After Escaping My Paranoid Wife's Control - Chapter 9

“Today’s morning meeting has no important matters.” Since it was too far back in time, Song Yu basically had no impression of things from eleven years ago.

Therefore, she turned on her tablet computer, flipped through it casually, and put on an appearance of seriousness while speaking a few pieces of polite, cliché advice, “The company has not been established for very long, and the clients’ level of recognition toward us is not high, so everyone must treat every single project in your hands with serious care, and accumulate more good reputation.”

The other three people nodded…

“Alright.”

“Understood, President Song.”

“Mm.”

Ying Man said, “I have sent an electronic spreadsheet into the group chat; if anyone needs any office supplies, just add and fill them in there, and I will go and procure them tomorrow.”

Ji Mingsui reported, “At the Yongan Shopping Mall in the city center, a counter on the first floor has become vacant. I will go to the actual location to take a look after finishing lunch. If there are no problems, we can rent it to operate that new makeup brand we just signed.”

Song Yu did not speak.

In a short while, Ying Man would look for Ji Mingsui to talk about the dismissal.

If no unexpected things occurred, within an hour Ji Mingsui would pack her things and leave the company, so that counter that became vacant would not need Ji Mingsui to go and look at it either.

Ji Mingsui continued to report, “For that newly signed makeup brand, I also want to do a ground promotion…”

The meeting room was relatively small, and the air did not circulate well.

When Ji Mingsui was reporting her work, Song Yu smelled an extremely familiar scent of citrus coming from Ji Mingsui’s body.

Ji Mingsui liked the scent of citrus very much.

In her past life, Ji Mingsui had used a certain citrus-scented body wash for eleven years, as consistently as a single day.

Furthermore, Ji Mingsui had the habit of taking a shower both before and after the event.

Therefore, every time she became intimate with Ji Mingsui, as well as when she held Ji Mingsui in her arms to fall asleep after the intimacy, she would be surrounded and enveloped by this fresh citrus scent on Ji Mingsui’s body.

Song Yu instantly felt a bit of dry heat in her mouth and tongue.

She swallowed her saliva.

It was muscle memory again.

It resulted in the fact that as soon as she smelled the citrus scent on Ji Mingsui’s body, she would associate it with those moments of utmost tenderness and passion when she was together with Ji Mingsui.

Before her death in her past life, because she was throwing a silent tantrum at Ji Mingsui, she had left Ji Mingsui hanging for several days in a row, treating it as a punishment toward Ji Mingsui.

But this kind of punishment was two-way.

She had left Ji Mingsui hanging for several days, which meant she herself had also held back for several days.

According to past experience, seven days was her limit.

Once it exceeded seven days, even if her willpower were any firmer, her body, because of habit and inertia, would uncontrollably want to press itself onto Ji Mingsui’s body.

Today is the 1st, 2nd, 3rd…

After counting the days in her heart, Song Yu came to a sudden realization.

No wonder she had only smelled the scent of the body wash on Ji Mingsui’s body, yet her heart was already burning with restlessness.

So it turned out today was already the eighth day.

When she first got together with Ji Mingsui, her demand was actually not this large.

Coupled with the fact that at that time she extremely resisted Ji Mingsui’s control over her, the frequency of her intimacy with Ji Mingsui was once a week.

However, Ji Mingsui was very dissatisfied with this frequency, so she deliberately entangled her, racked her brains to tease her, and thought of every possible way to seduce her.

Plus, Ji Mingsui truly loved her, so no matter how she wanted to play or what she wanted to play with, Ji Mingsui was willing to cooperate with her and submit to her; therefore, her appetite was fed larger and larger by Ji Mingsui, night after night.

Ji Mingsui was also dissatisfied with her intensity.

She always begged her to be a bit more fierce and a bit harder.

By the last few years before her death, she and Ji Mingsui would play for several hours every single night, doing it as hard as possible.

Even if it was her physiological period, Ji Mingsui would also use other methods to satisfy her.

Song Yu raised her eyes to look at Ji Mingsui.

Ji Mingsui was still seriously reporting her work, “The influence of ground promotion is small, but currently our company’s scale is too small, and we do not have the ability to plan exhibitions or any other kind of large-scale activities, therefore…”

Looking at Ji Mingsui’s lips that were opening and closing, Song Yu slightly narrowed her eyes.

Her limit was seven days, but Ji Mingsui was even worse than her.

In her past life, generally by the fifth day, Ji Mingsui would tolerantly kneel by her leg, rubbing her cheek against her knee, begging her in the utmost humility to give her a swift gratification.

And then it was…

Memories related to Ji Mingsui appeared uncontrollably in Song Yu’s mind.

[After it ended, Ji Mingsui lay beneath Song Yu’s body in a daze, the ultimate pleasure forcing Ji Mingsui into a state where she could not think.

Song Yu used her hand to pat Ji Mingsui’s cheek, asking sarcastically, “Are you silly just from this?”

Ji Mingsui trembled slightly; she habitually opened her mouth and took Song Yu’s finger into her mouth.

Song Yu raised the corners of her mouth, arched her eyebrows, and said, “Who could have thought that the President Ji, who looks like a proper human being during the day, would actually be of this virtue at night.”

Ji Mingsui returned to her senses slightly, and reached out her arms to hug Song Yu’s neck, “I didn’t turn into this virtue only when it became night.”

“I turned into this virtue because of you.”

She admitted, “Yes.”

“I am just cheap.”

“Cheap only toward you.”

Hearing this, Song Yu followed Ji Mingsui’s meaning and opened her mouth.

She originally wanted to be gentler.

But thinking of Ji Mingsui’s preference, she hesitated for a moment, and in the end, she still kissed down with extreme force…]

The images in her memory were too vivid, and also too stimulating.

And it was from a third-person perspective.

Matching with the citrus scent that lingered at the tip of her nose, it stimulated Song Yu into a state of extreme restlessness and heat.

It really could not be blamed on her having a large reaction.

Previously, she had been spoiled by Ji Mingsui and was accustomed to acting willfully, playing however she wanted to play and playing whenever she wanted to play.

Suddenly needing to withdraw, it was indeed very difficult for her to adapt to it for a short while.

Song Yu took a deep breath; she took off the jacket on her body and draped the jacket over the chair beside her.

Ji Mingsui happened to finish her report.

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

Song Yu nodded, “I need it.”

Her mouth and tongue were dry and parched to a severe degree right now, and she urgently needed to drink water.

Shen Lanxi smiled and stood up, “Alright.”

Song Yu instructed, “I want ice water.”

Not only were her mouth and tongue dry and parched right now, but her body was even more burning hot; water at room temperature simply could not relieve this kind of burning restlessness.

It had to be ice water.

Which is to say, the conditions did not permit it; if the conditions permitted it, Song Yu wished she could immediately go and take a cold shower to cool down properly.

Shen Lanxi responded again, “Alright.”

Then she walked out.

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

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

“Thank you.” Song Yu picked up the glass and drank the ice water inside in one gulp.

Ying Man looked at Song Yu with confusion, “The air conditioner is turned on, why are you still hot to this extent?”

Song Yu let out a helpless sigh.

Because of muscle memory!

And besides muscle memory, a withdrawal reaction was now added to it.

Shen Lanxi, who had just sat down, saw this and stood up again; she said considerately, “President Song, let me go and pour another glass of ice water for you.”

Song Yu shook her head, “No need.”

She smiled and said to Shen Lanxi, “Always troubling you makes me feel quite embarrassed.”

Shen Lanxi said, “It doesn’t matter.”

She joked, “You are my boss, no matter how much I am troubled, it is as it should be.”

Ji Mingsui, who had been sitting silently on the side flipping through materials, heard these words and slowly raised her head, sizing up Shen Lanxi for a few glances.

Shen Lanxi was a newly arrived intern in the company; her appearance was sweet and delicate, and her personality was straightforward and cute.

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