Chapter 277: Chapter 277 I Want to Kiss Elsewhere Chapter 277: Chapter 277 I Want to Kiss Elsewhere Wen Nianyou, watching from the side, saw her expose Ye Chuyi’s true identity, yet Sheng Tingyuan not only didn’t scold her but actually brought her into his embrace, protecting her from the storm, which nearly made her eyes pop out in fury!
How could this be?
Has Sheng Tingyuan gone deaf or dumb?
Why is he still so good to Ye Chuyi?!
She screamed out loud, “President Sheng, everything I said is true! She’s lying to you, her last name isn’t Ye, it’s Lin! Her mom is a lowly maid, her dad is a crazy murderer! She’s no good person, don’t be fooled by her!”
She tried to step forward to pull at Sheng Tingyuan, but was fiercely yanked away by Sheng Tingyuan’s assistant.
“Are you never going to stop? A madwoman, and still daring to fuss around here? Our President Sheng and Madam are a perfect match, do we need to listen to you, this monster, giving orders?”
While the assistant berated her, he also called for security: “What are you all, wooden? Don’t just stand there, drag her away! Is just anyone allowed to stop President Sheng now? If you don’t want to do your jobs properly, just go ahead and resign!”
The security staff swarmed up and quickly drove Wen Nianyou away.
The world suddenly became quiet.
Sheng Tingyuan took Ye Chuyi’s hand and led her to his car.
Then, he opened the passenger door, guarded her head for her to get in, waited until she was seated, bent down to fasten her seatbelt, and then closed the door before going around to the driver’s side.
Throughout the process, he didn’t let Ye Chuyi lift a finger.
He rolled down the window and said to his assistant, “Drive Madam’s car back home.”
“Yes, President Sheng.”
The window closed, and Sheng Tingyuan started the vehicle, slowly blending into the traffic.
On the way home, neither of them spoke.
Ye Chuyi felt guilty, and Sheng Tingyuan, thinking she was angry, didn’t know how to start the conversation, inexperienced as he was with comforting girls.
After they arrived home, Ye Chuyi took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and then went downstairs to have dinner with Sheng Tingyuan.
To her surprise, there was a dish of cactus soup that night.
This soup was clearly not in Auntie Wang’s usual cooking style; obviously, Sheng Tingyuan had asked her to make it the way the Ye Family did.
Ye Chuyi didn’t expect him to remember that she liked this soup.
She couldn’t help looking at Sheng Tingyuan, then realized he seemed to have been watching her all along.
Seeing her look his way, he asked softly, “Are you still angry?”
Ye Chuyi paused for a moment, “I’m not angry.”
“Then why didn’t you talk to me all the way home?”
Ye Chuyi could no longer meet his gaze and lowered her head to sip her soup.
Was it that she didn’t want to talk to him?
It was more that she felt too guilty to talk to him, afraid that she might give herself away if she said anything.
No, she would have to go see Madam Ye eventually, how long could she keep up this deceit? When would it end?
She couldn’t possibly deceive him for a lifetime, right?
The mere thought of it made Ye Chuyi’s scalp tingle, and she hurriedly finished her dinner before dashing upstairs like one fleeing for her life, back to her bedroom.
She grabbed her phone and nestled on the sofa to send a message to Madam Ye, “I’ll come home tomorrow evening to discuss something with you.”
Madam Ye responded, “Okay, is Tingyuan coming back with you?”
“He’s not coming back, it will be just me.”
“Okay, I got it.”
Ye Chuyi let out a small sigh of relief, saw it was still early, and opened her laptop to continue writing her thesis.
She wrote until midnight.
Ye Chuyi, holding her laptop, fell asleep unwittingly.
In her drowsiness, she felt a lightness in her arms, but didn’t think much of it and continued to sleep.
It was only when a warm, slightly moist sensation touched her fingertips that she suddenly woke up.
The laptop had been taken from her, and the lights of the bedroom were off. In the dimness, Sheng Tingyuan was half-kneeling in front of her, holding her hand and bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss.
Ye Chuyi, as if scalded, sharply withdrew her hand.
Yet Sheng Tingyuan, seemingly without the guilt of having done something wrong, asked her with his deep and pleasant voice, “Awake? Don’t sleep here next time; it’s easy to catch a cold.”
Ye Chuyi held back, but ultimately couldn’t resist saying, “Sheng Tingyuan, do you realize that you’re acting like a pervert?”
“I know,” he replied.
After speaking, Sheng Tingyuan scooped her up and sat down on the sofa, placing her on his lap, “I also want to kiss other places.”