The elevator came to a halt, and as Shen Cheng walked out, she turned around to glance at Mo Qingxin.
She stood elegantly in the elevator, a smile dancing in her eyes, her expression replete with allure.
Shen Cheng could not help but smile, her gaze lingering on Mo Qingxin for a second before she turned and left.
That evening, Shen Cheng turned on her computer.
She opened Baidu and typed in ’Mo Qingxin’ in the search bar.
The search results were scarce and starkly different from what Shen Cheng had imagined.
She randomly clicked on a page that contained an introduction to Mo Qingxin.
Place of Birth: Unknown.
Identity and Background: Adopted Daughter of the President.
Shen Cheng closed this page and continued looking through other pages.
It seems Mo Qingxin had come into the public eye almost half a year ago.
Initially leveraging her powerful backing to connect with big names in politics and business, then starting her own business ventures, before settling in Imperial City.
Shi Yu had entered unnoticed; he bent down to embrace her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.
When Shen Cheng turned to look at him, he took the opportunity to stretch out his arm and shut down the computer.
Shen Cheng was slightly annoyed by his action, "It hadn’t even been three minutes!"
Shi Yu whispered dominantly in her ear, "Not even one minute is allowable."
Being pregnant meant even freedom was restricted.
Shen Cheng frowned, visibly displeased, "From now on, anything I can’t use, you can’t use either."
"The food I can’t eat, you can’t eat."
"The things I can’t play with, you can’t play either."
"The things I don’t like, you can’t like either."
Suddenly, Shen Cheng lifted her head, wrapped her arms around his neck, and commanded with an upturned face, "Kiss me."
Shi Yu’s eyes deepened in a flash, turning dark and intense.
Knowing full well it was deliberate, yet he still took the lead.
With a quick motion, he swept her into his arms, pinning her slender waist and pressing in close, his sensuous lips slowly descending.
While kissing her, Shen Cheng leaned back but did not touch the cold wall behind her, as his other hand deliberately cushioned her.
Quietly moved by his subtle thoughtfulness, her body began to respond with affection.
Both breathless from the kiss, Shi Yu was the first to break away from Shen Cheng’s lips, picking her up in one swift motion.
When gently placed on the bed, Shen Cheng’s face still held a faint blush.
Shi Yu leaned forward, seeking another lingering, passionate kiss between her lips.
Shen Cheng did not resist, feeling a surge of warmth spreading throughout her body.
Little did she expect that what started as her seducing him seemed to end with her falling into his trap.
Shi Yu’s tongue moved from the corner of Shen Cheng’s lips to behind her ear, gently nibbling.
Shen Cheng involuntarily let out a breathy sigh.
Clinging to his back, she felt the beautifully sculpted muscles beneath his thin shirt.
That soft gasp ignited Shi Yu’s deeper passion.
With the beauty in his arms blatantly inviting him, how could he restrain himself?
Shen Cheng knew he was struggling to restrain himself.
She moved to unbutton the shirt on his chest, but he stopped her, grasping her hand.
Then, his whole body covered hers, though he carefully supported his weight to avoid pressing on her.
Just when Shen Cheng thought he would move further, he merely pressed his cheek gently against her neck, took a deep breath, and then stilled.