Chapter 12: Kiss You

“What do you mean by that?” Qu Wanwan looked at him in confusion.

“Nothing.”

“Where’s Qingyun?” She found it strange—Qingyun usually appeared alongside Qingye, but she was nowhere to be seen today.

“Miss Qu, Qingyun is on another assignment. I’m temporarily taking over her duties,” Qingjiu explained in a low voice.

Only then did Qu Wanwan understand. Her expression turned awkward. “Ah, sorry about that.”

“It’s no trouble.”

“What are you doing here?” Qu Wanwan suddenly looked at Fu Ciyu.

Fu Ciyu’s expression remained calm. “Just passing by.”

“Passing by? Do you think I’m a three-year-old?” Qu Wanwan clearly didn’t buy it.

She squinted at Qingye behind him. “Talk. Was it this traitor who betrayed me?”

Qingye looked utterly wronged. “Miss Qu, you can’t just accuse me like that—I didn’t say a word!”

“Then how did he know I was here?”

“Uh—”

“The woman inside messaged the Young Master and—” Qingye abruptly shut his mouth as a sharp glare swept his way.

Qu Wanwan frowned. “You mean Shen Man?”

Her gaze turned to Fu Ciyu. “Why do you even have her contact information?”

“That’s your fault—you were the one who gave it to her—” Qingye jumped in, helpfully trying to explain on his master’s behalf.

“So what? I gave it to her, and you just agreed? You couldn’t have refused? Deleted it? You actually kept her contact info, you—” Qu Wanwan was furious.

“I’ve already deleted it,” Fu Ciyu said in a low voice.

She looked so angry, yet so adorably fierce—it reminded him of how she used to be as a little girl.

“You say it’s deleted and I’m just supposed to believe that? How do I know you’re not lying?”

Fu Ciyu handed his phone to her directly and opened his contacts for her to check.

Qu Wanwan lowered her head for a glance—and her pupils instantly contracted.

His lock screen was unmistakably a photo of her. It was one her Big Brother had taken back when she was in university.

The very first contact in his phonebook was also her—Wanwan.

In that moment, she suddenly felt like she owed him so much—so much that she could never repay it all.

Since childhood, she’d always followed behind him and her Big Brother. Every time she made a mistake, he was the one cleaning up the mess for her.

But why had she been so foolish? Why had she hurt him so deeply?

Her eyes welled with tears as she looked up and gazed at him.

Fu Ciyu frowned, his brows knitting. “Why are you always crying so easily now?”

“Fu Ciyu, let’s get married.”

He froze. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard those words from her lips.

“M-Married?” Qingye was completely stunned. He really didn’t want to live through another heart-pounding wedding drama.

“Mm, married. It’s a bit late today, so let’s do it first thing tomorrow morning. I’ll wait for you at the Civil Affairs Bureau—or you can come pick me up.”

Fu Ciyu’s eyes flickered with disbelief at her words.

“Qu Wanwan, do you even know what you’re saying?” His voice was low and hoarse.

“I do. I know exactly what I’m saying—I want to marry Fu Ciyu.”

Fu Ciyu withdrew his gaze and spoke slowly, his tone clear and deliberate. “Qu Wanwan, I gave you a chance.”

Wanwan blinked. “You let me go, let me be with another man—could you really bear that?”

“You’d better not lie to me again. Otherwise, I can’t promise I won’t hurt you,” Fu Ciyu warned, a chill creeping into his voice.

“You won’t,” Qu Wanwan replied with certainty. “Even if you hurt everyone else, you’d never lay a finger on me.”

“So you’ve been exploiting that fact, and doing whatever you please?”

“No, I wouldn’t bear to hurt you either. I told you—I was wrong before, but I won’t keep making the same mistake.”

Fu Ciyu struggled to suppress the storm of emotion inside him, but he couldn’t hide the trace of panic in his eyes.

“I’ll take you home,” he said quietly, turning to get into the car.

But Qu Wanwan didn’t follow. Instead, she gave him a bright smile. “I drove myself here.”

“You don’t need me to take you?” Fu Ciyu’s expression shifted slightly.

“No need, I can get back just fine on my own. Otherwise, I’d have to bother Qingye again to send a car.”

“It’s no trouble at all, Miss Qu. You can ride with Master, I’ll drive your car back.”

“Ooh? That works! Thanks, Qingye.” Qu Wanwan handed him her car keys, then opened the car door and slipped inside.

But her foot slipped just as she got in, and she nearly fell—only to be caught firmly by a pair of strong hands.

Her cheeks flushed. “Thank you.”

Once she was settled, Qingjiu started the engine and headed toward the Qu Residence.

It was the first time the two of them had sat so close together in the backseat. Qu Wanwan turned her head, her heart pounding as she stared at the side of his face.

Her gaze slowly drifted downward—from his eyebrows to his eyes, then his tall, straight nose, and finally those alluring, thin lips—

She swallowed hard. Oh no… she really wanted to kiss him.

“What are you thinking about?”

His voice was smooth and mellow like aged wine, making her blurt out without thinking—

“Kiss you.”

“Hm?” His voice rose at the end, tinged with an inexplicable sensuality.

Qu Wanwan placed her purse aside on the seat, then, without warning, swung her leg over and straddled the man’s lap.

Fu Ciyu’s eyes darkened in an instant, his gaze deep and unreadable.

Unconsciously, he swallowed hard. His Adam’s apple bobbed as his lashes trembled slightly with restraint.

“Get off.”

His voice was low and hoarse, brimming with a maddening heat.

“I won’t—” Qu Wanwan stared intently at that enticing Adam’s apple.

The glass partition of the car window slowly slid up as Qingjiu pressed the control button.

Heavens! First day on the job and she had to witness something this intense—she could hardly handle it.

Qingye! You’re driving next time! I can’t take this!

Suddenly, Qu Wanwan lowered her head and kissed the man’s constantly moving throat—

“Mmh—”

Fu Ciyu’s pupils contracted sharply.

The usual coldness on his face had completely vanished, replaced by a look tinged with desire in his eyes.

Qu Wanwan’s lips slowly moved upward, finally brushing against those alluring thin lips. She kissed him softly—light as a feather.

Just as she was about to pull away, the next second—

Her lips were captured by his, turning passivity into dominance, launching a full-on assault.

“Mmh—”

Qu Wanwan’s hands pressed against his chest, her breath catching, head tilted back to receive his fierce advance.

His kiss was forceful, passionate—like he wanted to pull her into his very soul.

Deep inside, Fu Ciyu was overwhelmed by Qu Wanwan’s boldness. Her actions lit a fire in him, one that threatened to consume them both.

She was the beauty he had longed for yet dared not touch—until now. And now, he couldn’t stop.

And now she was actually—

The movements of her lips grew increasingly fervent, making it difficult for Qu Wanwan to keep up.

“Mmh—”

A soft moan escaped, causing Fu Ciyu to freeze and release her.

Qu Wanwan slowly opened her eyes, her gaze now hazy and sultry, utterly captivating.

Fu Ciyu tensed beneath her, and Qu Wanwan’s cheeks flushed crimson.

He—

He actually—

“Don’t move!” Fu Ciyu’s voice was hoarse as he pressed her down firmly.

Qu Wanwan’s cheeks burned as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, her breath coming in soft, shallow pants.

Fu Ciyu took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm surging inside him.

The warmth of her breath against his ear stirred a rush of heat through him—it was the first time he had ever felt such raw impulse.

Was she… inching closer on purpose?

“You… still feeling uncomfortable?” Qu Wanwan whispered carefully into his ear.