Jiang Shunnian hurriedly refused in fright. Because of Fu Yanli’s antics last time, he now trembled at the mere sight of a real baguette. He decided he would never add it to his menu again.
He had a flight with Yu Yanchen tomorrow, and their schedule was packed—back-to-back stops in several cities. He really couldn’t handle it.
But Fu Yanli pinned him down, his lips lingering on Jiang Shunnian’s earlobe and collarbone. In a sexy, low voice laced with feigned pitifulness, he murmured, “Baby, please.”
A tall, handsome man softening his voice to beg for intimacy was incredibly alluring. If Jiang Shunnian didn’t have commitments tomorrow, he probably would have been bewitched into agreeing on the spot.
Jiang Shunnian’s breathing grew erratic too. Relying on his willpower, he refused, “My legs hurt for a whole day last time.”
Fu Yanli settled for the next best thing. “Then use your hand.”
Even knowing Fu Yanli was faking it, Jiang Shunnian softened a bit. But thinking of how long it would take, he haggled desperately, “Ten minutes max.”
If it went on for half an hour, his hand wouldn’t lift tomorrow—he still had to sign autographs at the event.
Fu Yanli sighed. Ten minutes would do.
Jiang Shunnian lacked experience in this area. Though healthy, he wasn’t overly lustful. Morning wood usually faded with a shift in focus.
Reuniting with Little President Fu left him shocked anew at its hefty presence.
Jiang Shunnian wouldn’t let Fu Yanli turn on the light. Alone in the darkness, he worked diligently like pounding medicine—right hand tired, switch to left, finally both hands together.
To prevent Fu Yanli from reneging, Jiang Shunnian even set a ten-minute alarm. When it rang, Fu Yanli showed no change at all.
Just as I thought.
Jiang Shunnian let go and flopped aside, breaking a sweat in the deep autumn chill.
Fu Yanli expressed his thanks and insisted on returning the favor.
Having experienced Fu Yanli’s service before, Jiang Shunnian knew it was exquisite. His heart stirred. “For fairness, you get ten minutes too.”
Last time, didn’t he last less than ten minutes?
The gap… is too big.
Fu Yanli chuckled lowly. “Okay, as you wish, baby.”
Once again, waves of surging pleasure crashed over him. Jiang Shunnian bit his hand to stifle sounds, but Fu Yanli pulled it away.
It felt like only moments passed before Jiang Shunnian teetered on the edge of ecstasy, but Fu Yanli stopped.
Jiang Shunnian opened his eyes in confusion. Fu Yanli whispered something.
Jiang Shunnian startled and refused at once, but next, Fu Yanli completely took control.
The torment was unbearable. Jiang Shunnian could only yield to Fu Yanli’s demand.
…
The next morning, after bidding Nono farewell, Jiang Shunnian left without looking back. As he sat in the car, his butt shifted instinctively—some sensation lingered.
Recalling last night, Jiang Shunnian itched to give Fu Yanli a beating. When did he learn all those tricks? Just fingers could make me… Cough, no more thinking.
Jiang Shunnian met Yu Yanchen in the airport VIP lounge. They chatted closely. “Do you think our drama will blow up? You coached everyone on acting back then— even Director Lu praised it.”
Director Lu was the helmer of Starlight Bestowed on You, perpetually listless with half-closed eyes.
This was Jiang Shunnian’s comeback drama, playing the antagonist. Naturally, he hoped for a hit. “If the editing’s solid, no issues. The concept’s fresh.”
Before this, rebirth web novels flooded the scene, but theirs was the first adaptation. Low-rated project, but it had buzz.
“You’re right. Hope it hits big.”
After dropping Nono at kindergarten, Fu Yanli headed to the office. His assistant reported that Pei Qingrong was already waiting in the reception room.
The companies collaborated, so a visit wasn’t odd. What was strange: so early, no appointment.
Fu Yanli entered and greeted, “President Pei, you’re here early.”
“President Fu.” Pei Qingrong shook hands, anxiety rare on his refined face. “I hear you have an employee named Lu Qinghe. Could I meet him?”
Fu Yanli puzzled internally but stayed impassive. “President Pei, forgive my bluntness—is this business or personal? If personal, I’d need his consent.”
Definitely personal, Fu Yanli guessed.
Sure enough, Pei Qingrong sighed. “President Fu, no hiding it. I suspect Lu Qinghe is my lover from M Country. He only gave his English name and forbade checking his info. We dated two years, got along well, but he abruptly broke it off and vanished back home.”
He could’ve investigated upon return, but his lover guarded his details fiercely—any probe triggered emotional collapse. Pei Qingrong feared ruining reconciliation chances.
He only knew his lover was extreme social anxiety incarnate, never chatting with others. Only he knew the beauty hidden under that hair.
Pei Qingrong followed back but didn’t dare deploy people, fearing a scare. He searched universities personally—no luck, vanished.
Sometimes he consoled himself: No true heart from the start, just using me as a shield. Still, he couldn’t let go, wanted one last sight.
After his cousin Pei Qingyi mentioned Lu Qinghe, he came straight here.
If not worried about scaring him, Pei Qingrong would’ve staked out Fu Corporation Building to catch him at work.
“President Fu, our partnership won’t be affected.” Pei Qingrong smiled bitterly. “You have a lover—you get it. Please relay: ‘I didn’t investigate you. I still know nothing. My cousin Pei Qingyi ran into you by chance and told me. Asher, tell me the breakup reason.'”
Fu Yanli sympathized deeply.
My own wife only returned with our child because of rebirth and the Qin Family threat. Without that, I’d never know my perfect spouse and brilliant son.
Fu Yanli nearly teared up. Pretty pitiful myself.
Good thing we’re together now with Shunnian.
“Okay, I’ll help.” Fu Yanli agreed without hesitation.
Pei Qingrong finally smiled faintly.
Fu Yanli went to the R&D floor and had Lu Qinghe called out.
Lu Qinghe wore a plain cotton shirt and washed-blue jeans, long hair veiling his brows and eyes, black-rimmed glasses hiding most of his face—no hint of looks.
Tense, he stammered, “P-President Fu, w-what do you need?”
“Someone asked me to relay a message.” Fu Yanli repeated Pei Qingyi’s words verbatim. Lu Qinghe’s face changed; he backed away instinctively, like fleeing.
But catching the content, he relaxed slightly. Fingers twisting nervously, he lied, “P-President Fu, I-I don’t get it.”
“This is your private matter. I won’t push for Pei Qingrong. Decide yourself.” Fu Yanli kindly warned, “He’s found you. This time, fearing a scare, he buffered via me. But keep dodging, he’ll find another way—plus Little Lu… Lu Yunchuan.”
Fu Yanli wasn’t casual; he suspected Lu Yunchuan was birthed by Lu Qinghe personally.
After all, mpreg world. Shunnian isn’t unique.
Lu Qinghe’s face paled.
Finally, resigned, Lu Qinghe mumbled, “President Fu, got it.”
No reply relayed. Fu Yanli didn’t pry, just informed Pei Qingrong.
Whatever Pei did next, Fu wouldn’t interfere—but reminded him Lu Qinghe seemed to have severe psychological issues. New project underway; don’t disrupt work.
Pei Qingrong agreed.
“Grateful for the help, President Fu.” Pei Qingrong smiled. “If you ever need anything, just say.”
Fu Yanli did have a favor in mind—but not yet.
After landing, Jiang Shunnian checked into the hotel for rest. He met Director Lu Hanwen and lead actress Chen Letong. Male lead Lin Weiyu had an event today, flying in tomorrow morning—no delay for promo.
They dined together, sharing recent life tidbits, brainstorming promo tactics.
Entertainment circle bonds were surface-level—backers everywhere, no deep dives. Kept to light topics, then dispersed.
Back in his room, Fu Yanli called right on time. Jiang Shunnian felt awkward, pausing seconds before answering.
Fu Yanli looked more awkward, voice low and aggrieved. “Shunnian, if you hadn’t known the plot, without the Qin Family threat, you never would’ve come to me, right? You wouldn’t let me feel a lover’s warmth, know parenting’s joy. I’d search till death, lonely forever. No blame, but admit it—you were a bit heartless.”
Jiang Shunnian baffled. What stimulated him?
Pondering, yeah, past life’s him was excessive. Fu Yanli deserved to know about Nono as father.
Though unaware Fu Yanli fixated so long from a one-night stand.
About to apologize, Jiang Shunnian snapped alert. “Wait, what’s your angle?”
Tricked too many times.
Fu Yanli sighed inwardly. Shunnian harder to fool now. Bluntly, “Next time, two fingers.”
Want to fully claim him soon.
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