page she turned was a new and wonderful chapter. Wen Huo was captivated by him every day. She couldn’t control her heart and body; they would always lean toward this man, always.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, her eyes curved, her lips turned up in a smile as if they had been soaked in honey. She cupped her hands around his ear and whispered, “Teacher Chen, I love you. I love you. I love you...”

All of Chen Cheng’s anger disappeared. His face softened, and he kissed her eyes. “Huohuo.”

“Mmm.”

“Will you marry Teacher Chen?”

Wen Huo froze.