Although Chen Die had absolutely no experience with dating, she was at least someone who had jumped straight from dating to home run, so she wasn’t so naive as to misunderstand the meaning behind Wen Liang’s “Do you want to?”

Wen Liang’s appearance right now was very different from his usual self. He was no longer that cold and icy; his eyes now carried a warmth of ordinary life, along with a heavy, pressing desire.

Chen Die very much liked seeing this side of Wen Liang that he only showed to her. She even shamelessly felt a sense of accomplishment, but when he asked like this…

With this word “want,” Chen Die couldn’t bring herself to say it no matter what.

She stared at Wen Liang expectantly, her throat swallowing dryly, feeling her vocal cords burning with dryness.

The two gazed at each other silently. After a moment, Wen Liang suddenly smiled. He no longer asked whether she wanted to or not, but directly bent down, picked her up horizontally, and carried her upstairs.

Chen Die let out a light gasp, instinctively raising her arms to circle his neck tightly. Upstairs, Wen Liang placed her down on the bed.

This was the second time she had lain on his bed.

Her heart began its inevitable acceleration again, unsure whether she should look at Wen Liang or avert her eyes.

Wen Liang, however, was very composed, completely taking on the appearance of one consumed by desire. He didn’t give Chen Die time for those small thoughts to flourish. Grabbing her ankle and pulling, he then covered her body with his own.

The night was quiet.

The sound of water in the bathroom rose and then stopped. The curtains were drawn back again, the window opened a crack. The summer night breeze gently wafted in, dispersing some of the scent in the room.

Wen Liang embraced her as they lay back on the bed. He had become relaxed, freed from the irritation he’d felt earlier at the bar. He could still smell the faint fragrance on the young woman, not knowing if it was her natural scent or something she had applied.

Wen Liang sniffed carefully again and felt a tickle at the core of his heart.

Since their first time, seeing that Chen Die seemed quite averse to it, Wen Liang had never initiated again, until today when he was provoked by that young man and had their second time without further discussion.

This kind of thing, once experienced, was difficult to restrain oneself from, especially for a man like Wen Liang who indulged in pleasure as he wished.

Soon, Wen Liang’s hands began to misbehave again.

Chen Die gripped his wrist tightly, not letting him move.

He maintained his casual demeanor and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

She didn’t speak, just held his wrist firmly to stop his advances. She had her back to him, and it wasn’t clear what was wrong. Wen Liang initially thought she was just shy and was about to coax her when he heard her gradually uncontrollable sobbing.

The sound was originally very soft, but once she couldn’t hold back anymore, she simply cried openly.

Wen Liang paused, pulled her shoulder, and turned her over.

The young woman was crying in a way that could only be described as utterly pitiful. Her eye sockets were rimmed with red, tears streaking her face, still continuously sobbing, looking at him with those tearful eyes in a reproachful and aggrieved manner.

Wen Liang was quite heartless; he even felt somewhat refreshed by that glare.

But Chen Die rarely cried in front of him later on. He didn’t continue his beastly behavior, wiped away her tears, and asked in a soft, half-coaxing tone, “Why are you crying?”

“…” She didn’t speak.

Wen Liang stroked her back soothingly, “Did I hurt you?”

She said between sobs, “How can you be like this, only thinking about yourself, doing whatever you want? I already told you, but you still kept, kept doing it.”

Seeing her like this, Wen Liang felt quite amused, but he managed to hold back his laughter. He didn’t speak, just stroked her head.

Chen Die didn’t know why she was crying either.

Perhaps firstly, she felt ashamed and embarrassed about what had just happened; secondly, she had just fantasized that Wen Liang liked her because he had kissed her, but the next second this person started being lewd, completely kissing her with ulterior motives.

It was really, too despicable.

And Wen Liang had never had the experience of comforting someone, not to mention this was a young woman crying in his bed. Normally, he would find it annoying, but after all, he was the one who had made her cry.

His way of comforting them was just to pat her back and wipe away her tears.

This made Chen Die even more angry. She sat up directly from the bed, grabbed a scattered t-shirt from her clothes, and started to put it on.

Wen Liang clicked his tongue, his arm reaching over to pull her back.

Chen Die had little strength to begin with and was pulled back onto the bed with one tug, bouncing a couple of times. Wen Liang snatched the t-shirt from her hand and tossed it aside, hanging it on a chair. She couldn’t possibly go retrieve it while naked.

“What’s wrong now?” he frowned.

Chen Die, with red-rimmed eyes, stubbornly said, “I want to go back to sleep.”

“It’s not like you haven’t slept here before.” Wen Liang locked her wrists above her head, holding them tightly, and wickedly curled the corner of his mouth, “How do you plan to go back?”

“…”

Chen Die was about to be infuriated by him. The blanket wasn’t properly covering her body, and she was locked by his hands like this, making her sob again, unable to hold back her tears.

Wen Liang couldn’t stand seeing her like this, truly afraid of the young woman’s endless soft crying. He immediately released her hands and comforted her by stroking her face, “Alright, if you’re tired, let’s go to sleep early, be good.”

“I don’t want to sleep with you.” Chen Die was also stubborn, not listening to him, “You’re such a—”

“I’m such a what?”

“…Pervert.” Chen Die said with certainty.

He laughed, “So now I’m a pervert? Then who initiated the first time? You have the nerve to blame others first.” Wen Liang tapped her nose, teasing her, “Little pervert.”

Chen Die gave a “hmph” and turned her back to him again, but at least she wasn’t insisting on going back to sleep anymore.

Wen Liang got up and turned off the lights.

Then, worried she might catch cold sleeping like this, he naturally wasn’t stupid enough to give her that t-shirt so she could continue making a fuss. Instead, he took a random piece of clothing from the wardrobe and threw it to her: “Put this on.”

She was feeling embarrassed, quickly hiding under the blanket and carefully putting it on without exposing herself.

The clothing was long, able to be worn directly as a nightgown, which she pulled down to completely cover her upper thighs.

After a moment of silence, Chen Die sniffled, and finally remembered to ask, “Were you at that bar just now too?”

“Mm.” He responded with his eyes closed.

“…Then why did you tell me you were at home?”

Wen Liang didn’t answer, his brow slightly furrowing, only saying, “Don’t go to such places in the future.”

“But you were there too.” Chen Die’s counterargument was well-founded.

Wen Liang’s arm crossed over her chest through the short sleeve, like a thief crying ‘Stop thief’: “How old am I, and how old are you? A little brat going to such places, and you still dare to talk back to me.”

“…”

This person was too unreasonable.

Now he complained about her young age, but when doing those despicable things earlier, he ignored everything she said. Double standards.

Chen Die: “I didn’t do anything wrong, just had a little bit to drink, not even half a glass, and so many classmates were there too, nothing would have happened.”

Wen Liang mocked lightly: “You think your classmates’ thoughts about you are so pure?”

Chen Die found him increasingly irrational. He was so bad himself, yet always thought others were bad too. She argued, “They’re not like that at all.”

Only then did Wen Liang open his eyes, squinting slightly, looking dangerously close to the edge of anger, and pinched her flesh, “Still defending others. The saying ‘counting money for someone who just sold you out’ was made for people like you.”

He never knew restraint in his actions, and Chen Die was hurt by him again. Her fine eyebrows furrowed, irritated, she hit him with a punch, “You’re so annoying!”

“Now you dare to hit me for him.” Wen Liang held her wrist, saying in a low voice, “You like him that much?”

“Huh?”

Chen Die didn’t react immediately.

Belatedly realizing that she and Wen Liang seemed to be talking about entirely different things, “…What do you mean like him? Who?”

Wen Liang frowned and clicked his tongue.

Earlier at the bar, when he saw Chen Die laughing and talking with that ‘male god’, he had indeed irritably linked it to her previous mention of having someone she liked. But thinking about it now, that shouldn’t be possible.

If she liked that person, why would she come back with him now and do those things?

Besides, Chen Die had initially been the one who walked into his room and refused to leave.

Thinking in this direction, Wen Liang finally discovered a question he had been ignoring all along.

“Chen Die.” His voice was slightly hoarse, very deep, his hot breath hitting the back of her neck with each exhale, “Who told you, a young girl, that you could sleep with men?”

Chen Die hesitated for quite a while before finally coming up with a reason, “…Everyone knows that I’m not an elementary school student. I have classmates who’ve done that with their boyfriends.”

After saying it, she wanted to bite her tongue. What a terrible excuse!!!

But Wen Liang seemed to find this reason acceptable and didn’t continue questioning. His breathing gradually became even, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Chen Die paused, thinking about what he had just said, and contrary to her true feelings, whispered, “I don’t have anyone I like.”

It sounded more like she was telling herself.

He held her waist and gave a faint “mm” in response. After a moment: “Lingling.”

Chen Die’s heart skipped a beat: “Hmm?”

“Since you’re with me now, tomorrow move all your things from your bedroom over here. From now on, sleep in my room. If you need anything, just tell me. As for those male classmates of yours, keep your distance.” He spoke very directly, like issuing orders.

Chen Die pressed her lips together and softly said, “Oh.”

The next morning, she was still asleep when Wen Liang had already gotten up and gone to the company. When she woke up and walked out of the bedroom, she discovered that Mrs. Zhang was already helping her organize that guest room—it must have been Wen Liang who told her to.

Chen Die felt quite embarrassed, always feeling that what she was doing was just like those scheming, malicious women on TV. The other party kindly took her in, fed her, clothed her, and paid for her education, and here she was, directly sleeping in the male host’s room. No matter how you looked at it, it seemed like she had ulterior motives and was greedy.

But Mrs. Zhang, for some unknown reason, looked quite happy while helping her pack her things.

“Miss Chen, do you want to take these books over?” Mrs. Zhang asked, holding a stack of books.

Chen Die walked over, “No need, Mrs. Zhang, I’ll do it myself, please don’t trouble yourself.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, you have quite a lot of things. The sooner we finish, the sooner you can rest.” she said.

Chen Die had no choice but to organize alongside Mrs. Zhang. She had lived here for two years, and indeed had many possessions, though most were old high school textbooks and notebooks that she no longer needed. The only things to move were clothes and toiletries.

Wen Liang didn’t have many clothes, mostly a few suits and shirts. Chen Die put her clothes in one of the wardrobes in the master bedroom and saw an additional cup of hers at the washbasin in the bathroom.

Although their relationship was unclear, she was still extremely happy.

At least, in the current situation, Wen Liang surely couldn’t go on blind dates with daughters from wealthy families, let alone get married, right?

At that time, Chen Die was young and didn’t understand much about matters between men and women. She didn’t know that such an unequal beginning was very difficult to sustain. She was still self-satisfyingly thinking she had won a battle, something that could even be called a war without gunsmoke.

She took her phone and snapped a picture of the two toothbrush cups in the bathroom, then carefully placed it in her hidden photo album.

Chen Die thus settled in the master bedroom.

At first, she was very uncomfortable. In her eyes, Wen Liang had always maintained a stern face, frightening when angry. But since moving in, she often saw his roguish and mischievous side when he played the rascal. She quite liked this version of Wen Liang, except… her body couldn’t quite keep up.

Even though Wen Liang had never had any girlfriends before, he was inexplicably skilled in those intimate matters. Who knows where he learned it from?

After a long time, she slowly adapted and they gradually became more compatible.

Chen Die had always been one to take advantage of favor, and relying on her deepened relationship with Wen Liang, she became even more unrestrained in pushing the previously established boundaries forward, once again carving out a territory of her own within Wen Liang’s domain.

Wen Liang would still scold her but was also pleased to indulge her, generally just verbally reprimanding her once while still accommodating her actions.

One day, Wen Liang unusually didn’t go to the company early, but went to the hospital to visit Wen Huaiyuan, and returned to the West Suburb villa by noon.

After the college entrance exam, Chen Die had been idle at home, almost molding away. When Wen Liang arrived home, she was curled up on the sofa watching a classic old movie from the last century.

Since she wasn’t going out, she hadn’t even changed her clothes and was still wearing that nightgown, with her fair and delicate toes exposed as she stepped on the sofa, arms hugging her legs.

It wasn’t until Mrs. Zhang brought out lunch and said, “Young Master is back,” that she quickly turned her head to look.

She hurriedly stood up, almost tripping over her nightgown.

Wen Liang came over to support her, but before she could express her delight “Why are you back at this time?”, he directly frowned and scolded, “How old are you to still be so reckless? Can’t even walk properly?”

“…”

So unsentimental.

Chen Die’s bit of surprise was completely dismantled by his words. She gave him a sidelong glance and snorted, “Why did you come back?”

Her tone was coquettish. Wen Liang looked at her and chuckled, thinking that if he indulged her for a few more years, she would dare to directly drive him out of the house.

He saw through her little thoughts very clearly. After she had her tantrum, he lazily asked, “Your university is also decided. Where do you want to go play?”

And then he satisfyingly watched the changing expressions on Chen Die’s little face.

Chen Die felt a bit embarrassed and even had the misconception that Wen Liang was returning good for evil.

“Anywhere,” she said softly.

Wen Liang: “Then I’ll see about it. After I finish this busy period, I’ll take you traveling.”

Chen Die nodded repeatedly like a pecking chicken, so obedient that it bordered on flattery: “Have you been very busy lately?”

“Not busy today, staying home to handle a contract.”

After lunch, Wen Liang returned to the study. Since taking over the company, he has become more steady than before. Previously, he would always hang out with friends aimlessly, but now he spent more time at the company, occasionally attending soirées and such at night, but generally would come to stay at the West Suburb.

Chen Die finished watching the remaining half-hour of the movie, and with nothing to do, she slipped into Wen Liang’s study again.

“What is it?” Wen Liang asked.

Chen Die told the truth: “So bored.”

“Military training starts next month, right? With your condition, don’t come crying to me about being tired then.”

“…Who’s going to cry to you about being tired?” Chen Die muttered, walking to his side, squeezing her head over to look.

“Can you even understand?” he mocked slightly.

Chen Die hated it most when he looked down on her. There had been several times before when he did this: “What’s so hard to understand about this!”

That contract was actually a confidential business document regarding a recent billion-yuan project, but Wen Liang pulled her onto his lap and lazily asked, “Then take a look, is this contract reasonable?”

She looked at it seriously and concluded, “It seems quite reasonable.”

Wen Liang patted her bottom, sending her away: “Go play somewhere else.”

But she wouldn’t leave, still pestering him about where exactly it was unreasonable. Wen Liang seemed to be in a good mood that day, and his patience was unusually good. He explained several contract traps to her in detail.

Chen Die listened, pondering.

Wen Liang just thought she found it boring, so he let her go play by herself. But he didn’t expect that a few days later, Chen Die would pester him with more questions about the contract. Later, she excitedly placed a contract in front of him, neatly stapled on the side with a stapler.

The lines of the contract revealed Chen Die’s small pride, even haughtily stating as if bestowing a favor that she would maintain a romantic relationship with him during her four years of university.

Wen Liang casually looked through it, finding it amusing.

Firstly, he would never lack women. If others saw the contract Chen Die had drafted, they would laugh at her for taking herself too seriously.

Secondly, if their current relationship was written out in black and white, if one day this contract was needed, a single “contrary to public order and morals” would render it invalid.

But seeing the young woman’s excited appearance, he was too lazy to explain it to her.

Perhaps being at home during the holiday was boring her to death, actually spending time to make this kind of contract.

However, Wen Liang suddenly recalled that day at the bar. Even if Chen Die had no interest in that young man, he had seen the young man’s intentions toward Chen Die.

Wen Liang looked at her and had to admit that Chen Die was indeed very pleasing to the eye. When she went to university without teachers supervising early romance, who knows how much trouble she would bring him.

Although he knew the contract was invalid, looking at the current situation, it really could fool Chen Die.

Chen Die saw that he wasn’t signing and urged, “Sign it!”

Wen Liang, with an unchanged expression, added a weight to her heart: “Once I sign, you must abide by it.”

Chen Die didn’t understand: “Of course, I will abide by it.”

Wen Liang signed his name with a flourish on the last page of the contract, tossed it to her, and snorted, “Never doing anything productive.”