Return To The Time Before Being Toyed With By My Fiancée - Chapter 2

There was still enough time.

Ning Ruohuan calculated the things she needed to do for Luo Yanzhi later, and a faint frown gradually formed between her brows.

She had almost forgotten that Luo Yanzhi always ate slowly and methodically. Including mealtime, this one hour became quite tight.

Ning Ruohuan knelt on the mattress with both legs, the soft surface sinking naturally beneath her. She coaxed the person who was still lingering in bed: “Yanyan, it’s getting late. It’s time to get up.”

Her voice had always been gentle, and the tone she deliberately slowed and softened carried a supple texture—a soft whisper that easily captured one’s attention.

Luo Yanzhi lazily lifted her eyelids, glanced at the time, and gave a slow, lingering “Mm.” Her gaze drifted outward. “Clothes.”

Ning Ruohuan brought over the garments she had prepared long ago and personally helped Luo Yanzhi change. When it came to the suit trousers, the woman reached out and pushed her away. “Not these.”

Luo Yanzhi’s force was uneven, causing Ning Ruohuan to tilt backward. A second later, she instinctively grabbed the bedsheet to steady herself.

The person responsible for the situation squinted innocently, her eyes shimmering with fragmented light. “Sister, there’s no need to change the bottom half. They won’t see it.”

After speaking, Luo Yanzhi casually massaged the back of her neck and brushed past the person standing on the floor, leaving behind a sentence: “Just a casual breakfast is fine. I have a meeting to catch.”

Ning Ruohuan gave a helpless laugh. “Understood.”

She watched as Luo Yanzhi entered the attached bathroom. The frosted glass door closed, faintly reflecting a blurry silhouette that completely vanished as she moved further inside.

Ning Ruohuan withdrew her gaze, her palm lightly brushing the side of her face where Luo Yanzhi had touched it. A faint, genuine smile rose to the corners of her lips.

Luo Yanzhi said she loved her.

In a wonderful mood, she headed down the winding grand staircase and instructed the staff waiting in the kitchen to prepare a light, simple breakfast.

Primarily white porridge.

Before long, a steaming bowl of porridge along with several side dishes was served.

The person dressed somewhat strangely had yet to come down. Ning Ruohuan glanced at her watch.

There were forty minutes left. If she ate quickly, she would make it.

The sound of footsteps came from outside the dining room. Ning Ruohuan stopped stirring the porridge to cool it down and unconsciously leaned back, turning her head to look at the newcomer.

Luo Yanzhi pulled out a chair and sat beside her, covering her mouth as she yawned. Her elbows rested on the table, looking utterly drowsy.

Distressed, Ning Ruohuan wrapped an arm around her waist, her hand lightly patting her back.

Luo Yanzhi gave a low laugh. “Sister, are you trying to lull me to sleep?”

Ning Ruohuan froze for a moment. “I’m patting away the sleepiness for you.”

Luo Yanzhi curled her lips and leaned intimately toward Ning Ruohuan. “Feed me.”

Despite being only two years younger than Ning Ruohuan, she could utter command-like words in a coquettish tone with perfect entitlement.

And yet, Ning Ruohuan fell for it completely, feeding her with a heart full of joy.

Rushing through the meal, breakfast was finished with ten minutes remaining before the online meeting was set to begin.

Light and shadow danced within Luo Yanzhi’s pale pupils. Her expression grew much colder, her scattered laziness retreating. The soft contours of her face shifted with her expression, revealing mature edges and a sharp, piercing aura.

She adjusted her cuffs as she walked upstairs, her slender fingers sliding across the handrail. She turned, looking down from a few steps above at Ning Ruohuan. “Did you brew coffee for me?”

Ning Ruohuan hadn’t expected her to stop so suddenly and gripped the handrail instinctively. “Do you need it? I’ll go right now.”

Luo Yanzhi’s gaze swept over her right hand.

Due to the force of her grip, the bones on the back of her hand protruded, and veins entwined, giving off a strong sense of repressed desire.

She tilted her head and smiled slightly. “Then I’ll trouble you.” She descended two steps, placing her hand over Ning Ruohuan’s right hand, her tone upbeat and light. “Sister.”

Luo Yanzhi was a natural at acting spoiled. The curve of her lips and the faint, lingering touch of her fingertips all conveyed a message.

Ning Ruohuan smiled, but before she could speak, the warmth on the back of her hand vanished abruptly. Luo Yanzhi hurried up the stairs.

Ning Ruohuan checked the time again and turned to brew the coffee.

Luo Yanzhi wasn’t very picky about the type of coffee; it was best if it was bitter enough to wake her up quickly. Ning Ruohuan selected a blend according to her taste.

On her way upstairs with the coffee, a thought occurred to Ning Ruohuan. Since Luo Yanzhi was in a meeting, how could she deliver the coffee without causing a disturbance?

Usually, she would message Luo Yanzhi directly to ask if she could enter, then avoid the camera and quietly place the coffee on the office desk.

But…

Luo Yanzhi had reminded her again this morning that she didn’t like “bombardment-style” messages.

One message shouldn’t count as bombardment.

Ning Ruohuan clicked on the pinned chat.

Yanyan, the coffee is ready. Should I bring it to you now?

Luo Yanzhi must have had the chat software open, as she replied quickly: Mm-hmm.

Ning Ruohuan tried her best to slow down the turning of the doorknob, striving to keep the sound of the opening door to a minimum. She squeezed through a crack in the door.

Luo Yanzhi’s brow was sharp and serious. She sat upright, her words distant, and every sentence was concise and powerful. Compared to how she was in front of Ning Ruohuan, she possessed more coldness and a sense of distance.

Ning Ruohuan couldn’t help but let a smile surface.

She had heard that people have two different faces: one for their lover and one for outsiders.

The steaming coffee cup was placed where Luo Yanzhi could reach it. Seeing that Luo Yanzhi spared a bit of her peripheral vision for her, Ning Ruohuan suppressed her joy and pointed to herself, then to the door.

She was signaling that she was leaving.

Luo Yanzhi took one hand away from the screen and made a gesture as well.

She tapped the sofa and pointed her finger down twice.

She wanted Ning Ruohuan to sit on the sofa.

Ning Ruohuan obediently sat down, set her phone to silent, and quietly browsed the recent news.

The news was mostly trivial, focused on entertainment, and Ning Ruohuan wasn’t very interested, but it was perfect for passing the time.

Just then, a message popped up. At a glance, it looked like spam.

Ning Ruohuan glanced inconspicuously at Luo Yanzhi; the other woman was focused intently on the screen, having no time to worry about her.

Reassured, she clicked the spam message. The interface jumped, and a chat window appeared on the screen.

The contact’s name was simple and crude—Spam Information.

Boss, the matters on the A-city side are mostly handled. The obstacles have been cleared. Barring any accidents, Miss Luo’s project will proceed very smoothly.

She read the “spam” twice before replying: Well done.

Spam Information: The Boss praises me too much.

Ning Ruohuan exited the interface. A red exclamation mark was thoughtfully placed next to the message, signaling the owner to clear it quickly for safety.

She swiped casually, clicked delete, and pressed confirm. The screen was clean, as if nothing had happened.

She continued browsing mindless news.

An exclamation caught her attention, and she looked up to see it coming from the screen in front of Luo Yanzhi.

A series of “gibberish” sounds—a language that was impossible to understand—came from the speakers.

It was a new language specifically invented by “Ability Users” for communication.

Luo Yanzhi seemed to be infected by the emotion of the person on the screen. A hint of a smile appeared in her eyes as she spoke a few sentences.

The online meeting ended.

Ning Ruohuan turned off her phone. “Is it over?”

Luo Yanzhi nodded, clearly in a good mood. “News just came in. The A-city project is moving forward very smoothly. We can continue according to the original plan.”

She dropped her elite persona and hooked her finger at Ning Ruohuan.

Soft fingertips slid across her cheek. Ning Ruohuan half-knelt and felt happy for her lover. “Congratulations.”

Luo Yanzhi wickedly pinched Ning Ruohuan’s cheek and pulled her closer, her fingertip pressing against the lips of the kneeling woman, slowly probing inward.

Ning Ruohuan felt her tongue being poked—not a pleasant feeling.

“It’s too early for congratulations, Sister,” Luo Yanzhi toyed with the soft lips, poking and kneading them carelessly like a toy that had lost its favor. “If it fails at the final moment, how embarrassing would that be?”

Ning Ruohuan wanted to say it won’t happen.

With her there, how could she bear to let Luo Yanzhi show a look of disappointment?

But her lips were pinned, and the sounds in her throat were forced shut. She could only reach out and brush the back of her hand against Luo Yanzhi’s cheek, her amber eyes shimmering with a pale light.

Luo Yanzhi gripped her lower lip and pulled it outward until the lips parted, revealing the reddish-pink soft flesh inside. She let go. “Sit a while longer. I need to have a voice call with friends.”

Ning Ruohuan’s brow furrowed suddenly, and she gave a very reluctant “Mm.”

Luo Yanzhi smiled and patted her face before pressing the green “Accept” button. “Finish the rest of the coffee. Don’t waste it.”

Not much of the coffee had been drunk; more than half remained in the cup.

But Ning Ruohuan rarely drank coffee, especially bitter coffee.

Her usual diet was on the bland side. She picked up the cup by its handle and sat back on the sofa.

The voices of Luo Yanzhi’s friends came from the screen. Several voices mixed together noisily, and because they used the exclusive language of Ability Users, it sounded even more chaotic.

Luo Yanzhi lazily tapped the table.

The scene went quiet.

“Yanzhi, you drank so much last night and yet you’re up at this hour. That’s rare,” one friend said in the Ability User language.

Another joined in: “Hey, what do you know? Yanzhi has a fiancée to take care of her. Is she the same as you?”

The atmosphere chilled for a moment.

Another person quickly changed the subject: “Coming out tonight?”

The coldness on Luo Yanzhi’s face vanished. She crossed her legs and propped them up on the desk. With her formal top and pajama pants, she looked strange no matter how you viewed it.

Luo Yanzhi massaged her temples. “We’ll see.”

The previous thoughtless friend added: “Will your fiancée agree?”

Luo Yanzhi sneered. “Someone who relies on me for a living?”

In those unspoken words, anyone could understand what she meant.

Someone who is kept by me—is she even qualified to control me?

They chatted for a while before the call ended. Luo Yanzhi turned off the screen and pushed her chair back.

Communicating with friends in the Ability User language meant she didn’t have to worry about Ning Ruohuan understanding.

“Sister.” Luo Yanzhi called out to the person who had finished the rest of the coffee in one go, showing a bit of curiosity. “Come here.”

Bitterly affected by the taste, Ning Ruohuan’s slightly distorted features smoothed out as she walked over.

Luo Yanzhi took her hand, stroking it carefully as if admiring a work of art. She sighed, “Sister’s hands are very beautiful.”

She hooked her arm around Ning Ruohuan’s neck, forcing her to lean down and wrap her arms around her waist.

Ning Ruohuan had a germaphobic streak and always carried disinfectant wipes.

Luo Yanzhi fumbled around her trouser pocket for a moment, pulled out an individually wrapped one, tore it open, and seriously and carefully wiped several of her fingers.

The coldness took away some of the skin’s natural temperature. Luo Yanzhi tilted her neck and pressed Ning Ruohuan’s head down, forcing it into the hollow of her collarbone. She closed her eyes.

“Make me a little happier.”