His Sunday Substitute - Chapter 47

After leaving Qin Wangxuan’s office, Qin Cangye carried Su Yinuo into the penthouse suite on the company’s top floor. He tore off her clothes, held her tightly against him, pressing their bodies together.

Only then did he feel a slight sense of relief.

Feeling the warmth of her embrace, he was overwhelmed with anguish. Biting her shoulder, he whispered in her ear, “Did he touch you here?”

“What are you thinking, Qin Cangye?!” Su Yinuo burst into tears. “I told you, nothing happened between us!”

His touch was rough, every movement sending waves of pain through her. Su Yinuo felt as if she might shatter under his force.

Suddenly, Qin Cangye lifted his hand, gripping her neck. He licked the slender side of her throat from below, asking, “Did he touch you here?”

“No, no!”

Tears blurred her vision as she struggled. She wanted to push him away, to explain everything clearly, but before she could speak, her delicate wrists were roughly bound with his tie.

“Then what did you do in private? Did he kiss you?”

Qin Cangye was like a madman, venting his frenzied jealousy through his wild possession.

“No, nothing! I’ve been saying nothing happened!” Su Yinuo sobbed intermittently, angry and helpless, deeply frustrated by his refusal to listen.

“You held hands, didn’t you? You hugged, didn’t you? Was it in his arms that you lost the scarf I tied for you?”

His accusations grew increasingly absurd.

Su Yinuo was too exhausted to explain further. She could only weep softly, letting Qin Cangye vent his emotions.

“Why did you go to see him in private? Is he better than me? What does he have that I don’t? How could you like him?!” Qin Cangye roared in agony. “Listen to me, Su Yinuo, Qin Wangxuan is worthless. Without me, he’d be stuck in the gutter forever, never able to rise. Without me, he couldn’t even protect his own sister. He’d follow in his father’s footsteps, becoming a slave to drugs, a complete and utter scumbag!”

Su Yinuo couldn’t comprehend what Qin Cangye was saying. Her mind couldn’t process it, and she could only furrow her brows deeply, her tears halting in shock.

But this expression was misinterpreted by Qin Cangye as hatred.

He froze for a few seconds before collapsing onto her, clutching her tightly as he choked back sobs. “Please come back to me, okay? I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong? Did my endless demands annoy you? Did what I said last night scare you? I’ll change, I promise. Please…”

Feeling the dampness on her shoulder, Su Yinuo sighed deeply. Her bound hands fell, wrapping around Qin Cangye’s neck. She turned her head to nuzzle his cheek and whispered helplessly yet tenderly in his ear, “You won’t listen to anything I say, just jumping to wild conclusions. Fine, do what you want. We’ll talk after you’ve calmed down.”

A long while later, Su Yinuo’s tears spilled over again, her moans and sobs alternating endlessly.

Tears mixed with sweat soaked the pillow, and her trembling left the bed damp in every spot.

She couldn’t resist the waves of pleasure. Her cries weren’t from sorrow, but because it was simply… simply too overwhelming.

This comfort was more intense than ever before, at times even threatening to shatter her reason. She knew it was because the man behind her was deliberately targeting all her sensitive spots.

Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough, but always just right, as if he had taken over her mind and understood every sensation she felt.

“No one could do this as well as I can, right? Su Yinuo,” he leaned down, lightly biting her earlobe, his tongue teasing the sensitive spot behind her ear over and over. Listening to her muffled sobs, he asked, “Are you crying from excitement?”

“Mm… Qin Cangye…” Su Yinuo clutched the pillow, biting her lip, only to be forced open by a series of fierce movements, letting out trembling moans.

Suddenly, Su Yinuo’s phone, which had fallen to the floor, rang. The once cheerful melody now sounded jarringly sharp, like a sharp knife slicing through the thick atmosphere of intimacy.

“Don’t move!” Qin Cangye pressed down on Su Yinuo’s waist in irritation, leaning over to pick up the phone from the floor.

The movement sent another wave of tremors through Su Yinuo, her sobs growing louder.

When Qin Cangye saw the caller’s name, his body stiffened. Then, with a mix of fury and deep jealousy, he held the phone in front of Su Yinuo and tapped to answer.

Su Yinuo lifted her tear-filled eyes, her blurred vision barely making out the name “Qin Wangxuan” on the screen.

“It’s him calling, Su Yinuo. Want to talk to him?”

Qin Cangye tightened his grip on her waist.

In the hospital room, Qin Wangxuan heard the sobs quickly turn into urgent moans. He felt extremely awkward, while listening to the two of them having sex wasn’t entirely off-limits, this was hardly the time for such indulgence, given the life-and-death situation at hand. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Su Yinuo, listen to me.”

In the bedroom, Su Yinuo couldn’t process a single word, but Qin Cangye heard every syllable from Qin Wangxuan clearly.

“Su Yinuo, listen to me. Whatever you do, don’t wear that red dress in front of Qin Cangye.”

What red dress? What red dress between you two that I don’t know about? Did you wear it just for him?

Qin Cangye completely misinterpreted Qin Wangxuan’s words, jealousy driving him mad.

“Especially at night! Never with Qin Cangye.”

Unable to take it any longer, Qin Cangye didn’t even wait for him to finish before snatching the phone and smashing it violently against the floor. With a sharp crack, the screen went black, and all sound ceased.

“Su Yinuo, you’re with me every single day. When did you ever see Qin Wangxuan at night? When exactly did this happen?!” Qin Cangye’s mind was a mess, his heart consumed by jealousy. “When were you with him? When did you wear a red dress for him?!”

In the hospital room, Qin Wangxuan stared at the disconnected call, momentarily stunned and bewildered. After a long pause, he scratched his head in frustration and muttered to himself, “Has this guy really lost it? What do I do now? What do I do?”

Su Yinuo must not die, and Qin Cangye must not lose his mind, otherwise, both his life and his sister’s would be ruined! Five years ago, it was Qin Cangye who pulled him and his sister out of the mire. It was Qin Cangye who protected them for five years, ensuring he graduated smoothly and obtained a green card, while also paving the way for his sister to pursue her dream career in the arts.

Everything Qin Wangxuan was doing now was an act of repayment.

He would follow Qin Cangye’s plan, deceive Qin Weishu into handing over his shares, then transfer them all to Qin Cangye at the opportune moment. He had no intention of coveting those shares, not only out of gratitude and reverence for Qin Cangye but also because his sister’s future was entirely in Qin Cangye’s hands.

If anything happened to Qin Cangye, no one would shield them from their leech-like father. No one would cover the exorbitant tuition for his sister’s studies at the Royal Academy of Arts. No one would leverage connections to secure her future. Most importantly, Qin Cangye still held damning secrets from their darkest days, secrets that, if exposed, would not only destroy his sister’s prospects at the academy but also drag them back into the suffocating life they had barely escaped.

So, no matter how reckless his actions might seem, he dared not defy Qin Cangye’s ultimate goal. He couldn’t bear to watch his protector spiral into self-destruction.

After a frantic moment of deliberation, he dialed Wang Yiliu’s number. “Assistant Wang, where is my brother right now?”

A few seconds of silence passed before Wang Yiliu’s icy voice replied, “The penthouse suite at the company.”

Qin Wangxuan immediately yanked out his IV and jumped out of bed. “Tell me the suite’s passcode.”

“You don’t have clearance for that,” Wang Yiliu refused flatly, her tone devoid of warmth.

“This is urgent, Sister Wang!”

“If it’s truly urgent, just knock on Vice Chairman Qin’s door.”

“What if he doesn’t answer?” Qin Wangxuan groaned in frustration. “Fine, I’ll try. But don’t leave work yet, if he doesn’t open the door, I’ll need your help.”

He hung up and rushed to the door, only to freeze in shock at the sight of Lao Yan, Qin Weishu’s right-hand man, standing outside.

Lao Yan carried a basket of fruit and frowned in confusion. “Young Master Wangxuan, where are you going in such a hurry? The master sent me to look after you, worried that the young master might cause trouble again.”

“Ah? I was just… going for a walk.” Qin Wangxuan stammered.

“You’re still injured. It’s best not to wander around.” Lao Yan’s expression darkened.

Not daring to provoke the ominous old man, Qin Wangxuan retreated to his bed, deciding to wait until dinner to slip away.

Meanwhile, in the penthouse suite atop Ronghua Capital, the frenzied beast had finally calmed slightly after hours of unrestrained fury. Yet his mind remained in chaos, still convinced that Su Yinuo and Qin Wangxuan shared an intimacy he knew nothing about. His rage had morphed into despair, and only now did he realize, even if he possessed Su Yinuo’s body, even if he held a fraction of her affection, if he couldn’t wholly claim her heart, the torment would drive him to madness.

But how could he truly possess her completely, ensuring no other man could occupy even a sliver of her heart?

He tightened his embrace around the exhausted figure beneath him, whispering pleadingly into her ear, “Nuonuo, no one could love you more than I do. No one understands you better. I’ll fulfill your every need, something Qin Wangxuan could never do. Please, don’t like him, okay?”

Su Yinuo closed her eyes, too drained to even sigh. After a long pause, she finally murmured, “I don’t like him.”

Qin Cangye’s tension eased slightly, but unease still coiled around him. His voice trembled as he begged, “Promise me you won’t see him again. Your heart must belong to me alone, alright?”

“Mhm, yeah, sure…” Su Yinuo’s reply was somewhat perfunctory.

“And you’re not allowed to wear that red dress for him either. No matter what dress it is, you can only wear it for me.”

What red dress?

Su Yinuo frowned, her hazy mind suddenly recalling the red plaid skirt Qin Weishu had given her.

She opened her weary eyes and realized night had fallen, the bedroom now shrouded in darkness.

Her body felt unbearably hot and sticky. Parting her lips slightly, she whispered, “Can you carry me to wash up?”

“Of course. Let me draw the bath first.”

Soon, Qin Cangye carried her into the warm tub. Su Yinuo’s face was pale, her gaze vacant. She couldn’t recall a single word Qin Wangxuan had said on the phone earlier. As Qin Cangye meticulously bathed her, her mind was entirely preoccupied with that crimson plaid skirt.

Maybe she should try it on? He’d already vented his emotions today, surely he’d be calmer now.

Even if he got upset again, he wouldn’t have the energy to spiral. Then she could comfort him properly, coax him into talking about the past, and untangle the knots in his heart.

And if that didn’t work, she could at least make him confront his issues and take him to see a therapist.

She couldn’t let this drag on any longer. She couldn’t bear to see him hurt himself in another emotional outburst or watch him ruin his future in a fit of madness.

“I’m hungry. Really, really hungry. Could you go buy me something to eat?” she murmured against his chest.

“Of course, Nuonuo.”

Qin Cangye lifted her out of the tub, carefully dried her hair, changed the sheets, and then carried her back to the freshly made bed.

The moment he left, Su Yinuo slipped out of bed, threw on one of Qin Cangye’s coats, and left the suite. It was already past office hours, and only a handful of people remained. Without a word, she walked straight to her desk and retrieved the gray gift box containing the crimson plaid skirt.

As she turned to leave, Wang Yiliu emerged from the inner office. Seeing Su Yinuo’s frail, exhausted frame swallowed by the oversized coat, she called out, “Su Yinuo… are you… alright?”

Su Yinuo turned and, noticing the rare concern on Wang Yiliu’s face, managed a weak smile. “I’m fine, Sister Liu.”

Back in the suite, she opened the gray box and slipped into the flowing red dress that reached her ankles. Her loose, voluminous hair cascaded down, concealing the love bites on her neck and shoulders. She turned toward the balcony, her gaze lost in the night-shrouded sky beyond.