Guan Yingtang didn’t know exactly when she had fallen asleep.
Last night was truly their first real encounter. From the kiss to the most intimate act, they matched each other perfectly, as if their bodies were tailor-made for one another, every inch engraved with the other’s name.
Guan Yingtang didn’t feel any of the discomfort or pain others talked about.
She even thought the entire experience was heavenly, with Meng Qinghuai pushing her to the edge again and again.
She immersed herself in that night’s pleasure so deeply that when she woke up the next day, the lingering heat of desire faded, replaced slowly by a hint of shame.
Although Guan Yingtang was no longer pretending in front of Meng Qinghuai like at the beginning, her persona was still that of a refined lady from a noble family — dignified and graceful.
There was no way a lady would moan like that.
Her soft gasps, almost crying, became unbearable even for Meng Qinghuai, who covered her lips with a kiss.
Guan Yingtang lowered her gaze and glanced at herself.
Under the covers, she was bare, curled sideways in the man’s embrace, her back pressed against his chest.
Unsure what time it was in the morning, she reached out to find her phone but couldn’t locate it.
The room was in complete disarray.
Suddenly, the hand holding her tightened, pulling her fully back into his embrace and pressing her down, “Don’t move.”
She was pulled back face-to-chest, her heart beating slightly faster as she opened her eyes.
The morning light was gentle. She faced Meng Qinghuai’s body — clean, strong, with an ascetic aura that masked a surge of desire beneath.
Her eyes caught a small mole beneath his collarbone, and Guan Yingtang suddenly smiled.
She reached out lightly to touch it, noticing a blurred red mark surrounding it, and on closer inspection, a row of tiny teeth marks.
It was kissed by her. Bitten by her.
Her fingertips traced the area around the mole, only to have her hand grasped suddenly by Meng Qinghuai.
She raised her eyes slightly and met his open gaze.
Their first look at dawn after last night, still warm with lingering passion.
Guan Yingtang’s refined lady façade returned instantly, and she blushed, lowering her eyes. “Good morning.”
Meng Qinghuai gently tugged her back into his arms and kissed her forehead. “Not going back to sleep?”
Normally a heavy sleeper, today she woke up unusually early.
Guan Yingtang wasn’t sure why she had lost her drowsiness — perhaps the intense exercise had improved her sleep quality.
Thinking of this, she blinked and asked, “Did you have insomnia last night?”
Meng Qinghuai stroked her hair. After they fell asleep together post-finish, with her soft body against his, he hadn’t needed any sleep aids to doze off.
“No.”
It felt like their bodies resonated on the same frequency, and Guan Yingtang pursed her lips, feeling an inexplicable satisfaction rise in her heart.
Meng Qinghuai glanced at his watch and said, “I have to go to the company.”
Guan Yingtang responded with a soft “Mm.”
He paused briefly, smiling and glancing sideways at her, “Not going to keep me?”
“Keep you for what?” Guan Yingtang’s eyes reddened slightly as she muttered, “You’d just slack off at home anyway.”
“…”
Meng Qinghuai heard that clearly. He lifted himself slightly, cupping her face and asked teasingly, “You don’t like it?”
How could Guan Yingtang not like it?
She remembered the heat of his body, his strong arms, all the pleasures connected with him.
Their physical entanglement played over and over in her mind.
It was as if just a glance between them could cause trouble.
During the day, she had playfully called him “old man,” but at night she had been forced to cry out his name.
She had deliberately rested her legs on him in the daylight, and last night, she really had.
How could she dare keep him at home?
“Hurry up and go to work.” Guan Yingtang burrowed under the covers, trying to avoid the topic. “I’ll sleep a bit more.”
Meng Qinghuai was no one easily handled.
When she felt his hand reaching to pull off the covers, she quickly said, “I like it!”
The man’s hand withdrew.
Then, the weight beside the bed vanished. Guan Yingtang heard the rustle of clothes and quietly peeked through a slight gap in the covers.
Meng Qinghuai stood with his back to her, putting on his shirt.
At the moment he raised his arm, his broad back was fully stretched by the shirt, reminding Guan Yingtang of how forceful he had been last night.
Without hiding it, he was like a fiery spirit, aggressive and intoxicating.
Suddenly, Meng Qinghuai’s phone on the bedside table rang.
He tied his tie with one hand and answered with the other.
The caller was unknown, and he spoke softly, his long fingers playing with the black tie, occasionally adjusting it with the casual charm of a mature man.
Guan Yingtang watched quietly for a while before sitting up on her knees, wrapped in the blanket, and reached for his chest.
Meng Qinghuai was momentarily stunned, lowering his head while holding the phone.
Her gaze was gentle. Her slender fingers lightly pulled the wide end of his tie through the narrow loop.
Her movements were practiced; after a few passes, she adjusted the length and position.
The tie was perfectly knotted into a Windsor Knot.
She finished and looked at him.
He was deliberately standing still, waiting for her help.
Guan Yingtang pressed down the knot and looked up proudly.
But he stared at her for several seconds, his tone teasing, “Helping who? You’re so skilled.”
She tapped lightly on his chest. “Who else would I help?”
She often joked that once married, she could help her old man tie his tie to improve their relationship.
Guan Yingtang had once thought it unnecessary — why help the future husband tie a tie when he had his own hands?
But now she realized some things become sweetly indispensable without you noticing.
“My mom taught me. She always helped Dad with his ties. I watched a lot and just learned.”
Hearing this, Meng Qinghuai’s heart suddenly relaxed.
Since learning about Jiang Peiming and Guan Yingtang’s past, he sometimes felt inexplicably petty.
Like last night, and even now.
If he had arrived a little later, or if Meng Songnian hadn’t met Guan Zhiheng, Guan Yingtang’s fiancé wouldn’t be him.
He had no right to see her so passionate, so drenched in desire.
She and Jiang Peiming had been childhood sweethearts; he had only appeared in her life for a few months.
“What are you thinking about?” Guan Yingtang waved a hand in front of Meng Qinghuai.
She wasn’t wearing clothes, only wrapped simply in a blanket, her white shoulders and neck exposed.
Meng Qinghuai glanced at her and suddenly bent down, pressing his lips on hers again, pressing hard and shifting, as if wanting to leave his mark.
Their mingled breaths were the best aphrodisiac.
Guan Yingtang made a soft sound and instinctively wrapped her arms around him, soon willingly accepting his intrusion.
The bedroom warmed gradually in a long, passionate kiss.
Luckily, both were still reasonably sensible. After a while, they parted.
Guan Yingtang gasped softly, pushing Meng Qinghuai away. “Go to work.”
She was genuinely afraid the dream would come true, and they’d keep going until they were utterly spent.
Seeing her retreat back under the covers, Meng Qinghuai chuckled. He never thought the usually rational version of himself would fight so hard to assert his presence.
Sighing, he grabbed his suit jacket and headed out. “I’ll make extra breakfast. Remember to eat when you get up.”
Guan Yingtang murmured from under the covers, “Okay.”
Twenty minutes later, she stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Meng Qinghuai’s car leave Jinghua Mansion.
He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, regaining his usual dignified composure.
Who would have guessed that last night’s passionate heat was so real?
Remembering something, Guan Yingtang returned to her room and pulled out the list she had updated only a few days ago.
Kissed Meng Qinghuai √
Slept holding Meng Qinghuai √
Kissed the mole on Meng Qinghuai’s collarbone √
Slept with Meng Qinghuai √
Counted how many moles Meng Qinghuai has
What she thought would take time was completed all at once, leaving only one item undone.
Last night was too fast and intense. Guan Yingtang had been completely led by Meng Qinghuai, dazed and only focused on the pleasure.
The crossed-off wishes on the list seemed to chronicle the time she spent with Meng Qinghuai since arriving in Beicheng.
Her gaze suddenly landed on a line she had struck through long ago.
“Have a romance”
Her heart stirred slightly.
What once seemed impossible now appeared worth hoping for.
When all her fantasies entwined with that person, every image turned romantic.
Guan Yingtang, like a lovestruck girl, pursed her lips, took a pen, and solemnly added at the bottom of the list a wish she had long ago.
Not alone this time, but with a name.
“Have a romance with Meng Qinghuai”
……
Asia Bay’s weekly Monday morning board meeting was always attended by Meng Songnian.
Although he had gradually handed most company affairs to Meng Qinghuai, he remained the highest leader of the entire group.
He was punctual every week.
Today was no exception.
Asia Bay’s conference room was grand and solemn, with neatly arranged folders and laptops on the table.
Meng Songnian and Meng Qinghuai arrived at 9 AM, both dressed in well-tailored suits.
Father and son entered one after the other, followed by their respective secretaries and assistants.
Chairman Meng carried authority without raising his voice; General Manager Meng was noble and steady.
The oppressive aura from the father-son duo at the peak of power made everyone present instinctively straighten their backs and nod respectfully.
The meeting was chaired by Meng Songnian, with Meng Qinghuai sitting beside him, listening attentively throughout.
One lengthy data report after another was delivered, the meeting dragging close to noon.
As they left the conference room, Meng Songnian comforted Meng Qinghuai, “Good work. The first half of the year is busy. When you get married, I’ll give you an extended leave.”
After returning from Barcelona, work had piled up like a mountain.
Just today, several cooperation projects with the Hong Kong office had been approved, and multiple strategic data points needed confirmation.
Meng Qinghuai simply couldn’t find time to be with Guan Yingtang.
But this was a responsibility he had to bear.
“Okay,” Meng Qinghuai replied calmly, absentmindedly tugging at his tie and unbuttoning his shirt collar to breathe easier.
Meng Songnian nodded and was about to leave when his eyes caught something.
He stared at Meng Qinghuai’s neck.
The mole beneath the collarbone that Guan Yingtang had bitten and kissed last night was still marked with a vivid red bruise.
“What’s this?” he asked.
Meng Qinghuai looked down, then nonchalantly rebuttoned his shirt, “Nothing. A mosquito bite. I scratched it.”
Meng Songnian frowned.
For a man, especially one who had lived decades longer than his son, distinguishing between a mosquito bite and a woman’s bite was no problem.
He had a feeling but said nothing more, only nodding, “Take care of yourself.”
“Will do.”
Back at Meng Yuan after the company, Meng Songnian kept thinking something was off.
Worried about Zhuang Jiayi, he casually sought out his second son, Meng Fanchuan.
“How’s your brother lately?” Meng Songnian asked casually, carefully choosing his words. “Anything unusual?”
But no matter how subtle, Meng Fanchuan caught on quickly.
He feigned indifference and tried to cover for his elder brother. “Nothing. He just goes to work and comes back. What could be so unusual?”
Meng Songnian paused, then said gravely, “I suspect he has a woman.”
Meng Fanchuan teased, “Why? You’ve got a crush on him?”
“…” The old father turned angrily and left. “You damn brat, stay away from me!”
Meng Fanchuan chuckled for a moment, then sobered up and sent Meng Qinghuai a message.
“Hurry up and sort out your business at Jinghua Mansion. Old Meng’s getting suspicious.”
Meng Qinghuai saw the message as work was winding down.
The whole afternoon was filled with management meetings, financial reports, approving marketing and operations plans, reviewing subsidiary quarterly reports, and so on.
He was so busy he barely had a moment to pause.
Not only did he just see his brother’s message, but around 5 PM, he also received a message from Guan Yingtang — just a sticker.
She said nothing, but Meng Qinghuai knew she was probably bored, wanting to chat but hesitant to disturb his work.
Smiling, he told the driver to get ready and replied to Guan Yingtang, “What do you want for dinner? I’m off work now.”
He hadn’t received a reply when he left the parking lot.
The driver opened the car door early, and Meng Qinghuai was about to send another message when a figure suddenly jumped out from the shadows.
A familiar voice whispered excitedly, “General Manager Meng, off work?”
Meng Qinghuai was stunned, turning to see Guan Yingtang.
She wore a low-key hat and mask, but her eyes curved into a beautiful smile.
“What are you doing here?”
The driver, understanding the situation, got in the car quietly.
Guan Yingtang looked around to make sure no one else was there, then pressed close to Meng Qinghuai’s chest. “Missed you.”
Their relationship seemed to have leapt forward at every turn, from Valentine’s Day in Barcelona to last night, as if the roses had bloomed most fiercely.
All the fatigue Meng Qinghuai felt from the day vanished at the sound of those words.
That overwhelming feeling of being needed swelled in his chest.
He couldn’t help himself, ignoring their surroundings, lowering her mask, and kissing her.
If anyone saw them now, they wouldn’t doubt they were a couple deeply in love.
After a long kiss, Meng Qinghuai finally pulled away and naturally took her hand. “Get in.”
Their palms tightly intertwined, they got into the car together.
The driver slowly drove them out of the parking lot.
The empty parking spots seemed to still hold the warmth of a young couple’s passionate kiss.
Unknown to them, from a dim corner opposite, Meng Songnian—who had returned to the company to wait for his son — had witnessed the whole scene from inside his car.
He kept a stern expression, silent for a long moment before finally taking a deep breath.
Very good.
His usually composed and measured eldest son, who was about to marry, had truly developed a wandering heart right under his nose.
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