Dominant Marriage: The CEO's Overbearing Love

Chapter 242 - 220 You Must Take Responsibility for Taking Off My Pants

Su Yan and An’an’s chopsticks paused. An’an looked at Su Yan’s expression and saw that he quickly reacted, answering slowly, "I have someone I like."An’an hurriedly nodded, "Exactly, Grandma. Stop playing matchmaker. Every time we come back, you only know how to arrange blind dates. How will we dare to come back to keep you company in the future?"

Grandma gave her a reproachful look and then turned to Su Yan, "If you have someone you like, bring them home so we can meet them. If it’s time to get married, then get married. Despite your special profession, the time has come, and you should settle down properly. Starting a family is the right thing to do."

Su Yan remained silent, and An’an impatiently said, "Alright, Grandma, stop worrying about us and just eat."

"Getting annoyed after just a few words. You too! You’ll remain an old maid, and who will marry you then?"

"If they don’t marry, they don’t marry."

Su Yan didn’t say anything. When he said he had someone he liked, she showed no emotion at all. It was as if she didn’t care. Previously, she had been constantly asking about who that person was.

If he really married another woman, would she truly not care?

Seeing her carefree demeanor, he really wanted to leave her on her own to see if she would still be fine without him.

After all these years, was he the only one who had feelings?

When the atmosphere was still lively, Shen Yiran wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, and said indifferently, "Enjoy your meal."

"Are you full?" Grandma asked out of habit.

He didn’t respond, just left directly.

Dudu pouted as she watched Shen Yiran’s back. She just accidentally kicked his foot earlier. Was there a need to be so petty?

Liang Zixuan, sitting opposite, smiled provocatively at Dudu.

Dudu rolled her eyes at her and, after a while, sneaked away, heading quietly towards Shen Yiran’s room.

No matter how she knocked, there was no response from inside, but she knew he was there.

Shen Yiran sat in front of his computer, listening to the commotion by the door, unable to focus.

After a while, the noise stopped. He was wondering if she had left when he suddenly heard a commotion from the balcony outside. With a glance, he saw a flash of white as a figure climbed over from the neighboring balcony.

The balcony rail was waist-high, and since she wasn’t tall, it looked quite strenuous. There was a gap between the two balconies, and though the floor wasn’t high, it was still dangerous.

Shen Yiran furrowed his brows and walked towards her.

Dudu was climbing over the railing, her legs shaking a bit. She leaped but didn’t quite make it, her bottom getting scraped by the slightly sharp edge of the railing with a "rip" sound as her dress tore.

As she landed, the balcony door was pushed open from inside. He walked out, frowning at her, "What are you doing?"

Dudu, seeing his somewhat angry expression, rubbed her slightly sore bottom and mumbled, "I came to see you."

Shen Yiran stared at her coldly. Dudu’s guilty eyes darted around, one hand rubbing her bottom, the other tugging at her skirt.

After a few seconds of stalemate, feeling the pain in her bottom, she moved her hand to check it, then looked up at him pitifully, "My bottom hurts..."

Shen Yiran noticed the bloodstains on her hand, frowned even deeper, and without saying anything, turned and walked back inside. Dudu peeked in and saw he was heading towards her, limping after him.

Touching her sore bottom, it hurt so much she didn’t dare sit down. Her dress was torn, and she was embarrassed in front of him again.

Shen Yiran took out a medical kit and seeing her standing still, said, "Lie down!"

Seeing that he was going to treat her wound, Dudu forgot her pain, smiling as she obediently lay on his bed, thinking the injury was worth it.

Shen Yiran lifted her skirt not too gently, revealing her pink panties and a cut on her left buttock, showing blood.

Dudu turned her head to look, and seeing his big hand pulling down her panties, immediately said, "If you take off my panties, you have to be responsible for me!"

Shen Yiran impatiently pushed her hand away and applied alcohol-soaked cotton to the wound.

Dudu bared her teeth in pain. Only after he applied the medicine and started bandaging the wound did she ease up and start whining, "You touched my bottom, you have to be responsible. If not, I’ll tell my dad you harassed me."

"What happens if he finds out you climbed over a wall into a man’s room?" Shen Yiran answered as he fixed the bandage while cleaning up the tools.

Left speechless by his retort, Dudu looked at the delicate bandage on her bottom.

She was puzzled. Aren’t men supposed to be ruled by their lower halves? Her bare bottom was exposed, yet he remained so calm, treating her wound professionally like a doctor.

The unashamed Dudu didn’t pull up her panties immediately, instead intentionally poked out her butt a bit, "Su Bao, don’t you want to sleep with me?"

Shen Yiran didn’t even glance at her, closed the medical kit, and Dudu, feeling defiant, lifted her skirt a bit higher to show her slim waist.

But before she could entrap him, he threw a blanket over her.

Dudu crawled out from under the blanket, just poking her head out when something hit her head.

She pulled it down to see it was one of his T-shirts.

Realizing her dress was ruined, Dudu pulled up her panties, took the T-shirt, and limped to his wardrobe.

Because of the wound on her bottom, her limping walk looked quite cute.

Opening his wardrobe, she tossed the T-shirt inside, muttering, "I’m not wearing this..."

Then she took out one of his white shirts and started changing in front of him.

Shen Yiran averted his eyes first, sitting back at his desk.

Dudu pouted, taking off her dress and putting on his shirt, buttoning it up as she walked towards him.

"Su Bao, can I take a nap here?" she asked for his opinion as she lay down on his bed.

Pulling up the blanket, she was enveloped by his scent.

But before she could enjoy the comfort, she saw him closing his laptop and picking up his coat, looking like he was about to leave.

Dudu knew he was avoiding her. She rushed to the door, leaning against it, blocking his exit, and asked, "Why do you keep avoiding me? Aren’t you supposed to treat me like air? Then act like I’m not here. You do your thing, and I’ll sleep. I won’t bother you."

Shen Yiran glared at her, then went back to his desk.

Dudu smiled in satisfaction, returning to the bed, but then felt uneasy. What if he slipped out while she was asleep?