The heavy blackout curtains blocked most of the light. The air in the master bedroom on the third floor was dim and silent.
On the large oval bed in the middle, under the fluffy and soft quilt, the girl slowly opened her eyes.
…Where is she
This was the first thought that came into Song Shu's mind. Her groggy and numb head made her feel as if she had slept for a year or even several years and just woke up. Both time and space gave her a strange sense of dislocation and strangeness.
Until some fragmented fragments were called out and awakened from the depths of her memory bit by bit as her consciousness revived.
It was an absurd and crazy night, as if there was a madman who was tirelessly obsessed with her, and herself, who was trapped on the edge of wakefulness and sleepiness, resisting and lingering, and finally was forced by that man to the point that her voice was filled with tears.
Under the thin quilt, the bright pink color flows down the girl's slender neck and gradually spreads onto her delicate and pretty face.
Song Shu wanted to get up, but as soon as she moved, not only did her waist become sore and she suddenly lost her strength, but the owner of the hand that was around her seemed to be awakened by her movement.
A low sigh-like breath was heard from behind her, so close that Song Shu immediately became alert, but it was too late - the arm in front of her tightened and pulled her into his arms.
The last bit of distance between her ear and the breath was eliminated, and someone kissed the tip of her ear from behind, the voice was filled with the low and slightly hoarse magnetism like a satiated and lazy beast after a full meal.
"Little clam, do you want to escape again?"
"..." Upon hearing this voice, Song Shu could not think of anything else but the most recent memory in his mind: how this man took possession of her more deeply amid her low cries, and even leaned over her ear maliciously to call her name again and again to tease her.
Song Shu gritted her teeth slightly, with her pretty face expressionless, she silently tried to pry open the hands of the person who was restraining her in front of her.
But it was easily suppressed.
The man behind him smiled, full of satisfaction and joy, "You can't escape it every time anyway, so why waste your energy? And didn't I tell you last night that it's best not to move, otherwise..."
Qin Lou hugged her as tight as possible.
Song Shu's tiny movements of trying to struggle suddenly stopped.
After a few seconds, bright red spread to her ears.
Qin Lou's laughter became even more unbridled and joyful. He couldn't help but lean over to kiss the tip of the girl's ear. While laughing, he teased the frozen clam in his arms with a hoarse voice full of desire: "Why aren't you moving?"
"… "
"Although I told you not to move, I actually quite like you struggling. Because this way I have enough reasons to tell you to accept your own punishment like I did last night, and then continue to hold you down and do whatever I want with you."
Song Shu finally couldn't help being annoyed, and turned her head slightly to look at him, her dark eyes were filled with annoyance and tears from just waking up, whether it was from Qin Lou's words or something else. And the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and the bright red color from the absurdity of the previous night had not yet completely faded.
Qin Lou paused to smile as he met the girl's eyes. The next second, his eyes were filled with different emotions.
Qin Lou leaned down and kissed the girl's slightly dry lips that had been ravaged and tortured by him. Before the girl suddenly realized something and opened her eyes blankly, he laughed in a low voice:
"It was all a joke, but not now—you shouldn't look at me like that, little clam."
"?"
Before Song Shu could react, her body's center of gravity suddenly shifted. She screamed in fear and instinctively reached out to hug the only man in front of her who could give her support.
Then she felt herself leaning against the uneven soft cushion at the head of the bed. The slightly cool air stimulated her exposed body, and Song Shu couldn't help but curl up, but was forced by Qin Lou to press closer.
The man leaned over to her ear in an almost vicious manner, his smile revealing a desire that was unconcealed and full of crazy and unbridled emotion: "No matter how hard I pushed you last night, you refused to make a sound. How about we try again today? The soundproofing on the third floor is a bit too good, but it's daytime after all. We haven't been down there for so long, they must be listening at the stairs - how can I make you scream so loudly that they can hear me?"
"Qin Lou!"
Song Shu's face had turned red. She could no longer bear it and shouted out his name in anger. However, her low, soft and hoarse voice betrayed her lack of confidence. The powerlessness she felt unconsciously due to being tormented too much also cut off the last bit of rationality of the beast in front of her.
Thus, the rest of the words were not uttered before they turned into a weak whimper as someone unblocked them.
The dormant enthusiasm in the air was stirred up again.
According to the servants in the old house, Song Shu and Qin Lou did not have breakfast that day. Qin Lou personally brought lunch and dinner to Song Shu on the third floor.
It was not until the evening of the next day that the servants saw Song Shumu walking down the stairs with her pretty face.
At that time, Qin Lou followed her carefully behind her, and always wanted to put out his hand to protect her, as if he was afraid that she would fall - but every time, before he could help her up, Miss Song Shu would slap him away mercilessly.
By the time they reached the dining table, the back of Qin Lou's hand, which originally had a cold white complexion, had turned red after being slapped by Song Shu. He seemed unaware of it, and when Song Shu slowly sat down on the high-backed chair next to the dining table, he instinctively stretched out his hand again to protect him.
The servants also heard the crisp sound of "slap" again. They couldn't bear to see their young master enjoying being tortured, so they all turned their heads away.
However, just as they turned their eyes away, they heard Qin Lou say in a low and unhappy voice in the restaurant: "Stop fighting."
"—?"
The servants exchanged looks in surprise, and those who were a little further away from the restaurant couldn't help but speak up for Song Shu quietly:
"As they say, men don't know how to cherish once they have something. The young master is now challenging Miss Song Shu."
"That's right. Miss Song Shu just slapped him a few times, but he made Miss Song Shu stay downstairs for almost two days."
"Oh, how miserable..."
Qin Lou in the restaurant had no reaction at first, but when he heard this, he suddenly frowned and looked towards the direction of the voice coming from the restaurant door with a gloomy look.
"Didn't I tell you that no one else is allowed to call her that except me?"
"!"
The two servants shuddered with fear, lowered their heads in haste, and said nothing more.
Qin Lou turned around and lowered his eyes.
The girl in his sight was still sitting at the dining table with a stern face and no emotion. The servants' words had no effect on her at all - but that was also true, he and she knew each other very well and shared the same emotions, so their relationship was no longer one that could be affected by other people's words.
But because of this, once his little clam is really angry with him, it would be really difficult to coax him back.
Qin Lou sighed softly.
There were many servants inside and outside the restaurant, but he never had any scruples. He bent his long legs and knelt on one knee next to the high-backed chair where the girl was sitting, and reached out to hook Song Shu's hand.
Song Shu tried to break free, but was no match for his irresistible strength.
Qin Lou pulled the girl's hand in front of him.
Sure enough - the extent to which the back of his hand turned red from slapping him had already caused her fingertips to become red with blood.
Qin Lou frowned in pain, lowered his head to kiss her fingers, and murmured in dissatisfaction.
"I told you to stop hitting me. Your fingers are red like this and will hurt for a long time afterwards. Are you hitting me or yourself?"
"… "
After hearing what Qin Lou said, Song Shu slowly turned his head after several seconds and glanced at him coldly.
After a few seconds, the girl's lips curled up slightly, and she showed a rare annoyed and mocking smile.
"It hurts, it's none of your business."
Qin Lou’s figure froze.
Then he kissed the girl's fingertips again before looking up, his dark eyes staring at Song Shu helplessly, "I will feel bad."
Song Shu looked at him expressionlessly, "Then why didn't you seem to feel distressed when I asked you to stop? Instead, you seemed to be taking stimulants?"
"… Because you are my stimulant." Qin Lou slowly tightened his grip. He lowered his head slightly, grasped the girl's fingers and placed them on his lips and kissed them vigorously, "I'm sorry, little clam, but I couldn't stop at that time. If you say one more word, I will want to possess you more forcefully. The more you open your mouth, the more I can't help it. I'd better swallow all your cries and shouts into my stomach. I wish I could die with you. I want all of you and I want to give you all of me. I—"
As the topic became more and more inappropriate for children, Song Shu could no longer bear it and raised his toes, "Shut up."
Qin Lou then really quieted down and looked at her with aggrieved eyes.
Song Shu sneered, "It's no use pretending to be pitiful with me now. Get out of the way, I want to eat."
"oh… "
Qin Lou stood up, pulled out the chair next to Song Shu and wanted to sit next to her.
Song Shu raised his eyes and glanced at him with a blank expression, "Go sit across from me, don't sit next to me. I get irritated when I see you lately, and it affects my digestion."
"… "
Qin Lou's eyes and expression suddenly became more aggrieved.
However, after Song Shu finished speaking, he turned his head and simply stopped looking at him, thus eliminating the possibility of being soft-hearted.
In the restaurant, the servant came over with a dining cart to serve the two people food - even a blind man could see how close Song Shu's emotions were to a volcanic eruption at the moment, and they didn't want to see how terrible Miss Song Shu, who usually had no emotions, would be when she exploded.
After serving Song Shu the dishes, the servant looked at Qin Lou hesitantly. "Master, where will you sit?"
Qin Lou turned his gaze away from Song Shu with a sad look. He looked around the restaurant and finally pointed at Song Shu's feet: "I'll kneel here to eat."
Servants: “—?”
There is nothing a madman like Qin Lou cannot do. The servants who have been in the Qin family for a long time are very clear about this, so they don't expect Qin Lou to be normal at all.
The servants could only look to Song Shu for help.
Song Shu also frowned and turned to look at Qin Lou, "What are you making trouble for?"
Qin Lou lost no time in expressing his sincerity in "atonement" to Song Shu, "Until you calm down, I am not worthy of eating at the same table with you. Since you don't want to see me, just treat me like a pet dog."
The servants could no longer control their facial expressions.
Song Shu was used to Qin Lou's madness - especially in the past two days, she had personally experienced the completely crazy side of Qin Lou that she had never seen before, so she was not surprised by anything that happened now.
So even after hearing Qin Lou's words, Song Shu's delicate face still showed no emotion. She just raised her eyelids slightly and asked, "You, a pet dog?"
Qin Lou nodded immediately, and quickly knelt on one knee in front of Song Shu, took her hand again, put it to his lips and kissed it affectionately.
Servants: “…”
It's too shameful to watch.
Song Shu slowly leaned down, a smile on her red lips, "What kind?"
Qin Lou was distracted by this smile for two seconds before he came back to his senses. "Whatever you like."
"… Really? It's up to me."
Song Shu spoke in a low voice with a dazed look in her eyes. She had already leaned in front of him, as if she was about to kiss Qin Lou's lips at any time.
Qin Lou tensed up slightly.
Although he had just tasted the blood of blood, he was probably the least resistant to Song Shu at this moment. Song Shu's occasional ordinary gestures could make him feel that the blood in his body was approaching boiling point, not to mention the scene in front of him that was driving him crazy.
But Qin Lou was more clear about one thing: if he couldn't control himself now, the "life imprisonment" that Song Shu had given him might be directly converted into "suspended death sentence".
So no matter how difficult it was to endure, Qin Lou forced himself to hold on.
He watched Song Shu get closer and closer, almost kissing him, and then stopped.
Not surprising.
Qin Lou's eyes dimmed with regret.
As they got so close, the smile on Song Shu's face suddenly faded away, and her voice was like ice flakes tapping on Qin Lou's eardrums -
"I think you are indeed a dog, Teddy has become a spirit."
After saying that, Song Shu turned around and started eating expressionlessly.
In the end, Song Shu "kicked" Qin Lou to the chair opposite and sat down to eat. His look was sad, aggrieved and pitiful throughout the meal.
Song Shu used facts to prove to him: she was soft-hearted before because she spoiled him; when she was so angry that she made up her mind, Qin Lou couldn't impress her even with his Oscar-level acting skills.
And for a long time after that day, Song Shu was surrounded by the aura of "Qin Lou and Teddy Dog are not allowed to approach within three meters".
There were only two days left before the New Year's Eve holiday, and Song Shu returned to the company after taking half a week off.
Luan Qiaoqing immediately ran up to the 22nd floor to inquire about the situation: "Why did you both ask for leave just after the overwhelming proposal news? Are you going to get married and go on a honeymoon?"
To some extent, the truth was hit home by Silly Bai Tian. Song Shu raised his eyes and glanced at her lazily without saying anything.
"Hey, don't look at me like that. You look like Qin Lou... You two really look more and more like a couple." Luan Qiaoqing muttered, moving closer, "So, did Qin Lou's proposal succeed?"
"Didn't it say that in the news?"
"Those gossips were removed long ago. How could they have stayed for so long?" Luan Qiaoqing recalled, "But what I saw said was that you were just joking and pretending to reject someone on stage."
"No joke," Song Shu said expressionlessly, "It's just a rejection."
"Huh—?" Luan Qiaoqing was stunned.
Song Shu seemed to have thought of something and smiled coldly, "Besides, he shouldn't expect to succeed for a long time in the future."
Luan Qiaoqing: “…”
Luan Qiaoqing carefully observed Song Shu for a few seconds, "What did Qin Lou do to you? You are such a person who dotes on him without any bottom line, and yet you are so angry with him?"
Before Song Shu could open her mouth, the landline phone on her desk rang.
Song Shu glanced at it and pressed the hands-free button.
The man's aggrieved voice came from the landline: "I'm thirsty, I want to drink the coffee you made."
"Drink some water." Song Shu replied coldly.
"..." Luan Qiaoqing standing nearby almost couldn't hold back her laughter.
It was still before the official working hours. It was the end of the year again, and almost all the assistant secretaries were there every day. The two who arrived early couldn't help but laugh.
Qin Lou was not discouraged: "I have a meeting to attend later, can you take minutes for me?"
Song Shu said calmly, "I am not responsible for classifying the meeting minutes. Assistant Qian is right next to me, I will notify her."
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
"Is everything okay? I'll hang up then." Song Shu said, reaching out to hang up the call.
Luan Qiaoqing, who witnessed the whole process, gave Song Shu a thumbs up, "As expected of you. You're the only one in the company who dares to hang up Qin Lou like this. It's really satisfying."
Song Shu glanced at her, a little helpless, "Because it's not working hours now. When we really get to work, we have to distinguish between public and private affairs, and I can't be so casual about it."
Luan Qiaoqing asked suspiciously, "Can it be so clearly divided?"
"Qin Lou will also be able to distinguish them very clearly." Song Shu paused and narrowed his eyes slightly, "So when the official working hours arrive later, he will definitely take the opportunity to 'make trouble'."
Luan Qiaoqing became even more unconvinced.
However, at 9:00 sharp, a phone call came in from the general manager's office next door to the assistant secretary team.
The call was not to Song Shu, but to Assistant Qian in the office. Assistant Qian picked up the phone, called "Boss Qin", listened for a few seconds with a strange expression, and then said, "Okay, Boss Qin, I will notify her."
After the other end of the call hung up, Assistant Qian looked up at Song Shu and said, "Assistant Song, President Qin asked you to... go to the conference room to prepare for the meeting."
Song Shu: “.”
Luan Qiaoqing, who had not left yet, was really impressed. She looked back in the direction of the general manager's office with an amazed expression, then turned back to look at Song Shu.
"You really know him... inside out."
Song Shu curled his lips and stood up to prepare things related to the meeting minutes. "If he didn't know me, he wouldn't do this."
"That's true. He dared to do this because he was sure that you could distinguish between public and private affairs."
Luan Qiaoqing wanted to say something, but Song Shu had already ordered her to leave: "It's almost one minute past the working hour, Minister Luan, don't neglect your duties."
"Oh, okay, okay. I'll be downstairs right away."
Unable to watch the fun, Luan Qiaoqing had to leave with regret.
Song Shu arrived at the meeting room early, and after learning about it, he realized how boring Qin Lou was - it was just a routine summary meeting of the company's finance department, and normally only vice president-level supervisors would attend, but Qin Lou insisted on joining.
The Finance Department also received a sudden news that the General Manager would attend the meeting. The originally relaxed atmosphere of the year-end summary and New Year outlook was suddenly thrown into panic by this news.
Everyone was still hoping that Qin Lou would show up, but when Song Shu showed up, everyone was in despair.
Everyone in the company knows that no matter where Song Shu is, their General Manager Qin will basically not leave the area within a ten-meter radius.
Sure enough, ten minutes before the meeting officially started, Qin Lou also entered the front door of the conference room.
When the staff saw this, they all stood up nervously.
"Hello, Mr. Qin."
"Please take a seat, Mr. Qin."
"Boss Qin..."
Qin Lou simply responded, his eyes skipping over the crowd and falling on Song Shu, who was quietly flipping through the meeting minutes book in the corner of the long conference table.
Song Shu naturally noticed it, but pretended not to see it.
"I will just be a spectator in this meeting. You guys arrange your seats and don't worry about me." Qin Lou said to the senior executives of the Finance Department next to him, then turned around and walked straight to the corner of the meeting room.
A few seconds later, the chair next to Song Shu was pulled away.
Qin Lou unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat down.
Song Shu didn't raise his eyes, "Hello, Mr. Qin." His tone was calm and composed.
Qin Lou was even more reckless before the meeting started. He pulled his chair closer to Song Shu, then rested his elbows on the edge of the long conference table. He leaned his head on his cheekbones and looked up into Song Shu's eyes.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Song Shu had no choice but to ignore him and could only raise his eyes indifferently.
"… Is there something wrong, Mr. Qin?"
Qin Lou pursed his lips.
Song Shu thought of something, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his smile turned cold, "Shall I go make coffee for Mr. Qin?"
Qin Lou pursed his lips, not caring at all about his image in front of the finance department staff, and lay down listlessly with his arms as his head resting on them, "Are you still angry?"
Song Shu was silent.
After two seconds, she slowly turned her eyes away.
—Qin Lou, with smooth hair or normal hair color, and a mischievous face, can be very lethal when he is really wronged.
But Song Shu's expression remained cold and tense, without any sign of relaxation.
Qin Lou thought for a moment and moved closer, "After the meeting is over, Assistant Song, please come back to the general manager's office with me."
"Boss Qin, is there something wrong?"
"Yeah, something's up."
"What's up?"
"..." Qin Lou curled his lips and leaned close to Song Shu's ear, "Assistant Song, have you heard of the unspoken rules in the workplace?"
Song Shu: “.”
Song Shu endured it, and after repeating to himself several times, "This is the company, this is the meeting room, don't argue with your boss," he calmly turned his gaze and looked at Qin Lou, "Boss Qin, what did you just say?"
Qin Lou received Song Shu's gaze that said "Think it over before you speak", and after two seconds, he spoke in a more innocent voice, "Assistant Song, I want to take advantage of you."
Song Shu: “…”
The pen used for taking notes made a "crunching" sound as it was pinched by the girl's slender fingers.
Although the meeting had not started yet, Qin Lou was in the conference room, and everyone in the Finance Department remained very quiet without any prior agreement.
Hearing the noise, they turned their heads and their expressions became subtle.
Song Shu endured it, smiled, and kept his voice low enough that only the two of them could hear it.
"Have you ever heard a saying, Mr. Qin?"
"What?"
"Nature prevails and brings disaster, cut it off and it will bring permanent cure."
"… "
Qin Lou pondered for several seconds before he connected the poem in his memory to this internet pun.
Then everyone in the conference room saw with their own eyes that, after whispering a few "intimate" words, their President Qin suddenly leaned back in his chair.
"You come."
Qin Lou smiled wildly at Song Shu—
"I won't resist."
Author's Note: This chapter was difficult to write because I had to choose my words very carefully to avoid being caught red-handed.
So it is impossible to drive it, just smell the exhaust. I am not sure if I will be cut off forever.