Seduced Me into a Deep Fall - Chapter 68 (END OF MAIN STORY)

“An engagement serves as an advance notice to those around us, deterring any ill intentions. I won’t change my heart, but this can also give you more peace of mind. After all, calling off an engagement would require a formal announcement. Regardless of the hassle, both the Song family and I would face criticism for it.” Song Yi’s suggestion was reasonable.

Ling Xi was drawn to the idea, while Ling Jingqiu remained silent for the moment.

Qi Zhen pondered for a while, sensing something amiss.

“Our Xiaoxi is only eighteen. She’ll meet many people in university too. What if she changes her mind about marrying you later?”

Hearing Qi Zhen’s words, Song Yi’s lips twitched slightly.

In her heart, she thought: This possibility does exist, which is all the more reason to coax Ling Xi into getting engaged now.

Seeing Song Yi’s lack of reaction, Ling Jingqiu finally spoke again.

“Xiao Song, we’re not opposed to your relationship with Xiaoxi. It’s wonderful that she’s found someone she likes. But as parents, we naturally have our concerns.”

“Including your lifestyles, the differences in habits, and the adjustments you’ll need to make.”

Ling Jingqiu gently restrained Qi Zhen, who was about to raise another hypothetical scenario for Ling Xi.

“How about this? Let’s not consider an engagement this year. You’re both still young. Date for a year first and see how it goes, alright?”

Her words were practically final.

Song Yi couldn’t bring up any further demands.

Hearing Ling Xi’s slightly confused murmur and seeing the bewilderment in her eyes, Song Yi decided to tease her a little longer.

Ling Xi was just too adorable like this.

It made her want to toy with her a bit more.

“Mmm…” Song Yi let out a soft sound.

“Ah, sorry!” Ling Xi immediately loosened her grip, thinking she had bitten her too hard.

Song Yi opened her eyes, a few teardrops clinging to her lashes.

“Keep going,” she murmured, her gaze as soft as water, making Ling Xi blush furiously.

“Hmm? Why did you stop?” Song Yi reached out to loop her arms around Ling Xi’s neck.

“I thought I… hurt you.” At this moment, Ling Xi still didn’t realize how provocative her words were.

Her face flushed, she shifted to kneel, leaning closer to Song Yi.

“Is that so?” Song Yi blinked. “What if that sound… also comes out when it feels really good?”

Ling Xi froze, the tips of her ears turning so red they seemed about to bleed.

“Is that how it is…” Ling Xi was too embarrassed to move. She inched closer to Song Yi with effort.

“What about after a year?” Ling Xi didn’t really have any objections. From the start, she never thought her family would try to separate her from Song Yi.

“If things work out, then as Xiao Song suggested, you two can get engaged.”

“Fine.” After some thought, Song Yi agreed. It was just a delay of one year.

She could use this time to tidy up things at home. By announcing the engagement next year, Ling Xi would be even safer.

“Sweetheart, what do you think?” This wasn’t something Song Yi could decide with Ling Xi’s parents alone, she had to ask Ling Xi herself.

“We’re still dating anyway, so I think it’s fine.” Ling Xi replied guilelessly, showing no signs of hesitation.

She was honest and easy to tease.

Song Yi thought of something and subtly tugged Ling Xi’s hand.

With the cooling effect of the frozen grapes, Ling Xi finally felt a little better.

She nibbled at her food like a little hamster, prompting Song Yi to poke her puffed-out cheeks.

Ling Xi shot Song Yi a sidelong glance.

“Are you feeling a little hot?” Only then did Song Yi notice the beads of sweat on Ling Xi’s forehead.

“Huh? Oh… yeah, a little.” Ling Xi’s response was slightly delayed.

Noticing her odd state, Song Yi paused the movie and turned on the lights.

“Why are you so red?” She cupped Ling Xi’s face in her hands.

Her cheeks were flushed as red as a tomato, though not scalding to the touch just slightly warmer than Song Yi’s palms.

Forced to meet Song Yi’s gaze, Ling Xi blinked a few times before biting her lip.

“N-no, I’m fine…” Ling Xi was mortified.

She had just been thinking about kissing Song Yi.

Was that even allowed?

Should she wait until after marriage?

Would Song Yi think she was some kind of pervert for having such thoughts on their very first day together?

“But you don’t look well. Do you have a fever?” Song Yi started to get up to fetch a thermometer.

“How is she?” Ling Jingqiu wrapped an arm around Ling Xi’s shoulders.

“She’s great. Really cute.”

Qi Zhen chimed in from the side. “And loaded.”

Ling Xi turned to Qi Zhen, eyes wide with disbelief.

Sure enough, Ling Jingqiu’s expression darkened.

Before Ling Xi could defend herself, Qi Zhen added, “They might have marked each other today.”

Ling Jingqiu’s face turned stormy.

Ling Yue, watching from the sidelines, was stunned. Her little sister was way ahead of her already had a girlfriend at this age and was even playing around with marking.

Ling Xi jumped to her feet. “Mom! We didn’t!”

“Then how do you explain your reaction when I mentioned suppressants?” With her wife backing her up, Qi Zhen straightened her posture.

“I just accidentally went into a sensitive phase.” Ling Xi’s defiance faltered.

She was guilty.

And with her girlfriend nowhere nearby, she had nowhere to hide.

“Are you two still going shopping? If not, we’ll take Xiaoxi home now.” After dinner, Ling Jingqiu asked Song Yi.

“Should we?” Song Yi left the decision to Ling Xi.

“Yes. Mom, you three have been interrupting us all afternoon, and now you want to drag me away before we’ve even done anything?”

The more Ling Xi thought about it, the more annoyed she became.

“Mm. But I have bodyguards and a driver, so it’s fine.” Song Yi guessed Ling Jingqiu might want to escort her home.

“Alright. Text Xiaoxi when you get back.” Ling Jingqiu didn’t press further.

“Will do. Thanks, Auntie. See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

After the door closed, Qi Zhen ruffled Ling Xi’s hair and handed her a peace offering.

“What’s this?” The thick wrapping made it impossible to guess the shape.

“Open it in your room. We cleared out the storage room—your sister won’t bother you tonight.” That was Qi Zhen’s second apology.

Now that their youngest had turned 18, they finally gave each child their own room.

“Yay!” Ling Xi was thrilled.

Ling Yue, who had other places to stay, didn’t mind.

“You’re seeing each other again tomorrow? Isn’t it a workday?” She wondered how busy a big-shot CEO like Song Yi usually was.

She herself was swamped rarely getting a weekend off, only to waste an entire afternoon tailing her little sister. Ling Yue had complaints.

“Right, I’m going to accompany her at work. I don’t have anything else to do anyway.”

“That’s fine. It’ll be good for you to see her work environment. Xiao Xi, there’s indeed a big gap between our family and hers. A casual meal for her might cost as much as your monthly allowance.” Ling Jingqiu shook Qi Zhen off her lap.

Then she wrapped an arm around Ling Xi’s shoulders. “But baby, don’t worry. If she tries to bully you with her status, we won’t take it lying down.”

“Mom. I know. Sister Song doesn’t seem like that kind of person.”

Ling Xi truly had a wonderful family that would fully support her in anything she wanted to do.

“Just in case, I had to say this in advance. At worst, we can move to another city, or even overseas.”

Because Ling Xi had gotten such a girlfriend, Ling Jingqiu had mentally reviewed all the people she knew.

“Alright, I understand. Don’t worry, Mom and Dad, I’m not that naive.”

“Good girl. We’ll increase your allowance. Even though she’s wealthy, we can’t rely entirely on her. You two should be equals not just in personality, but financially and emotionally too.”

Ling Jingqiu held her daughter close, whispering advice.

“Let me teach you a little trick. You don’t need to return gifts of equal value, just what’s within your means. If she treats you to a Michelin-starred dinner, you can take her out for skewers. If she complains about that, she’s not worth dating. If she doesn’t, your relationship will grow even stronger.”

Ling Xi nodded. “Got it, Mom. Stop worrying so much, Sister Song and I will be fine. I’m going to rest now!” She was eager to unwrap her gift.

“Go ahead.”

Ling Xi entered her room and peeled away the multiple layers of wrapping to find a rather strange-looking outfit.

Holding it up to herself, she blushed.

But she was somewhat pleased and quietly put it away.

The next day, driven by some inexplicable impulse, Ling Xi packed the entire set into her bag.

She got into Song Yi’s car, who kissed her.

Leaning against Song Yi, Ling Xi said, “I missed you so much, sis.”

“Me too. I have a meeting at nine, but I’ll be free in the afternoon. What do you plan to do this morning?”

Song Yi held her, even considering whether she should start driving Ling Xi’s family to work in the future.

“I brought my tablet to draw.”

After some thought, Song Yi decided against the absurd idea of bringing her girlfriend to the conference room to sketch.

Once Ling Xi was settled, Song Yi left to prepare for her meeting.

Ling Xi obediently spent the morning drawing in the office.

She chatted with friends and played games.

Her day was like that of any kid stuck at home during summer break.

The temperature in Song Yi’s office was just right.

There was even a fridge, where the cake Song Yi had prepared for her sat.

Glancing at her bag, Ling Xi figured she wouldn’t need its contents today.

She ordered Song Yi a bouquet, timed to arrive just before the meeting ended.

Returning to her office, Song Yi was delighted to see the flowers.

“Did you get these?” She plucked one and tucked it behind Ling Xi’s ear.

“Such fresh flowers.” Stroking it lightly, she kissed Ling Xi’s nose.

“I’m glad you like them. I saved half the cake for us to share.”

Ling Xi never imagined that the items in her bag would come in handy one day.

On a Friday in August, Song Yi had already wrapped up her weekend tasks early.

Unable to leave work ahead of time, she locked her office door and immediately draped herself over Ling Xi.

They had been dating for over a month, and Ling Xi no longer felt the initial shyness.

Adjusting her position, she held Song Yi tighter, nuzzling her face. “Sis… today I want to…”

“We’ll eat first when we get home, and then we’ll…”

She was eager, but Song Yi was even more impatient.

This week, Song Yi had been swamped with work, managing only half an hour of affection with Ling Xi each day.

There was no time for anything more.

“I have a break room,” Song Yi murmured, her fingertips resting on Ling Xi’s shoulders.

“Baby, there’s a bed in there. And a shower.” Just those words alone carried a heavy implication.

Not to mention, Song Yi’s voice was deliberately lowered soft, sticky, laced with a tremble that plucked at Ling Xi’s heartstrings.

“But, isn’t this the office?” Ling Xi didn’t even know why she was hesitating.

“Wouldn’t it be  inappropriate?”

“We’re going to the break room, not staying here.” Song Yi licked Ling Xi’s cheek.

“Unless, baby, if you want to do it here, I wouldn’t mind.”

The door was already locked, after all. To Song Yi, the location didn’t matter.

“Let’s just stay here. I haven’t sweated much don’t complain.”

With that, Song Yi grabbed Ling Xi’s hand and pressed it against her own collar.

“Mmm… I wouldn’t complain about you.” Ling Xi’s fingers trembled, but her actions were honest.

“I-I’ll put on a condom.” Her breathing was already uneven.

Song Yi draped her outerwear loosely over herself covering nothing as she leaned against the sofa nearby.

Her eyes flickered up, hooking Ling Xi with a single glance.

Ling Xi felt as if her soul had left her body, floating straight to Song Yi.

Her physical self remained, mechanically putting on the condom.

Then, Ling Xi stripped herself bare, rummaging through her bag for something she had forgotten to take out earlier.

Song Yi recognized it at a glance. “No wonder my little darling was in such a hurry. You came prepared.”

Without hesitation, Song Yi snatched the set from Ling Xi’s hands.

“Hey—” Ling Xi had wanted to put it on herself.

“What’s the point of wearing it if you’re on top?” Song Yi changed quickly.

The paleness of her skin made Ling Xi dizzy.

“Did you really lock the door?” Before starting, Ling Xi stared at Song Yi’s outfit, her head burning.

“Definitely.” Song Yi reached out, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Come on. If you want to use that too, go ahead.”

Following her gaze, Ling Xi noticed the ropes attached to the outfit.

“N-no, let’s not!” To stop Song Yi from saying anything even more outrageous, Ling Xi bit down on her lips.

She kissed her fiercely, and Song Yi trembled intermittently.

Tears welled up, and Ling Xi gently wiped them away, deepening the kiss.

Just as they were about to pull apart, Ling Xi heard footsteps outside the door.

She froze, but Song Yi ignored it, wrapping her arms around Ling Xi’s neck and biting down on those troublesome lips.

“Mmph…” Forced to lower her head, Ling Xi listened as the footsteps grew closer.

The door was locked, but Song Yi hadn’t forbidden anyone from approaching her office.

Besides, with everything going on lately, it wasn’t unusual for someone to come looking.

Ling Xi tensed, but her hands didn’t stop moving.

The sound of footsteps faded, but Ling Xi remained on high alert.

She kept her hand firmly over Song Yi’s mouth, preventing any sound from escaping.

“Hah?” Song Yi couldn’t take the suffocation any longer and pushed Ling Xi back slightly, gasping for air.

Yet Ling Xi stubbornly bit down on her cheek, refusing to let go.

“Someone’s there. Keep quiet.” If she could hear footsteps, the soundproofing here clearly wasn’t great.

“Mmm…” Song Yi tried to control herself.

But today, Ling Xi was more aggressive than usual so much so that in her panic, she didn’t hold back her strength.

Song Yi couldn’t take it. The sounds escaped on their own.

Ling Xi didn’t hear the footsteps retreating and refused to stop. For the next two minutes, she focused on making Song Yi feel good while keeping her silent.

Until a sudden knock at the door startled her into pulling back.

Song Yi, however, wasn’t about to let her go. She nuzzled against her, urging her to lower her head.

“Director Song?” The voice belonged to Song Yi’s secretary.

With Ling Xi’s hand still covering her mouth, Song Yi couldn’t respond.

Not that she intended to. But the heightened tension only made her more sensitive.

“Strange,  Did she leave?” After two minutes of silence, the secretary muttered to herself and walked away.

Only when the footsteps faded completely did Ling Xi finally relax.

“You’re so mean,” Ling Xi said, withdrawing her hand.

She felt like she was about to be crushed.

“What did I do?” Song Yi’s eyes glistened with tears, all Ling Xi’s doing.

“You’re the one who’s mean. So domineering just now. Didn’t even think about being gentle.”

Her lashes lowered, veiling her gaze, but the shimmer in her eyes was unmistakable.

It made Ling Xi’s heart skip, and she couldn’t resist kissing her again.

“See? Just like this.” This time, when they parted, Song Yi blinked, and a tear rolled down.

Her pitiful gaze met Ling Xi’s, but Ling Xii was used to her antics and felt no sympathy.

“Wasn’t it you who pulled me in? I wanted to stop. But you bit me and wouldn’t let me go.” It was the first time Ling Xi realized Song Yi could be so forceful.

Song Yi chuckled. “Ah, I can’t hide anything from you anymore.”

It seemed they were growing more attuned to each other. Tricks that worked last month no longer had any effect.

“Do you really crave excitement that much?” Ling Xi hovered over Song Yi, her voice deceptively sweet but laced with something sharper.

“Mmm… With things like this, the more thrilling, the better.”

Ling Xi licked away the tear trailing down Song Yi’s cheek. “Then…”

She lifted Song Yi and carried her into the lounge, laying her down on the single bed.

“You asked for it.” Ling Xi retrieved the unused rope from earlier.

“Mhm.” Song Yi obediently raised her hands.

“No stopping.”

Song Yi lifted her leg slightly, watching Ling Xi with a gaze that urged her on.

Three hours later, Song Yi regretted it.

“Sweetheart,  How are you still?” It was almost time to leave work.

Her voice was hoarse, punctuated by uncontrollable whimpers as she begged Ling Xi to stop.

“Didn’t you want excitement?” Ling Xi eased up slightly. “Can’t handle it anymore, jie?”

“No…” Song Yi squirmed, only for Ling Xi to flip her over.

“I can keep going.” She’d never be the first to admit defeat.

Three hours was nothing compared to their limits.

“But it’s almost time to get off work. Are you really okay, sis?” Ling Xi’s voice whispered in Song Yi’s ear.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Song Yi bit down on Ling Xi’s finger. “I’m the boss here.”

Ling Xi let out a soft laugh. “Then, my esteemed boss, please accept my love for you.”

“Mmm…” Any trace of pride quickly left Song Yi.

They kept at it until well past seven.

Only when Song Yi insisted they go home for dinner did Ling Xi finally relent.

Trembling, Song Yi leaned against Ling Xi as they got into the car.

“You really are…” This young girl was insatiable terrifyingly so.

“Do you still like it, sis?” Yet Ling Xi looked perfectly innocent now, as if she hadn’t just left Song Yi’s wrists red, her waist aching, and her neck covered in marks that would take days to fade.

Ling Xi had gotten skilled, she could even time how long the hickeys lasted, ensuring they wouldn’t interfere with Song Yi’s work.

Song Yi shot her a glance, faintly displeased.

Ling Xi nuzzled against her shoulder. “If you really don’t like it, I’ll be more careful next time.”

She sucked lightly on Song Yi’s earlobe, earning only a shiver in response.

“Sis?” Ling Xi hesitated.

Song Yi merely clutched her sleeve.

“Don’t… don’t talk. I’m getting a little…”

The partition between the front and back seats shielded them from the driver’s view.

So Song Yi guided Ling Xi’s hand downward.

Ling Xi touched the slick warmth, teasing its soft folds.

“Wait until we get home..” Song Yi shuddered again.

This month, Ling Xi had arranged with her family to spend weekends at Song Yi’s place. Neither of their mothers objected.

Knowing they had the whole night ahead, Song Yi rested against Ling Xi, not daring to move too much.

Ling Xi behaved mostly just gently massaging her.

She kissed Song Yi’s temple, waiting until they got home.

That half-hour wait led to them fooling around well past midnight.

Song Yi couldn’t just lie there forever.

When Ling Xi’s hands grew tired, Song Yi took a break, then slipped the muzzle from earlier onto her.

She teased Ling Xi, denying her release.

Only when Ling Xi’s eyes reddened, left as desperate as Song Yi had been earlier, did Song Yi finally take care of her properly.

She removed the muzzle.

Listening to Ling Xi’s soft whimpers in her ear, Song Yi finally understood why Ling Xi loved this so much and why she sometimes lost control.

Past 1 a.m., they finally collapsed, too exhausted to even shower before falling asleep.

The next morning, Song Yi woke still holding Ling Xi, kissing her hair.

“My sweet little…”

She paused, clearing her throat.

“Ahem. Sweetheart.”

“What’s wrong…?” Ling Xi’s voice was hoarse too.

“Can I take charge more often?” Song Yi buried her face in Ling Xi’s neck.

“Sure… ahem, sure.”

“Let’s rest this morning. I’ll have lunch delivered. Sleep a little longer.” Seeing their state, Song Yi knew they’d just get drowsy again after bathing.

And so the summer passed.

When Ling Xi started school, three family members came to see her off, along with Song Yi.

The senior student assigned to guide Ling Xi, struck by her beauty, had been scheming to get her WeChat first.

Until Song Yi appeared.

“Sweetie, one of your roommates has arrived and is waiting for you. Got held up by the student union?”

Having been through college herself, Song Yi was well aware of these little schemes.

“Right, I’ll just fill out this form and be right there.” Ling Xi had initially been somewhat interested, but at Song Yi’s call, she hastily completed the form in a rather sloppy manner.

“Already taken,” sighed a senior student council member with a click of her tongue.

“Kind of envious. But that omega looks pretty impressive too.” The group hadn’t gotten a clear look at Song Yi’s face, but just from her figure and demeanor, they knew Ling Xi was out of their league.

“I just spoke with your moms. We agreed you’ll stay in the dorm your first year. Starting sophomore year, if you want, we can live together,” Song Yi whispered to Ling Xi.

“Then I definitely don’t want to stay in the dorm. I’ll make friends during the first year, and next year we can get engaged and move in together.” Ling Xi grew excited at the thought.

Hearing she hadn’t forgotten about their engagement plans, Song Yi was thoroughly satisfied. She wrapped an arm around Ling Xi as they walked from the first floor all the way to the fifth.

This public display throughout the dormitory effectively reduced the number of potential rivals.

When freshman year ended and final exams were over, Ling Xi collapsed into Song Yi’s arms like a dried-up salted fish.

Her roommates, seeing the situation, tactfully made themselves scarce. However, her three close friends gathered around.

“Xi, you promised to treat us to dinner,” said He Qingmo, wanting to sling an arm over Ling Xi’s shoulders but hesitating under Song Yi’s gaze.

“You’re getting engaged, shouldn’t you spend more time with us before then?”

Ling Xi, clinging to Song Yi, glanced at her. “I’m just getting engaged, it’s not like she’s kidnapping me.”

“Anyway, if you won’t treat us, make your fiancée do it,” He Qingmo said, her mind fixated on hotpot.

“I’ll treat. I’ve earned some money from my art. Let’s go. I already made reservations.”

Ling Xi waved them along as they piled into Song Yi’s car. Song Yi had specifically brought a three-row vehicle today. The three friends squeezed into the middle row, leaving the back for Ling Xi and Song Yi.

The couple began discussing details for their engagement party. Though the actual wedding was years away, the engagement was still a milestone that shouldn’t be too casual.

Listening to their plans, Jiang Yuyang remarked, “Never thought little Xi would be the first among us to get married.”

“Not necessarily. You’re older, you could beat her to it. Didn’t you say you had a crush recently?”

“What crush?” Ling Xi’s head suddenly popped between the seats.

“I thought you liked my sister? Changed your mind?” When it came to rumors about Ling Yue and Jiang Yuyang, Ling Xi was always first in line.

“…It is your sister. I’ll work hard to marry before you do.” Jiang Yuyang poked Ling Xi back into her seat.

Ling Xi landed right in Song Yi’s arms, instantly relaxing as she nuzzled against Song Yi’s cheek and pulled up the partition.

“…Prioritizing romance over friendship!” He Qingmo scolded from the front row.

But Ling Xi wasn’t listening anymore, too absorbed in imagining with Song Yi about their engagement night marking.

They chose an auspicious date in August. Song Yi invited nearly everyone she knew, formally introducing Ling Xi to them all. Not to be outdone, Ling Xi’s two mothers invited everyone they could to support her. Ling Xi herself invited a few friends.

Her friends sat at the first table, surrounded by important figures they didn’t recognize. Their casual jokes with these VIPs earned them admiring glances from those nearby.

Amidst the blessings of family and friends, Ling Xi, dressed in the gown Song Yi had custom-made for her a year in advance, walked gracefully with Song Yi from outside the venue onto the stage.

There were no veiled or overt looks of disdain, no coercion or manipulation, and no absence from either side’s relatives.

Only two people deeply in love, stepping over scattered petals, exchanging rings and a lifelong vow with a kiss amidst applause.

“That’s the end. How was it?” Song Yi gently stroked Ling Xi’s hair.

“Perfect,” Ling Xi murmured, nestled in her arms, her eyelids drooping as her restless heart settled into calm.

“I think there must be a world out there where we’re just like this no turbulence, no obstacles, living together in simple, boundless happiness.”

Ling Xi chuckled, pulling Song Yi back onto the bed.

“Yeah. Sleep now, sweetheart. Tomorrow’s wedding will be exhausting.”