After the Harem Novel’s Female Lead was Spoiled by the Comments - Chapter 24

While Wen Hebai was still at the cinema, she had already noticed the revelry of the CP (Couple) fans, but she didn’t dare utter a sound, terrified that Yan Qingwen might find out.

However, the group in the Yan Group’s PR department were no slackers; they would discover it sooner or later and report to Yan Qingwen. If she didn’t confess now, what would she do if she truly enraged Yan Qingwen?

Though it wasn’t the first time she’d annoyed Yan Qingwen—and she was as shameless as a “dead pig unafraid of boiling water”—their relationship had undergone a physical change. For the sake of a harmonious nightly life as wives, she had to steady her partner first.

Yan Qingwen was currently in the study discussing the industrial park’s opening ceremony with Yan Lianchen; by the time they finished, it was already dinner time.

Wen Hebai knocked on the study door. Grandfather and granddaughter turned their gazes toward her simultaneously; Yan Lianchen’s eyes held a hint of scrutiny, while Yan Qingwen’s gaze was very calm.

Wen Hebai knew exactly what Yan Qingwen’s look meant. Ignoring it, she said to Yan Lianchen: “Dinner is ready. Grandma sent me up to tell Grandpa to come down and eat.”

Yan Lianchen nodded and was the first to head down. Only after his figure had vanished at the top of the stairs did Wen Hebai block the exiting Yan Qingwen back into the study.

Yan Qingwen raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms to see what kind of mischief she was up to now.

“About last night—” Wen Hebai peeked at Yan Qingwen’s face and, seeing no change, felt safe enough to continue, “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“You didn’t do it on purpose, so I did it on purpose?” Yan Qingwen countered.

The corners of Wen Hebai’s eyes grew slightly red, and she shifted the blame quite piteously: “You were so rough. I was in pain—can’t I bite you back?”

Yan Qingwen stared at her, finding that she couldn’t see a single flaw; she couldn’t tell if Wen’s acting was becoming more exquisite or if she truly felt wronged.

Under her “stare of death,” Wen Hebai licked her somewhat dry lips, her tone filling with a thick, ambiguous atmosphere: “But it doesn’t matter. It’ll get better once we’re more practiced after doing it a few more times. Or, you could do what I did last night and help me—”

Wen Hebai had just started to mouth a word when the unsteady-breathing Yan Qingwen raised a hand to cover her mouth.

“In your dreams,” Yan Qingwen scolded her with a show of strength that hid inner weakness, then hurried downstairs.

Wen Hebai snapped her fingers. It seemed she had served President Yan well last night; only then did President Yan refrain from stripping her of her spousal rights in a fit of embarrassment. However, President Yan’s style in bed was just like her style in life: monotonous and dull.

Considering that President Yan usually threw herself entirely into work, Wen Hebai pondered that she would have to take the initiative to learn more techniques and tricks. Once she put them into practice, with President Yan’s intelligence and eagerness to learn, she would surely get the hang of it quickly.

Yan Aotian and Xiao Baihua were not home for dinner, so only Yan Qingwen and Wen Hebai remained at the table to accompany the two elders.

The usually dull atmosphere of the Yan family dining table became lively due to Wen Hebai’s presence. One moment she was peeling shrimp for Yan Qingwen, the next she was shredding chicken for Tu Sihua; even Yan Lianchen received a piece of braised pork she served him.

Yan Lianchen couldn’t hold his stern face any longer. He put down his chopsticks and spoke: “When you have time, have your parents come over. Our two families should discuss your wedding.”

Both Wen Hebai and Yan Qingwen froze for a moment; neither of them had expected Yan Lianchen to give in so quickly.

However, Yan Qingwen didn’t want to spend time on such formalities and said: “Grandpa, I will visit the Wen family with Hebai when I have time. As for the wedding, let us discuss it ourselves!”

Yan Lianchen stared at her with piercing eyes, like an elderly but still vigorous tiger intimidating a newborn calf.

Yan Qingwen’s expression remained unchanged.

After a long silence, Yan Lianchen finally withdrew his sharp gaze and said: “Suit yourselves.”

After dinner, Yan Qingwen and Wen Hebai returned to the villa first.

At past eleven o’clock at night, Yan Qingwen had finished her shower and was preparing to rest when Wen Hebai knocked on her door.

“Is something wrong?” Yan Qingwen’s expression was indifferent, but her quietly clenched fists betrayed her mood.

Wen Hebai calmly withdrew her gaze and smiled: “Didn’t you say you’d accompany me back to the Wen home? When?”

Yan Qingwen turned to get her tablet: “Let me check my schedule first.”

She was completely unaware that Wen Hebai had followed her inside and closed the door.

“On Monday, there’s an opening ceremony for the high-tech industrial park in City T. I have to leave tomorrow afternoon and won’t be back until Monday night. On Tuesday, there’s a financial summit—” Yan Qingwen turned her head, only to be unexpectedly pressed down onto the bed. The tablet in her hand fell onto a corner of the soft mattress, the screen gradually darkening as it went untouched.

“Wen Hebai!” Yan Qingwen struggled to steady her mindset, trying to use a hard, cold tone to resist the tingling numbness sweeping through her body.

“I’ve rested for several days. If I don’t start work, my partners will tear me apart. You’ll be so busy next, and I have to rush to my schedule; we might not see each other for ten days or even half a month.” Wen Hebai pinned her hands down against the thin blanket, which was slightly wrinkled by the sinking mattress.

Her response was Yan Qingwen’s silence.

Though Yan Qingwen didn’t speak, she didn’t struggle either, allowing the kisses to fall.

The entanglement of their breaths was like two pieces of flint; amidst the clashing and friction, tiny sparks gradually ignited into a flame, the temperature climbing higher and higher.

At the moment the fireworks exploded, Yan Qingwen bit Wen Hebai’s neck and gave her a parting word: “Giving it back to you.”

Wen Hebai’s laughter was lingering and charming: “However much you give back, I can take it all.”

Yan Qingwen sneered at her arrogance. The next second, her mocking laughter was swallowed by the surging waves, vanishing into the dark and mysterious deep sea.

The next afternoon, the assistant Xiao Chen came to pick up Yan Qingwen for her business trip. When she saw Wen Hebai—who usually appeared on screen as a stylish, versatile, and sexy icon—coming out in President Yan’s pajamas to see her off, her heart, which had withered because of weekend overtime, was suddenly injected with fresh spring water and became active.

Thinking of yesterday’s hot searches, she instantly transformed from a shrewd workplace elite into a CP fan hunting for “sugar” everywhere. Her heart was howling: They are so sweet!

If it weren’t for her status as the CEO’s assistant restricting her, she would surely have opened a certain Super Topic right now to share today’s “big sugar” with tens of thousands of fellow fans.

“Aren’t you going to give me a goodbye kiss?” Wen Hebai held onto Yan Qingwen’s small suitcase, acting as if she wouldn’t let go without a kiss.

With a slight pull, Yan Qingwen reclaimed the suitcase and said: “Dreaming would be more suited to your request.”

In front of people, President Yan was so cold and devoid of desire that anyone who saw her wouldn’t dare to desecrate her.

Wen Hebai wasn’t disappointed either, blowing her a kiss as she turned: “Be careful on the road, take care of yourself, and don’t miss me too much at night!”

Xiao Chen, who came over to help with the luggage, flushed red. She peeked at her boss, only to find that no emotion moved on that exquisite face.

Truly worthy of President Yan; so steady.

As a “Qingbai” CP fan, she had always held high the banner of “President Yan is the Seme (top),” but unfortunately, yesterday’s hot searches gave the “Wen 1 (Top)” faction the upper hand. She snorted in her heart—the “Wen 1” faction could only have their fun verbally. Unlike their “Yan-Top” faction, they remained low-key even when celebrating a major victory.

“Xiao Chen?” Yan Qingwen’s voice brought Xiao Chen back to reality. She found that President Yan was already in the car, looking at her with confusion as she stood there with a somewhat perverted smile.

Her toes gripped the ground in embarrassment. She hurriedly put the suitcase in the trunk and got into the car to depart.