Miss Shen ran away after finishing her meal, which angered her short-lived uncle to the point of res

"Heh." Shen Feiwan chuckled lightly, then suddenly raised her hand and used her fingertips to lift Lin Xiaoyan's chin.

Her dark eyes stared straight into his. "What's your rush? Are you so sure I said bad things about you to him?"

“Perhaps I’m on your side?” She gently stroked Lin Xiaoyan’s chin with her fingertips. “Perhaps I’m telling him that it’s actually your mother who doesn’t understand the situation. Your mother is your mother, and you are you. How can her personal actions represent the attitude of General Manager Lin of Lin’s Heavy Industries? Don’t you agree?”

Lin Xiaoyan frowned slightly and grabbed Shen Feiwan's mischievous hand. "That's truly rare."

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice suddenly became hoarse. "Wanwan actually touched me on her own initiative." He gently stroked her wrist with his thumb. "How long has it been since you were this proactive? Five years? Or longer?"

"Maybe." Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow. "What, not used to it?" She deliberately lowered her voice. "Or are you just putting on an act with me like you are with the Zou family's daughter?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lin Xiaoyan frowned, his voice growing increasingly low. "There's nothing about that Zou."

"Is that so?" Shen Feiwan suddenly raised her other hand, her index finger gently touching his lips. "Then let's not talk about it. Let's go." She then turned to leave.

Lin Xiaoyan remained with her head down.

As soon as Shen Feiwan turned around, he caught a faint, sweet scent emanating from her.

The fragrance, as if hooked, subtly seeped into his nostrils, coursing through his blood to every part of his body, making him itch with desire.

He caught his breath; the girl in his memory who always loved to sneak into his study had the same scent.

The moment Shen Feiwan took a step, Lin Xiaoyan suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Where to?" Lin Xiaoyan asked, his voice hoarse. His fingertips rubbed heavily against her delicate wrist, as if trying to infuse the fragrance into his skin.

Shen Feiwan looked up at him, her eyes slightly upturned. "The venue, huh? You'd better come back with me."

As she spoke, she frowned slightly, deliberately, "You have to help me save face in front of my future mother-in-law."

"Future mother-in-law..." Lin Xiaoyan murmured these words, his gaze falling on Shen Feiwan's full and alluring red lips, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

After a moment, he suddenly chuckled softly, "Wanwan has finally changed her tune. I'm very pleased."

Shen Feiwan frowned. "I will not let her bully me again."

"Silly girl." Lin Xiaoyan suddenly reached out and ruffled Shen Feiwan's hair. "With your husband by your side, no one will dare to bully you. Not even your mother-in-law."

As he spoke, he turned to look at his secretary behind him and uttered a few words briefly, "Go and bring the car."

The secretary understood and immediately turned and left.

As soon as the person left, Lin Xiaoyan picked up Shen Feiwan and carried her in his arms.

Caught off guard, Shen Feiwan managed to grab Lin Xiaoyan's neck to keep herself from falling.

He frowned and asked, "Where to?"

Lin Xiaoyan lowered his head and placed a light kiss on the tip of her nose. "Let's get married."

He spoke in a low voice, as if it were vibrating from his chest, filled with suppressed longing.

Shen Feiwan looked up and saw surging desire in his deep eyes. "What kind of marriage? How will we get married?"

Lin Xiaoyan strode forward, "I don't want to wait anymore."

He tightened his grip on her arms. "Tonight, we'll confirm Wanwan's status as Mrs. Lin."

He lowered his head, his lips brushing lightly against Shen Feiwan's earlobe. "We'll have our wedding before the New Year."

Shen Feiwan remained firm, saying, "If my mother can't attend my wedding, then I won't go through with it."

"How could that be?" Lin Xiaoyan suddenly lifted Shen Feiwan up a little, his lips almost touching hers. "Of course, my parents-in-law will attend my wedding with my wife. But Wanwan and I... have to be husband and wife first."

Are we going to be husband and wife? Shen Feiwan glanced at Lin Xiaoyan, "Are you really that impatient?"

Lin Xiaoyan's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice low and hoarse, "I'm afraid things might change if I wait too long." He tightened his arms around her, his fingertips caressing her waist, "So I want to ask Wanwan for a formal title as soon as possible."

As he spoke, he continued walking forward while holding Shen Feiwan in his arms.

The secretary soon arrived in her car.

After the car stopped, the secretary immediately got out and opened the back door.

Lin Xiaoyan gestured to him, "Give me the car keys, you go back to the venue and clean up the mess."

After taking the keys, Lin Xiaoyan carried Shen Feiwan to the passenger seat.

Shen Feiwan stopped him, "Go to the back seat."

"What?" Lin Xiaoyan chuckled, his eyes behind his glasses narrowing slightly as his gaze lingered between Shen Feiwan's red lips and collarbone. "It's not comfortable in the car."

He tightened his grip on Shen Feiwan's arm, then loosened it.

Despite saying that, Shen Feiwan was still put into the back seat by him, her skirt spreading out on the seat like dark waves.

Lin Xiaoyan braced himself with one hand on Shen Feiwan's side, while loosening his tie with the other, as if to press down on her.

The black suit rubbed against her dark green long skirt, the expensive fabric making a subtle, ambiguous sound.

A hint of disgust flashed in Shen Feiwan's eyes. She suddenly raised her long leg and bent her knee to press against Lin Xiaoyan's chest.

With each bit of force she exerted, Lin Xiaoyan was forced to straighten his body a little more, the fabric of his trousers taut with every inch of movement.

Only after his feet touched the ground and Shen Feiwan pushed him out of the car with her high heels did he grasp Shen Feiwan's slender ankles. "Is Wanwan shy?"

Shen Feiwan rubbed his heel against him, "Didn't you say you weren't feeling well? Then why aren't you driving up ahead?"

"Okay, I'll listen to my wife." Lin Xiaoyan said, then suddenly lowered his head and gently kissed Shen Feiwan's arched, snow-white instep.

Shen Feiwan was so disgusted that her whole leg trembled.

Lin Xiaoyan's grip on her ankle became even more intimate, his thumb rubbing against her delicate skin. "So Wanwan is this sensitive."

Shen Feiwan couldn't stand him anymore. She threw off her high heels, pulled her feet back, sat on the inside of the car, turned to look out the window, and stopped talking.

Lin Xiaoyan chuckled softly.

He then put down his shoes, closed the car door, and quickly walked around to the driver's seat.

The car was driving very fast.

As Shen Feiwan watched the street scene rushing past her, her thoughts drifted back to a few dozen minutes earlier.

that time.

She took the initiative to approach Secretary Chen.

She didn't call Secretary Number Three to complain about Lin Xiaoyan or Ye Wanjie's close relationship with the Zou family, nor was she criticizing Ye Wanjie's stance as she had just told Lin Xiaoyan.

She had investigated this man before coming and knew that his only son was studying human-computer interaction abroad. Shen Feiwan had some connections in the field of computer science. Secretary Chen's only son had always wanted to pursue a doctorate under a certain academic authority, but he was struggling to find a crucial letter of recommendation.

Shen Feiwan, however, happened to have connections in this area.

It's quite a coincidence that she might not have the skills in other fields, but in IT, she's incredibly adept.

She went straight to Secretary Chen, hoping he could point her in the right direction regarding her mother, Gu Mingxi, and her older brother, Shen Xubai.

Secretary Chen was very tempted by the conditions she offered, as he didn't want his only son to take the wrong path.

But the path he pointed out to Shen Feiwan chilled her heart.