After Escaping My Paranoid Wife's Control - Chapter 9

“There’s nothing particularly important for today’s morning meeting.” It had been far too long. Song Yu had virtually no memory of things from eleven years ago.

She tapped on her tablet, scrolled through it randomly, and put on a show of saying a few platitudes. “The company hasn’t been established for long, and our client recognition isn’t high yet. So, everyone must take every project seriously and focus on building our reputation.”

The other three nodded. “Will do.”

“Understood, President Song.”

“Mm.”

Ying Man spoke up: “I’ve sent an electronic spreadsheet to the group chat. If anyone needs office supplies, fill it in. I’ll go out to purchase them tomorrow.”

Ji Minghui reported: “There is a vacant counter on the first floor of Wing On Department Store in the city center. I’ll go check it out in person after lunch. If it’s suitable, we can rent it to manage that new makeup brand we just signed.”

Song Yu remained silent.

In a moment, Ying Man would take Ji Minghui aside to discuss her dismissal.

If things went as expected, Ji Minghui would be packing her things and leaving the company within the hour. There would be no need for her to check on that vacant counter.

Ji Minghui continued her report: “For that new makeup brand, I’m also thinking of doing a ground promotion…”

The meeting room was small, and the air was stagnant.

As Ji Minghui reported her work, Song Yu caught an extremely familiar scent of citrus coming from her.

Ji Minghui loved the smell of citrus.

In their previous life, Ji Minghui had used the same citrus scented body wash for eleven years without change.

Furthermore, Ji Minghui had the habit of showering both before and after intimacy.

Consequently, every time Song Yu was intimate with her, or held her as they drifted off to sleep, she would be surrounded and enveloped by this fresh citrus scent.

Song Yu’s throat suddenly felt dry.

She swallowed hard.

It was muscle memory again.

Simply smelling the citrus on Ji Minghui triggered associations with those moments of extreme lingering passion they had shared.

Before her death in her previous life, Song Yu had been giving Ji Minghui the cold shoulder out of spite, depriving her of intimacy for several days as a form of punishment.

But that punishment was mutual.

By depriving Ji Minghui for days, she had also been suppressing herself.

Based on past experience, seven days was her limit.

Once it exceeded seven days, no matter how firm her resolve, her body would instinctively want to press against Ji Minghui.

Today was day 1, 2, 3…

After counting the days in her head, enlightenment dawned on Song Yu.

No wonder her heart was racing just from smelling the body wash.

It turned out today was already the eighth day.

When they first got together, her needs hadn’t been that high.

Coupled with her initial resistance to Ji Minghui’s control over her, their frequency of intimacy was once a week.

But Ji Minghui was very dissatisfied with that frequency. She had calculatedly pestered her, exhausted her wits to flirt, and used every means possible to seduce her.

Added to the fact that Ji Minghui truly loved her, she was willing to cooperate and submit to whatever Song Yu wanted to play or how she wanted to play it. Thus, Song Yu’s appetite had been fed larger and larger, night after night, by Ji Minghui.

Ji Minghui had even been dissatisfied with her intensity.

She was always begging her to be more aggressive, more ruthless.

In the years leading up to her death, she and Ji Minghui would spend hours every night playing, being as rough as possible.

Even during “that time of the month,” Ji Minghui would find other ways to satisfy her.

Song Yu looked up at Ji Minghui.

Ji Minghui was still seriously reporting on work. “Ground promotions have limited influence, but currently our company scale is too small to plan exhibitions or other large scale events, so…”

Watching Ji Minghui’s lips opening and closing, Song Yu narrowed her eyes slightly.

Her own limit was seven days, but Ji Minghui was even worse.

In their previous life, by the fifth day, Ji Minghui would usually be kneeling at her feet, rubbing her cheek against her knee, begging piteously for release.

And then…

Memories related to Ji Minghui surfaced uncontrollably in Song Yu’s mind.

[After it was over, Ji Minghui lay dazed beneath Song Yu, the extreme pleasure leaving her unable to think.

Song Yu patted Ji Minghui’s cheek and asked mockingly, “Is your brain fried already?”

Ji Minghui trembled slightly. Out of habit, she opened her mouth and took Song Yu’s finger between her teeth.

Song Yu curled her lip and raised an eyebrow. “Who would have thought that the dignified President Ji from the daytime would be in such a state at night?”

Ji Minghui regained a sliver of focus and reached out to wrap her arms around Song Yu’s neck. “I didn’t just become like this because it’s night.”

“I became like this because of you.”

She admitted, “Yes.”

“I am pathetic.”

“Only for you.”

Hearing this, Song Yu followed Ji Minghui’s lead and leaned in.

She had intended to be gentle.

But thinking of Ji Minghui’s preferences, she hesitated for a moment before finally kissing her with extreme force…]

The images in her memory were too clear and too stimulating.

And they were from a third person perspective.

Combined with the citrus scent lingering at the tip of her nose, it made Song Yu feel feverish with agitation.

She couldn’t be blamed for such a strong reaction.

Before, she had been spoiled by Ji Minghui, accustomed to acting willfully, playing however she wanted, whenever she wanted.

To suddenly need to go cold turkey was indeed difficult to adapt to all at once.

Song Yu took a deep breath, took off her outer coat, and draped it over the chair next to her.

Ji Minghui had just finished her report.

“President Song, do you feel hot?” Shen Lanxi, who was sitting by the door, asked considerately. “Do you need me to pour you a glass of water?”

Song Yu nodded. “I do.”

Her mouth and throat were incredibly dry, she desperately needed a drink.

Shen Lanxi stood up with a smile. “Alright.”

Song Yu instructed: “Make it ice water.”

She wasn’t just thirsty, her body felt like it was on fire. Room-temperature water wouldn’t quench this heat.

It had to be ice water.

If conditions allowed, Song Yu would have loved to jump into a cold shower immediately to clear her head.

Shen Lanxi acknowledged her again, “Okay,” and walked out.

A few minutes later, Shen Lanxi returned to the meeting room with a glass of ice water.

She placed the ice water by Song Yu’s hand.

“Thanks.” Song Yu picked up the glass and drained the ice water in one go.

Ying Man looked at Song Yu in confusion. “The air conditioning is on. Why are you so hot?”

Song Yu sighed helplessly.

Because of muscle memory!

And on top of muscle memory, there was now a withdrawal reaction.

Shen Lanxi, who had just sat down, stood up again. She said thoughtfully, “President Song, let me get you another glass of ice water.”

Song Yu shook her head. “No need.”

She smiled at Shen Lanxi and said, “I feel bad for troubling you so much.”

Shen Lanxi replied, “It’s no trouble at all.”

She joked, “You’re my boss, it’s only right that you ‘trouble’ me.”

Ji Minghui, who had been sitting silently flipping through documents, slowly raised her head upon hearing this and looked Shen Lanxi over a few times.

Shen Lanxi was a new intern at the company, sweet and delicate in appearance, with a candid and cute personality.