novelraw Chapter 789: Wen Ruan: Seduced by Su Yu
Chapter 789: Wen Ruan: Seduced by Su Yu
After the brief shock, Tang Song's breathing began to quicken.
His heartbeat grew faster and faster.
Actually, he was no stranger to this sort of thing at all.
Whether it was mature older sisters or playful rich beauties, many of them had similar collections.
The problem was, he never expected that this dignified, seemingly ascetic female CEO would also privately stash something like this in her bedroom!
In his impression, Xie Shuyu had always been elegant, reserved, and carried an air of distance.
From the very first time he saw her step gracefully out of a BMW 7 Series outside the coffee shop, she had been that radiant, yet as unattainable as a flower on a high peak.
In front of everyone, she was always calm, restrained, decisive, treating her career as the ultimate goal in life.
She was incredibly busy, compressing even her sleep time to the bare minimum, so busy that she often went off the grid.
She had even told him directly that she wouldn't get married in the future, just wanting an open intimate relationship.Even last time in Rongcheng, after they broke through that final layer of intimacy, she still maintained considerable restraint.
There was always that unique tolerance and reserve characteristic of an "older sister."
Coupled with her slight germaphobia, her demands on her environment and herself were almost stringent.
Tang Song found it very difficult to associate the words "female CEO" and "little toy."
Immediately, he picked up the box and examined it carefully.
The silicone material was fine and smooth, without any signs of use.
The charging cable was coiled neatly, still in its original factory-sealed state.
However, for Tang Song, the mere fact that he could see this in Xie Shuyu's bedroom was itself a massive psychological stimulant.
Since the female CEO was too embarrassed to use it, shouldn't a considerate boyfriend take the initiative?
Tang Song's mischievous side instantly exploded.
Just as he had thought before, when facing Xie Shuyu, the more dignified and self-controlled she acted, the more he yearned to witness the moment that composure shattered.
To savor the satisfaction brought by that "climbing and conquering."
He then picked up the instruction manual inside the box and skimmed through it quickly.
Soon, several keywords jumped out at him — "Remote App," "Long-distance Interaction," "Dual Mode"...
His breathing grew heavy again.
Wow, it's actually a high-end model that supports remote interaction.
Shuyue Sister, you already prepared this "long-distance relationship artifact" long ago, and you didn't even tell me? You're really treating me like an outsider!
He pursed his lips, suppressing the surging heat in his heart.
He took the entire box out and placed it on the nightstand.
Then, he pulled out his own phone from his pocket.
Looking at the Huawei Mate60 Pro+ in his hand, his expression turned somewhat strange and playful.
Come to think of it, this phone was a gift from Xie Shuyu.
Even earlier, the foldable phone X3 he used before was also given to him by her under the pretext, "A business partner gave it to me, I'm not used to it," seamlessly passed into his hands.
Since they met, this older sister female CEO seemed to have always enjoyed giving him things, treating him to meals, taking care of him in a natural, considerate yet still somewhat distant way.
He picked up the wireless controller and, following the instructions, turned on his phone's Bluetooth.
Scan QR code, pair, bind the dedicated app...
A series of operations flowed smoothly.
Soon, an interface with clear functions appeared on the phone screen.
Tang Song's fingers slid across the screen, exploring each function.
The blood in his heart surged with excitement.
At some unknown time.
"Click—"
A soft sound came from the lock of the master bathroom door.
Tang Song, with quick eyes and hands, locked the screen, placed the phone face down on the table.
His other hand naturally picked up the financial magazine beside it, opened it, and covered the top of the box.
The whole set of movements was fluid, taking only an instant.
This showcased the power of the [Male God Hands].
The next second, the bathroom door was gently pushed open.
A wave of warm, humid steam, carrying the elegant scent of shower gel, slowly wafted out.
Xie Shuyu walked out gracefully, wrapped in a thick white pure cotton bathrobe.
The collar was meticulously closed, the belt tied in a neat knot, concealing her graceful figure completely, revealing only a small section of fair calf.
Her jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders.
After the hot water soak, her skin was flushed with a healthy glow, and her eyes had become moist and soft.
Seeing Tang Song staring straight at her.
Xie Shuyu's steps paused slightly, her eyes instinctively darting away for a moment.
After all, the time she spent alone with Tang Song in private was limited.
And this time, it was in her own bedroom.
For someone with a slight germaphobia like her, allowing another person, especially a man, to enter her most private, most particular space so deeply.
This in itself required overcoming a certain psychological barrier and signified an extraordinary level of acceptance.
"You... finished showering?" She broke the silence, her voice softer and lower than usual.
"Yeah, scrubbed clean inside and out. Want to come check, Shuyue Sister?" Tang Song walked over with a smile, his gaze fiery.
"That won't be necessary."
Xie Shuyu chided lightly, raising her hand to tidy the hair by her ear, masking the slight warmth at the roots of her ears.
She didn't respond to Tang Song's approach. Instead, she walked calmly towards the dressing table.
She picked up the bottles and jars of skincare products, applying them to her face with practiced, composed movements.
Even in the bedroom, wearing a bathrobe, her back was still ramrod straight, her swan-like neck long and elegant.
Her every gesture exuded a dignity and fastidiousness ingrained in her bones.
That near-instinctive propriety and self-control she maintained in any environment, under the warm yellow light and the lazy post-bath atmosphere, created a peculiar and captivating contrast.
Tang Song walked up behind her, looking at the female CEO in the mirror, the urge to "break" her growing stronger in his heart.
He leaned down, his arms gently encircling her from behind, his warm chest pressing against the slightly cool back beneath her bathrobe.
He didn't speak, just turned his head and kissed the side of her neck, which carried the fresh, watery scent after her shower.
"Mmm..."
Xie Shuyu's hand movements suddenly stiffened. She instinctively wanted to pull away but was firmly held in place by Tang Song's hands, unable to move.
"Hey, stop messing around, I'm still doing my skincare."
"You do your thing." Tang Song's lips slowly traced along the elegant line of her neck, his warm breath spraying on her most sensitive skin. "Don't mind me."
"Tang Song, don't be like this..."
"Don't be like what? We're a couple, isn't even this okay?"
"I... did you just touch your phone?"
"Yeah, I did."
"Then go wash your hands again. Phones are in contact with the outside world all day, they're dirty, full of bacteria."
"Uh... that's not necessary, is it? I don't want to leave you."
"Go wash them."
"No."
"Go."
"No. Shuyue Sister, you... are you...?"
"!!"
In the mirror, the female CEO's cheeks visibly flushed crimson, rapidly spreading to the roots of her ears.
She abruptly closed her eyes, her thick eyelashes trembling violently, as if unable to bear such direct, explicit, and aggressive questioning.
Shame and her physical reaction waged a fierce battle, leaving her momentarily speechless.
Only her breathing grew increasingly rapid, uncontrollably.
The rise and fall of her chest became intense, even loosening the collar of her bathrobe a bit.
This subtle reaction was more impactful than any words.
"Stop talking... you..."
She tried to retort, but could only emit a weak, breathy sound.
Soon, messy sounds filled the room.
...
A full five or six minutes passed.
Only then did Xie Shuyu barely manage to steady her mind and complete the final step of her skincare routine.
Her legs were a bit unsteady; she held onto the dressing table to keep from falling.
After breaking free from Tang Song's persistent hold, her first instinctive action was to reach for the disinfectant wipes by the nightstand to clean her hands.
However, when her gaze fell on the nightstand, her slight obsessive-compulsive tendencies were instantly triggered.
It was a mess from Tang Song's casual toss.
A copy of "Finance" magazine lay open, crookedly covering something, looking incredibly jarring and ruining the neatness of the bedroom.
Out of habit, she reached out to close the magazine and straighten it.
As the magazine was lifted.
The silicone arc-shaped device hidden beneath it was fully exposed under the light.
"..."
Xie Shuyu's hand, in the middle of tidying the magazine, instantly froze mid-air.
Her whole person seemed to have been put on pause.
Her mind went completely blank, leaving only a buzzing tinnitus.
Being discovered by Tang Song for privately stashing something like this at home.
For her, was a hundred times more mortifying than misspeaking in a high-stakes business negotiation, or forgetting her lines during a meticulously prepared public speech.
She even wished she could just vanish from the face of the earth.
"Oops, discovered." Tang Song's somewhat annoying voice came from behind.
He walked over, looking at the petrified female CEO, feigning surprise. "Shuyue Sister, I had no idea you had such a deep interest in 'smart hardware'?"
"This... this isn't mine." Xie Shuyu covered it back with the magazine, forcing calm into her explanation. "Meng Ran gave this to me. She came to my place yesterday and insisted on giving it to me. I know nothing about this sort of thing, and I definitely don't know how to use it. I just put it aside casually."
"Oh? Meng Ran gave it to you?" Tang Song pretended to understand, the teasing glint in his eyes growing stronger. "Then why would you specifically store it in the very back of the drawer where you keep your intimate wear? Such a hidden spot, was that also 'casually' done?"
"Little Song." Xie Shuyu took a deep breath, turned around, trying hard to put on the serious and authoritative demeanor of an older sister. "Although we are in a relationship, I still hope to maintain some personal privacy and independent space. Just like I've never inquired about your whereabouts, nor would I go through your personal belongings without consent. This is the basic sense of boundaries and respect between adults."
She tried to regain some initiative.
Seeing her like this, the fire in Tang Song's heart burned even hotter.
This forced dignity was even more lethal than direct seduction.
He didn't argue, just took a step forward.
Reached out, and pulled her firmly into his embrace.
Leaving her no escape.
"Shuyue Sister, you know what? You're like this... really adorable."
"Little Song, know when to stop. If you keep this up, I'm really going to get angry." Xie Shuyu's eye twitched, her composure starting to crack.
"Is that so?" Tang Song looked into her eyes. "But I think you're saying one thing and meaning another."
"What nonsense are you talking? That's absurd." Xie Shuyu turned her face away, refusing to look at him.
"Then why is your heart beating so fast?"
"You—!"
"Shuyue Sister, you love delving into professional matters, solving problems. Tonight, let's explore the user experience and development prospects of smart hardware in specific scenarios together, shall I? I guarantee the data feedback will be very intuitive."
"Not interested! ... What are you doing... Mmm..."
Immediately after, her mouth was sealed.
All protests were thoroughly blocked back into her throat.
This was no longer a gentle kiss, but a full-on aggressive invasion.
The night was deep, the city lights outside the window turning into distant, blurred spots of light.
Inside the bedroom, all light, scent, sound, and touch were condensed, focused within the gradually heating space.
Germaphobia? Boundaries? Dignity?
The female CEO was slowly crumbling, dissolving, losing control.
...
At the same time.
Paris, 16th Arrondissement.
Place du Trocadéro apartment.
Dusk.
Outside the window, the Seine was dyed a luxurious flowing gold by the setting sun, the silhouette of the Eiffel Tower becoming clearer in the twilight.
"Click—" The sound of a shutter.
Su Yu raised her phone and took a photo of the scenery outside the window and the meticulously plated French dinner on the table.
Clicked send.
Added a message: "The sunset in Paris is beautiful today, a shame you're not here."
After sending the message, Su Yu didn't put down her phone. Instead, she lit up the screen to check every few seconds.
Waiting always felt long.
After about a minute.
The phone vibrated once.
[Tang Song: "Beautiful. Having dinner now?"]
Just a few simple words, yet they made the cool amber color in Su Yu's eyes brighten, a satisfied smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
She replied immediately: "Yeah, eating now. Is a video call convenient? Want to see you."
This feeling of being promptly responded to, as if he were within reach, was truly wonderful.
Lately, she had developed a habit of wanting to share everything, big or small, with him.
After a moment.
[Tang Song: "To be honest, not very convenient right now."]
A flicker of understanding passed through Su Yu's eyes. Her reply carried a playful probe: "Are you with some sister right now?"
[Tang Song: Nodding (emoji)]
Su Yu didn't show any displeasure. Instead, a playful curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.
She put down the silver cutlery, leaned lazily back into the chair, her fingers lightly pinching the already short hem of her cocktail dress, slowly lifting it up, pushing it all the way to the top of her thighs.
Snowy, lustrous skin was exposed under the warm light, faint traces of a light pink hue, not yet completely faded, shimmering with a bewitching and private allure under the light.
"Click."
Another photo was sent over.
Her fingertips tapped lightly: "Since we can't video call, then like this... can it let me have a little sense of participation too? (#playful)"
[Tang Song: Like (emoji)]
Su Yu smiled, finally contentedly placed the phone face down on the table, picked up the cutlery again, and continued her dinner.
This feeling of being able to pluck at his heartstrings even across thousands of miles genuinely made her feel happy.
"Tap, tap, tap—"
The crisp sound of high heels tapping the floor approached from a distance.
Work assistant Zhen Yu and lifestyle assistant Cheng Xiaoxi walked in one after the other.
Cheng Xiaoxi stepped forward first, her tablet screen lit up: "Sister Yu, regarding the itinerary for attending the [Xuanji Optical World] headquarters inauguration ceremony on January 12th, the styling team has sent three alternative proposals. According to the weather forecast, Shen City will be sunny that day, temperature around 18 degrees..."
She displayed the exquisite design drafts.
Su Yu's gaze swept over the screen indifferently, almost without hesitation: "The second set. Also, arrange a photographer for me. I need a set of high-quality on-site photos that day."
"Okay, understood." Cheng Xiaoxi noted it down efficiently.
"Sister Yu." Zhen Yu stepped forward, opening the folder in her hand, her voice steady and professional: "Regarding Bei Yuwei, we've already 'reminded' her as per your previous instructions. She has proactively contacted President Tang, using the need to finalize the details of the endorsement contract as a reason, inviting President Tang to personally visit the film set for a meeting and signing. President Tang... has agreed. The time is set for next week."
"Hmm." Su Yu gently swirled the red wine glass in her hand, her expression lazy. The coquettishness from just moments ago when messaging Tang Song had completely vanished, replaced by the aloofness of someone in a superior position. "Well done."
There was no trace left of the earlier flirtatiousness she had shown while messaging Tang Song.
"Do we need to inform President Mo to arrange security and privacy protection for President Tang's itinerary in advance? After all, given President Tang's current status, direct contact with an artist might..."
"No need for special arrangements." Su Yu cut her off flatly, her tone so calm it held not a single ripple. "You just need to leak this information to Secretary Chen Jing of Ms. Ouyang."
Her fingertips lightly tapped the tabletop, as if weighing her words, then continued: "Just say... President Tang, before heading to Shen City for the [Xuanji Optical World] event, might make a detour to the film set in Dongguan first to finalize the endorsement contract with artist Bei Yuwei. We're worried that if the itinerary is photographed or misunderstood by unrelated parties, it might cause unnecessary media attention, which could affect the official press conference a few days later. So, we're reporting it to Ms. Ouyang in advance."
A flash of understanding crossed Zhen Yu's eyes. She immediately grasped it: "Yes, I understand."
Su Yu said nothing more, lowering her head to elegantly cut the food on her plate.
Her long eyelashes lowered, concealing the fleeting shadowy glint in her eyes.
Hypocritical noblewoman, I'm handing the opportunity right to you.
With your temperament, you definitely won't be able to resist making a move, right?
To see him legitimately, face-to-face, before he flies to Shen City and his heart is completely occupied by that "one and only youthful female lead."
Otherwise, once he's really in Shen City, you'll probably be stuck holding onto that posture of yours, secretly anxious.
Really wanting both the reputation and the reality, so contradictory.
But...
She raised the red wine glass beside her hand, slowly bringing it to her lips, and took a small sip.
The mellow wine slid down her throat, and a faint, beautiful curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.
But, that's fine too.
Since you owe me this favor, you'll have to agree to attend the [Xuanji Optical World] ceremony.
That's also the most basic rule of the game among people like us.
After all, you are Ouyang Xianyue, the one who most strictly observes surface-level propriety.
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Su Yu turned to look at the lifestyle assistant Cheng Xiaoxi beside her.
Her amber eyes narrowed slightly. "By the way, has anything happened with Wen Ruan recently?"
Cheng Xiaoxi's heart tightened. She quickly reported: "Ms. Wen Ruan has been on a visiting scholar program in London recently. The daily operations of Nebula International are temporarily managed by Ji Qiuyu. However... we received news that Tang Yi Precision sent her a separate invitation for the Xuanji Optical World event. Moreover, it's arranged at the same reception level as Liu Qingning's."
Su Yu let out a light laugh, her meaning unclear. "That's even better."
...
Oxford, Saïd Business School.
3 PM.
A lounge with dark carpeting.
Wen Ruan sat on the sofa, dressed in a well-tailored beige white suit dress.
Her makeup was exquisite, her expression focused and calm.
She was listening to a middle-aged gentleman speaking opposite her.
This was the director in charge of senior visiting scholar affairs at the college, Andrew Harrington.
Around fifty, his gray hair meticulously combed, wearing a well-fitted dark blue suit. The smile on his face was enthusiastic, almost obsequious, every gesture and tone exuding extreme consideration.
The source of this clearly above-standard courtesy for a visiting scholar naturally did not lie with Wen Ruan herself.
But with the lady currently in the VIP lounge next door, being personally accompanied by the dean — Mira Jin.
That legendary "Ms. Smile" not only mobilized the educational foundation under Tang Jin and her own family's profound influence in academia, but even personally brought Wen Ruan to handle the visiting scholar procedures.
In such a situation, for Saïd Business School, it meant the reception standard had to match the weight of the introducer, and all processes needed to reflect the highest efficiency and respect.
The meeting concluded temporarily in a friendly yet appropriately distanced atmosphere.
Director Harrington timely stood up and proactively suggested showing her around the college.
Wen Ruan gladly agreed, rising gracefully.
Led by Harrington, she strolled through the college corridors where ancient and modern architecture blended exquisitely.
As a top graduate from Imperial Capital Normal University, she had always held reverence and longing for true academic halls.
Now, being in the heart of this world-class business school.
She clearly felt an atmosphere woven from the sedimentation of heavy history and the surging tide of global capital.
For this special visiting scholar journey, the part of her heart that was originally apprehensive was gradually filled with anticipation.
...
8:30 PM.
Kensington Palace Gardens, detached villa.
Returning to the bedroom on the second floor that belonged to her, closing the door, shutting out the damp cold outside.
Wen Ruan finally completely relaxed.
Walking inside, she casually removed the strictly tailored professional suit she was wearing.
As the shirt buttons popped open, her tall, voluptuous devilish figure bounced out without reservation.
"Boing, boing~~"
Light and shadow shifted, waves surged tumultuously.
"Splash—"
Entering the bathroom, she slipped into the bathtub filled with hot water, comfortably closing her eyes.
Enjoyed the bathtub massage.
Half an hour later.
Wen Ruan, washed clean of her fatigue, blow-dried her thick black hair, casually tying it into a loose high ponytail.
Changed into soft, comfortable loungewear.
Her whole person lazily sank into the sofa.
First, she replied to a few unread work messages, then idly browsed through her social media feed.
Only then did she slowly pick up the "Global Media Trends Report" she brought back from the college.
She had just flipped through two pages, her fingertips brushing over the smooth paper, but her thoughts seemed to be wrapped in the night fog outside the London window, drifting away unconsciously.
Her visiting scholar life was about to officially begin.
At the same time, Nebula International Group's overseas expansion plan had also entered a critical stage.
This visiting scholar program happened to deeply align with her layout in the European and American markets.
This was also one of the core reasons why Director Jin personally accompanied her.
After all, within the family office system, the helm of the "Pan-Entertainment Fund" was Director Jin.
This journey, both professionally and personally, was undoubtedly a crucial transformation and leap in her career.
Once everything was settled.
She would simultaneously hold the title of Chairman of a Nasdaq-listed media group and the halo of an Oxford Visiting Scholar.
One could say she had achieved success.
But the problem was...
Her personal time would be severely squeezed.
Opportunities to meet and spend time with Tang Song would also become fewer.
Romance and love were one thing, but physiological needs were a very real, practical problem.
Wen Ruan bit her lip.
Perhaps she could buy some smart devices that could be operated remotely, to play games with Tang Song from time to time.
Maybe it could even add a different kind of spice.
Just as her thoughts were wandering wildly.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz—" Her phone vibrated.
Pulling her back from her reverie.
[Su Yu]
A flicker passed through Wen Ruan's eyes. She took a deep breath, suppressing that inexplicable sense of restlessness, and picked up the phone.
Answered the call. "Hello, Su Yu?"
"Good evening, how does it feel, Scholar Wen?" Su Yu's uniquely sultry voice immediately came through the receiver, the tail end of her tone slightly lifted, carrying familiar intimacy and teasing.
"Just started, still adjusting to the pace." Wen Ruan chuckled softly, her voice gentle. "What made you think of calling me at this time?"
"Just checking on your study progress." Su Yu's tone carried gratitude. "About the Pan-Entertainment Fund LP matter, I heard you helped. Thank you, Wen Ruan."
"Uh..." Wen Ruan felt her face grow warm. "Actually, I'm a bit confused too, it was mainly..."
She wanted to say it was Director Jin who took the initiative, but she knew Su Yu wouldn't believe that even if she said it.
"No need to be modest. I'm genuinely thanking you from the bottom of my heart. Recently, I've been very happy, all good news."
Wen Ruan took a deep breath, a touch of concern and teasing between friends entering her voice. "By the way... I haven't dared to ask... how were things with you and Tang Song in Paris these past few days?"
She knew all too well that guy's astonishing stamina and exaggerated demands in certain aspects, and was genuinely a bit worried this delicate superstar might get broken.
"Us..." Su Yu deliberately drew out her tone, as if savoring an extreme sensation. "What should be done, of course, was all done... There were a few moments where I really thought I might just die like that."
"Ahem..."
Even the most experienced and charming older sister found her cheeks warming at such a blunt, explicit description, and her heart was tickled a bit too.
"Wen Ruan." Su Yu's light call came through the receiver again.
"Yeah, I'm here." Wen Ruan tried to keep her voice steady.
"When you get to Shen City, we need to find time to have a good chat." Su Yu's voice lowered further. "I heard from Tang Song that he praised you for being particularly skilled in certain aspects, and also very ***..."
"Tang Song is talking nonsense! Don't listen to his nonsense!" Wen Ruan instantly lost her composure, her face flushed red, almost jumping up from the sofa.
Holy crap!
"Is that so?" Su Yu chuckled lightly. "What a pity. I was thinking, when we meet, we could exchange notes. I always feel we'd be particularly compatible."
"Hey hey hey, superstar, are you dropping your persona?!" Wen Ruan's heart was beating wildly, her breathing quickening noticeably.
"What persona?" Su Yu's voice lowered, carrying a siren-like allure, incredibly pleasing to the ear. "In front of him, I never needed any persona. I just need to be the one he can't resist the most, that's enough. Besides, you helped me a great deal, I can drop the persona for you too. When the time comes, I..."
......
Wen Ruan held the phone, her ample chest heaving violently.
Oh my god! Was she just seduced by Su Yu?
The problem was, she shamefully felt tempted.
No helping it, that's Su Yu after all.
Possessing a perfect figure and skin, a top-tier divine beauty that captivates both men and women.
Who could withstand that?!
"Alright, let's not talk about this for now." Su Yu's tone returned to its usual lightness. "I know you must be tired these past few days, take care of yourself. We'll talk more when we meet back in the country."
"Oh, right, I called specifically to tell you. I'll also be attending the [Xuanji Optical World] headquarters inauguration ceremony this time. I heard Liu Qingning and Jin Meixiao will both be there... It's going to be lively."
"Let me say it again, if you can manage to suppress Jin Meixiao, from now on, I'll change how I address you and call you 'Sister'."
"Beep—"
The call was decisively hung up.
Wen Ruan held the phone that still retained some warmth, not coming back to her senses for a long while.
She had been so busy these past two days, this was the first time she clearly learned that Liu Qingning, Jin Meixiao, and even Su Yu would all gather in Shen City.
So, the few she respected the most, the ones she found hardest to handle, would all be by Tang Song's side at that time?
That scene...
Just imagining it made her scalp tingle.
This wasn't a press conference; this was a god-level battlefield of epic proportions!
If it really came to a physical fight, pulling hair, she, Zhuang Zhuang, alone could knock all the others down.
But the reality was, when she found herself among those four, she would instantly transform from "Zhuang Zhuang" into "Ruan Ruan."
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