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

While still at the cinema, Wen Hebai had already discovered the CP fans’ carnival, but she did not dare make a sound at all, afraid that Yan Qingwen would find out about it.

However, the people in Yan Corporation’s PR department were not useless. Sooner or later, they would discover it and report it to Yan Qingwen. If Wen Hebai did not confess now and ended up angering Yan Qingwen, what would she do?

Although this was not the first time she had angered Yan Qingwen, and she was like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, their relationship had now undergone a physical change. For the sake of a harmonious nightly life as wives, she still had to stabilize her first.

Yan Qingwen was in the study discussing the opening of the industrial park with Yan Liangchen. By the time they finished talking, it was already dinner time.

Wen Hebai knocked on the study door. The grandfather and granddaughter both looked at her at the same time. Yan Liangchen’s gaze carried a trace of scrutiny, while Yan Qingwen’s gaze was very calm.

Wen Hebai knew very well what Yan Qingwen’s gaze meant. She ignored it and said to Yan Liangchen, “Dinner is ready. Grandma asked me to come upstairs and call Grandpa down to eat.”

Yan Liangchen nodded and went downstairs first. Only after his figure had disappeared at the staircase did Wen Hebai block Yan Qingwen, who was about to come out, and push her back into the study.

Yan Qingwen raised a brow and crossed her arms, watching to see what kind of demon she was about to act like this time.

“Last night—” Wen Hebai peeked at Yan Qingwen’s expression and, seeing that it had not changed at all, finally felt reassured enough to continue. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“If you didn’t do it on purpose, then was I the one who did it on purpose?” Yan Qingwen asked back.

The corners of Wen Hebai’s eyes reddened slightly, and she threw the blame away with a rather aggrieved expression. “You didn’t know how to control your strength. I was in pain. Was I not allowed to bite you back?”

Yan Qingwen stared at her and found that she could not tell whether Wen Hebai’s acting skills had become even more exquisite, or whether she truly felt wronged. There was not the slightest flaw.

Under Yan Qingwen’s death stare, Wen Hebai licked her slightly dry lips, her tone also filled with a thick, ambiguous air.

“But it doesn’t matter. Once we do it a few more times and get more practiced, it’ll be fine. Or you can do what I did last night and help me—”

Wen Hebai had only just mouthed the words when Yan Qingwen, whose breathing had become unsteady, raised a hand and covered her mouth.

“Don’t even think about it.” Yan Qingwen scolded her with a fierce outside and weak inside, then hurried downstairs.

Wen Hebai snapped her fingers. It seemed that she had served President Yan well last night. That was why President Yan had not become angry from embarrassment and deprived her of her right to exercise her rights as a partner. However, President Yan’s style in bed was just like her style in life—so monotonous and bland.

Considering that President Yan usually devoted herself entirely to 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 definitely get the hang of them very quickly.

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Yan Aotian and Xiao Baihua were not home for dinner, so at the Yan family’s dining table, only Yan Qingwen and Wen Hebai accompanied the two elders.

The always dull atmosphere at the Yan family dining table became lively because of Wen Hebai’s addition. One moment, she peeled shrimp for Yan Qingwen. The next, she shredded chicken for Tu Sihua. Even Yan Liangchen received a piece of braised pork that she picked up for him.

Yan Liangchen finally could not keep holding back. He put down his chopsticks and said, “When you have time, ask your parents to come over. Our two families should discuss your wedding.”

Wen Hebai and Yan Qingwen were both stunned. Neither of them had expected Yan Liangchen to relent so quickly.

However, Yan Qingwen did not want to spend time on this kind of formality. She said, “Grandpa, when I have time, I’ll visit the Wen family together with Ah Bai. As for the wedding, let us discuss it ourselves.”

Yan Liangchen stared at her with piercing eyes, like an aged yet still vigorous tiger intimidating a newborn calf.

Yan Qingwen’s expression did not change.

After a long while, Yan Liangchen finally withdrew his sharp gaze and said, “Suit yourselves.”

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

Past eleven at night, Yan Qingwen finished showering and was preparing to rest when Wen Hebai knocked open her door.

“Something wrong?” Yan Qingwen’s expression was indifferent, but her quietly clenched fist betrayed her mood.

Wen Hebai withdrew her gaze without showing anything and smiled faintly. “Didn’t you say you were going to accompany me back to the Wen family? When?”

Yan Qingwen turned around to get her tablet. “I’ll check my upcoming schedule first.”

She had no idea that Wen Hebai had followed her inside and closed the door behind her.

“On Monday, there’s an opening ceremony for the high-tech industrial park in T City. I have to fly there tomorrow afternoon, and I won’t be back until Monday night. On Tuesday, there’s a financial summit—”

Yan Qingwen turned back, only to be caught off guard and pressed down onto the bed. The tablet in her hand fell into a corner of the soft bed. The untouched screen gradually dimmed.

“Wen Hebai!” Yan Qingwen worked hard to steady herself, trying to use a strong and icy tone to resist the tingling numbness sweeping through her entire body.

“I’ve already rested for several days. If I don’t start working again, the partners will tear me apart. You’re going to be so busy next, and I’ll also have to rush between schedules. We might not see each other for ten days or half a month.” Wen Hebai held her hands down, pressing them against the thin blanket that had wrinkled slightly because of the sunken mattress.

What answered her was Yan Qingwen’s silence.

Although Yan Qingwen did not speak, she also did not struggle, allowing Wen Hebai’s kiss to fall.

Their breaths tangled together like two flints striking each other. With each collision and friction, the sparks gradually ignited into flames, and the temperature climbed higher and higher.

At the moment the fireworks bloomed, Yan Qingwen bit Wen Hebai’s neck and gave her a parting remark.

“Returning it to you.”

Wen Hebai’s laughter was lingering and enchanting. “No matter how much you return, I can take it.”

Yan Qingwen sneered at her arrogance. In the next second, that mocking laugh was swallowed by a surging tide, disappearing into the dark and treacherous deep sea.

The next afternoon, Assistant Xiao Chen came to pick Yan Qingwen up for her business trip. When she saw Wen Hebai, who usually appeared on screen in fashionable, ever-changing, sexy, and charming images, actually wearing President Yan’s pajamas to see her off, her heart, which had withered because she had to go on a business trip over the weekend, was instantly injected with living spring water and became lively again.

Thinking of yesterday’s trending search, she instantly transformed from a shrewd and capable workplace elite into a CP fan searching everywhere for sugar. In her heart, she screamed. They were really so sweet!

If her identity as the president’s assistant had not restricted her, she would definitely have opened that Super Topic right then and started sharing today’s huge candy 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, looking as if she would not let go unless Yan Qingwen gave her a farewell kiss.

Yan Qingwen exerted just a little strength and pulled the suitcase back. She said, “Dreaming would be more in line with your needs.”

President Yan in front of others was so cold, pure, and desireless that anyone who saw her could not bear to profane her.

Wen Hebai was not disappointed either. She blew her a kiss instead. “Be careful on the road. Take care of yourself. Also, don’t miss me too much at night.”

Xiao Chen, who had come over to help Yan Qingwen take the suitcase, heard this and blushed. She lifted her head to sneak a glance at her boss, only to find that there was no particular emotion surging on that exquisite face.

As expected of President Yan. So steady.

As a QingBai CP fan, she had always raised high the banner of “President Yan is the top.” Unfortunately, yesterday’s trending search had given the “Wen 1” party the upper hand. She snorted inwardly. The Wen 1 party could only satisfy themselves verbally. Unlike their President Yan top party—even when celebrating New Year, they remained very low-key.

“Xiao Chen?” Yan Qingwen’s voice snapped Xiao Chen back to her senses. She realized that President Yan had already gotten into the car and was looking at her, puzzled, while she stood there smiling obscenely.

She was so embarrassed her toes curled against the ground. She hurriedly put the suitcase into the trunk, got into the car, and set off.