kvmb Chapter 32 The Boss's Beloved Wife is Too Alluring 7
Chapter 32 The Boss's Beloved Wife is Too Alluring 7
He remained calm and composed, his expression frighteningly so. When it was time, he got up and went to the staff canteen for lunch.
He happened to run into Secretary Li, who said to his colleague next to him in a low voice, "Miss Wen didn't come today. It's a pity about the spare ribs we prepared for her."
The colleague next to her lowered his voice and asked quietly, "By the way, what's going on between Ms. Wen and the boss? Do you have any inside information?"
Secretary Li adopted a mysterious air: "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."
"I know even if you don't say it. The fact that Miss Wen went straight to the president's office as soon as she arrived means they are definitely not simple people."
My colleague wasn't fooled. He winked and said, "A cool, aloof, mature CEO and a charming, rich heiress are a perfect match for me."
Secretary Li coughed in fright: "You can't say things like that. Miss Wen is the boss's niece-in-law."
"It's not even close to being settled yet, so how do you know if she's your wife or your niece-in-law? Anyway, I'm on the boss's side."
The two chatted animatedly, one subtly hinting while the other gave a blatant reply, completely oblivious to the gloomy face of their boss behind them.
Secretary Li: Ouch, why do I feel a chill down my spine?
As a good boss, Xie Yin did not choose to interrupt their conversation, but simply added the clinking of bowls and chopsticks without making a sound.
The two, caught up in the moment, turned around in unison, their faces stiffening. They swallowed hard and fled quickly.
It's terrible.
Xie Yin's long, slender fingers picked up the food in front of him with chopsticks, his thoughts drifting far away.
"Uncle Xie, why didn't you wait for me to eat together?"
Wen Yan came running up, panting, with a few beads of sweat on her forehead, showing how rushed she was.
His gaze traveled down from the top of her dark hair, across her bright eyes and pink lips, finally settling on her graceful, slender neck.
His gaze was truly terrifying, like lightning hidden in dark clouds, occasionally peeking out.
Noticing the man's gaze, she immediately and tactically picked up the soup in front of her and took a few sips.
Ugh, how could she possibly speak under such a domineering gaze?
Xie Yin stared at her, her bud-like lips pressed against the spot where he had just drunk.
His eyes grew increasingly dark.
"I drank that soup." A restrained, low voice sounded, lingering teasingly between his lips for a moment before finally emerging.
Wen Yan hurriedly came to her senses, stiffly swallowed the last mouthful of soup, and blankly put the bowl back in its place.
Her snow-white face blushed with shyness, a faint red tinged with white, and her soft earlobes turned a pale pink.
She bit her lower lip tightly with her pearly teeth, and the pink color gradually deepened.
"I'll get you another bowl."
After saying that, he fled in panic.
A short while later, Wen Yan returned with the soup, her emotions much more stable, though the redness on her earlobes had not yet faded.
"Wen Yan." He stared at her and slowly said, "I don't like children. Also, don't come tomorrow. I don't have time to play your stand-in game."
His cold gaze didn't linger on her for even a second, as if the previous gloom was just a mirage.
He didn't need to hear her reply. After speaking, he elegantly wiped his mouth, got up, and left.
He didn't look at Tang even once from beginning to end.
With a bang, Wen Yan's mind went blank, and an unprecedented sense of shame and anger appeared on her face.
She angrily poured out the soup and rushed to his office to confront him.
"Xie Yin, what do you mean? I didn't even look down on you for being an old man, but you... you look down on me for being young! What right do you have to look down on me! And who said this is just a game?!"
Her eyes welled up with tears as she spoke. Just a few days ago she was perfectly fine, speaking softly and gently. Why is she acting like a hedgehog today?
"You're the only one who treats it like a game! You old man, you relic, you're boring and old-fashioned."
After saying that, she could no longer hold back the stinging in her eyes, and large tears fell.
She didn't want him to see her disheveled state, so she lowered her head and ran away the moment tears fell.
Xie Yin, standing still, was somewhat surprised. He had really spoiled her too much these past few days; she even dared to point her finger at him and scold him.
The tear on the ground still lay quietly, seemingly telling of its owner's grievances.
He stood there staring at the tear for a long time, then chuckled and muttered to himself, "She really is just a little girl who hasn't grown up and still cries."
He spent the entire afternoon sitting in his office chair processing documents, seemingly without any impact. Upon closer observation, it was discovered that his pace was much slower than usual.
As night fell, he dragged his tired body home, and a strong smell of alcohol wafted out as he entered.
He frowned slightly as he noticed the uninvited guest on the sofa.
"Wang Ma, what's Xiao Yan doing here?"
Aunt Wang looked anxious: "Sir, Miss Wen came here drunk by taxi, and I even paid for it. I wanted to help her to her room, but she refused and insisted on waiting for you to come back..."
Wang Ma kept talking nonstop, and Xie Yin, after understanding what had happened, didn't interfere anymore.
"Okay, I understand. You and the others can try again to help Xiaoyan to the guest room. Ask the housekeeper to reimburse the taxi fare."
"Good good."
With a smile, Wang Ma helped Wen Yan up.
The girl vaguely saw a strange face, full of resistance, waving her hands in protest: "I don't want you, I don't want you, I want Xie Yin, where are you, Xie Yin?"
Her bright red lips opened and closed, and her tight-fitting dress accentuated her sexy and alluring figure.
The girl was really drunk, and her voice grew louder and louder. Wang Ma was worried that she would disturb the old man, so she looked to Xie Yin for help.
Xie Yin closed his eyes secretly, quickly stepped forward, restrained the girl's arms, bent down, and looked directly at her.
"Wen Yan, open your eyes and see who I am?"
She struggled to open her eyes, trying to turn her malfunctioning head to understand what he meant.
He raised his long, slender index finger and gently touched her lips, letting out a seductive shush.
His senses seemed to be focused on that finger; he could even feel the girl's hot breath.
Then, he slowly tempted her: "Little Yan, be good, I'm Xie Yin, don't say anything yet, okay?"
She indeed quieted down, staring at him with wide, innocent eyes. Her watery eyes, like those of an innocent fawn, held a natural trust in him.
The man narrowed his eyes, his dangerous gaze locking onto her. He withdrew his finger and casually praised, "Good girl."
She grinned, seemingly confused, like a kitten receiving a reward, and wrapped her arms around the man's neck, snuggling into his embrace.
Wang Ma watched in horror. Good heavens, this is the master's niece-in-law! The distance between them is far too intimate.
"Wang Ma, you can go now. Go collect your bonus for this month from the housekeeper tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Wang Ma, who had been trembling with fear, instantly perked up and left happily.
Xie Yin bent over and pulled Wen Yan into his arms, her soft, boneless body pressed tightly against his cool shirt.
It is the ultimate collision of cold and heat.
A sweet scent wafted across his neck, making the red mole on his side appear even more alluring.
His hands, which were holding her thighs, tightened involuntarily, as if he wanted to destroy this delicate flower.