After the Harem Novel’s Female Lead was Spoiled by the Comments - Chapter 9

Yan Qingwen braced herself, poured the body lotion onto her hands, rubbed them together evenly, and then applied it to Wen Hebai’s arm.

Wen Hebai said, “President Yan, body lotion should be applied in an upward motion from bottom to top.”

Yan Qingwen: “…”

Wen Hebai added, “By the way, remember to massage it in, otherwise it won’t absorb well.”

Yan Qingwen endured it again and again, poured the lotion into the crook of Wen’s leg, and began rubbing and kneading.

The cool body lotion absorbed into the skin, and combined with Yan Qingwen’s neither-too-heavy-nor-too-light massage, it brought a very refreshing feeling to Wen Hebai; she closed her eyes with a look of pure enjoyment.

Of course, she hadn’t forgotten the condition for Yan Qingwen applying the lotion: “What is it that President Yan needs from me?”

“Do you have any announcements or gigs lately?” Yan Qingwen multi-tasked, thinking about the matter while applying the lotion.

“Originally I did, but since we just got married, you should at least give me three days of marriage leave! So I pushed back my schedule; I can rest for three days.”

The corner of Yan Qingwen’s mouth twitched; in the entertainment industry, only a “little princess” like Wen Hebai would dare to act like such a high-maintenance diva. Any other artist would have faced a backlash, if not an outright ban.

Recalling that her assistant Xiao Chen had also mentioned marriage leave, a thought flashed through Yan Qingwen’s mind: Should I also take three days off? But she quickly suppressed it.

“That’s perfect. Tomorrow, go see Xiao Yue and buy a few insurance policies from her,” Yan Qingwen said.

Wen Hebai asked, “Huh? What kind of insurance requires me to go buy it from her in person?”

Yan Qingwen couldn’t speak the truth—that she suspected Zhuang Yi or Jiang Yunhan would target Su Jinyue—so she could only say, “I’ve heard some rumors lately that there are people specifically hunting and approaching K City’s socialites. Xiao Yue is straightforward and naive, and she’s been worried about her insurance sales lately. It’s easy for someone to take advantage of her… especially men.”

“That ‘Little Chili’ is naive?” Wen Hebai snorted. “Her temper and personality are the textbook definition of a spoiled heiress, though she really is quite stupid.”

Yan Qingwen gave her thigh a hard pinch. Wen Hebai gasped, endured the pain, and let out a deliberately seductive moan: “Darling, continue… a little harder.”

Yan Qingwen: “…”

You’ll be the death of me with your flirting.

Wen Hebai compromised: “Since you’ve deigned to personally come and ask for my help, I promise you, I’ll go see her tomorrow.”

Seeing her goal achieved, Yan Qingwen immediately withdrew her hands.

Wen Hebai sat up in shock: “Yan Qingwen, aren’t you being a bit too utilitarian!? You toss me aside the moment you’re done using me. I haven’t even had my inner thighs rubbed yet!”

Yan Qingwen’s cheeks turned slightly red—whether from the heat or embarrassment was unclear. She shot a glare at Wen Hebai: “Apply it to such a sensitive spot yourself.”

The corners of Wen Hebai’s mouth tilted up as she struck an alluring, seductive pose: “How do you know I’m very sensitive?”

Yan Qingwen opened her mouth to explain, but she knew that no matter how she explained it, Wen Hebai would twist her meaning. She simply acted as if she hadn’t heard and prepared to get off the bed and leave.

She had just moved one leg when Wen Hebai immediately hooked her leg around her. Taking advantage of Yan’s loss of balance, Wen reached out and pulled her into her arms, embracing her tightly.

Hot, moist breath brushed against her ear. Yan Qingwen propped her arms on either side of Wen Hebai’s body, struggling to steady her slightly weakened frame. She instinctively swallowed and feigned composure: “What are you doing?”

“Let me apply body lotion for you, too?” Wen Hebai’s gaze landed on Yan Qingwen’s collarbone.

Despite the fact that Yan Qingwen dressed like a “strong woman” all day, her figure was actually excellent—especially her collarbones; saying they could “hold a coin” didn’t do justice to their delicacy.

If she could pour a little wine there and take a shallow sip, she would surely be drunk for days.

Perhaps Wen Hebai’s gaze was too fiery, or perhaps their posture was too ambiguous; Yan Qingwen broke free, quickly got off the bed, and said, “No need. I’ll apply it myself after I shower.”

With that, she hastily left the room where the temperature was steadily rising.

Hurrying back to her own room, Yan Qingwen hid in the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face to lower the temperature of her cheeks.

She had almost had a reaction just now… it was so shameful. How could she have a reaction because of Wen Hebai’s teasing? If Wen Hebai found out, she would surely make a huge deal out of it.

She forced herself to banish these messy thoughts from her mind, composed herself, showered, and went to sleep.

The next morning, Yan Qingwen ate the breakfast prepared by the nanny and got ready to head to the office for a morning meeting. Just as she was about to leave, Wen Hebai came downstairs yawning.

Seeing the nanny’s surprised expression, Yan Qingwen realized the nanny might not be aware of what happened yesterday, so she said, “Auntie Lan, this is my wife, Wen Hebai. From today onwards, she will be living with me.”

The nanny, Auntie Lan, snapped back to her senses. She naturally recognized Wen Hebai; after all, she was a household name and a popular star who had recently won the Best Actress title. However, as a nanny for the Yan family, the most important thing was to mind her own eyes and mouth—don’t harbor thoughts you shouldn’t, don’t pry into things that aren’t your business, and don’t let curiosity get the better of you. So, she tried her best to remain calm.

“Understood, President Yan.” Auntie Lan looked at Wen Hebai. “What would the Madam like for breakfast? I’ll go prepare it.”

“Auntie Lan can just call me Hebai,” Wen Hebai said, walking toward Yan Qingwen. “Darling, aren’t you going to give me a goodbye kiss?”

Yan Qingwen: “…”

This person really knows how to push her luck.

She didn’t move, so Wen Hebai took the initiative to lean in, and a kiss as light as a dragonfly skimming the water landed on her cheek.

Yan Qingwen’s body felt as if an electric current had surged through it, leaving her numb.

She pursed her lips, looking serious: “Remember your task for today.”

With that, she hurried out the door. Seeing her back looking quite flustered, Wen Hebai couldn’t help but laugh out loud, earning an angry backward glare from Yan.

…

Ever since she announced her marriage yesterday, Yan Qingwen—who had been unreachable—was surrounded by a swarm of media waiting at the entrance as soon as she arrived at the company. Even with her four bodyguards and the company security working together, they couldn’t completely separate them.

Seeing this, Yan Qingwen had no choice but to say, “I am not at liberty to answer questions regarding my private life. However, the Yan Group has a high-tech industrial park opening soon, and I will be attending the opening ceremony. If you wish to interview me, please contact our PR department; we will issue invitations at our discretion.”

Hearing her say this, the crowd finally stopped blocking the path completely, and she was able to enter the company and start the morning meeting.

The Yan Group started in trade and manufacturing. It took ten years to establish their first copper manufacturing industrial park. Today, it had become a mega-enterprise with over a dozen mines, more than forty industrial parks, and revenue exceeding 800 billion yuan. Its fields included new metal materials, electronic information, renewable resources, non-metallic materials, technological innovation, as well as the cultural media and jade industries Yan Qingwen had developed in recent years.

One could say the key to the Yan Group’s development lay in its capabilities in capital, technology, equipment, materials, and talent. Yan Qingwen’s private life would only have some impact on the capital aspect; therefore, as long as the shareholders were stabilized, there wouldn’t be much of a problem.

Similarly, shareholders were more concerned with the group’s development than with Yan Qingwen’s private life.

Whether Yan Qingwen was getting engaged to Jiang Yunhan or married to Wen Hebai, as long as it didn’t cause issues like withdrawal of investment from partners, it was a minor matter.

The morning meeting lasted for three hours. By the time it ended, it was already lunchtime.

Yan Qingwen remembered the “task” she had given Wen Hebai, so she called her to check on the progress.

The call connected, but before she could speak, Su Jinyue’s anxious voice came from the other side: “Sister Yan, Sister Bai is injured! She’s at the hospital!”

Yan Qingwen’s heart skipped a beat.