She Seems to Struggle with Having a Wife - Chapter 32

As Teacher Yan had mentioned, the gathering had a pleasant atmosphere with no pressure to drink alcohol. Qin Mu, who was driving, only had juice. The conversations revolved around daily life and work, and even Wei Qing’an, usually a woman of few words, became unusually talkative tonight.

Qin Mu sat quietly beside her, listening without interrupting. Though she said “them,” it was really only Wei Qing’an she was focused on. Even without looking directly, her ears were perked up, attentively catching every word.

At one point, someone asked about Qin Mu’s identity. Wei Qing’an simply called her a friend, while Gao Jingchen described her as the company’s vice president. Neither mentioned anything about their romantic relationship, let alone the word “marriage.”

After all, Qin Mu didn’t know if Wei Qing’an was willing to make their relationship public, nor how long this marriage of theirs would last.

Having sat for a while, Qin Mu began to feel warm. She leaned forward, took off her coat, and casually draped it over the back of the sofa, smoothing out the hem as she did so.

Underneath her coat, she wore a halter top that revealed one shoulder, showcasing the delicate lines of her collarbone. The outfit itself was modest, but the mood lighting in the private room seemed to dance specifically for her, casting a shimmering glow that accentuated her graceful figure and added a touch of allure.

Qin Mu naturally possessed the bone structure of a cool, pure-yet-seductive beauty. With slightly heavier makeup, she could look stunning, but she usually only wore makeup for client meetings. On days without appointments, she opted for a light touch just a hint of foundation and a pale lip color.

Today, when she went to deliver a meal to Yan Huan, she had worn minimal makeup, not even lipstick. However, knowing she might see Wei Qing’an at the gathering, she had touched up her makeup in the car while waiting for Yan Huan to retrieve something, so she didn’t look too plain.

After adjusting her clothes, Qin Mu turned her head just as a burst of light flashed, momentarily blinding her. She closed her eyes, feeling slightly dizzy, and leaned back closer to Wei Qing’an, her arm brushing against hers almost like a cat nudging its owner.

Once her eyes adjusted, Qin Mu reopened them and continued listening intently to the amusing gossip.

Wei Qing’an felt the person beside her suddenly draw nearer. Turning her head, she saw Qin Mu’s exposed shoulder and her faintly smiling eyes captivatingly fixed across the room. As the light glimmered over Qin Mu’s chest, Wei Qing’an’s gaze followed. Beneath that collarbone lay soft curves she had intimately touched and caressed just the night before, and she had personally witnessed Qin Mu’s physical reactions to those touches.

Recalling the previous night, Wei Qing’an’s throat unconsciously tightened. Her body moved closer to Qin Mu almost instinctively.

Feeling a sudden weight on her shoulder, Qin Mu realized Wei Qing’an had leaned in. Thinking she might have encroached on her space, she was about to shift away when Wei Qing’an suddenly asked, “How did you end up coming with Xiao Huanzi tonight?”

They were so close that their breaths mingled as she spoke.

Qin Mu lifted her gaze, her eyes flickering.

Wei Qing’an cared deeply about this matter from the moment she answered the phone until now, it had been on her mind. Qin Mu wasn’t the type to actively seek closeness, so why would she specifically go see Xiao Huanzi on a weekend? She didn’t want to jump to messy misunderstandings.

She hadn’t had a chance to ask earlier, so she seized the moment now.

Qin Mu noticed her concern. From the moment they met at the club entrance earlier that day, Wei Qing’an had asked about it, and now she was bringing it up again. Was she really that bothered?

Qin Mu leaned in a little closer and said softly, “I was delivering a meal. Teacher Yan has been working overtime at the company with her assistant for over a week, so I let her go home to rest this weekend. But it’s not easy to ask someone else to work on the weekend, so I went myself. After dinner, Teacher Yan asked me to call you to join the gathering. That’s all.”

She explained the whole story from the beginning while observing Wei Qing’an’s expression. What was she thinking about last night’s incident? Was she simply affected by the movie’s plot?

“Qin Mu, would you like some crab meat?” Gao Jingchen suddenly called out beside her while Qin Mu was lost in thought.

Startled, Qin Mu instinctively straightened up and moved slightly away from Wei Qing’an. It was king crab, and while others at the table occasionally helped themselves, Gao Jingchen had specifically peeled a piece for her, the meat intact and fragrant. Wearing gloves, he placed it on Qin Mu’s plate.

Since he had already brought it over, Qin Mu couldn’t refuse. Picking up her chopsticks, she said, “Thank you, President Gao.”

“You’re welcome.”

Seeing her eat, Gao Jingchen smiled and continued to offer her more.

Wei Qing’an didn’t say anything beside them. She picked up her glass, took a couple of sips of red wine, and continued chatting with Sister Yue and the others.

Sister Yue was one of the only two married people in their group. Among the four friends, Lin Peini and the other girl were a couple, and the two guys were also a pair. However, because He Song changed boyfriends too frequently, the guy he was with now had only just been introduced to the group.

Midway through, Gao Jingchen went to the restroom. Wei Qing’an wanted to go as well, so she reluctantly put on her torturous high heels again. The moment her back foot slipped in, a piercing pain shot from the sole of her foot straight to her chest, even making her scalp tingle. Gritting her teeth, she forced them on.

If it weren’t for meeting Xiao Chenzi in the afternoon, she wouldn’t have touched these heels again for at least a year.

After being asked a couple of questions, Qin Mu turned around and saw Wei Qing’an about to stand up. She quickly grabbed her hand and asked, “Where are you going?”

“To the restroom,” Wei Qing’an replied.

Feeling her reaction was a bit excessive, Qin Mu let out an “oh” and lowered her gaze to Wei Qing’an’s high heels. After a moment’s thought, she stood up, held Wei Qing’an’s arm, and supported her lower back with her right hand. “Let me help you there. I need to use the restroom too.”

Wei Qing’an stared at her blankly for a few seconds. “Alright.”

Arm in arm, they made their way toward the restroom. The others were already a bit tipsy, sprawled across the large sofa, acting silly from the alcohol. He Song and his boyfriend chatted for a bit before suddenly kissing openly. Fueled by the drinks, they decided to head to a guest room to sleep.

Sister Yue teased them a little, even joking that He Song’s boyfriend should “bully” him more. Not only did He Song blush, but even Qin Mu and Yan Huan flushed several shades redder. However, when Qin Mu stole a glance at Wei Qing’an, the woman remained completely unfazed.

The private room had separate men’s and women’s restrooms. On the way, they passed through the suite’s game room, which had a pool table, mahjong tables, and other games. Qin Mu glanced back a few times before suddenly pulling Wei Qing’an to a stop. “Come with me for a moment first.”

“Huh?” Wei Qing’an was puzzled. “Where to?”

Qin Mu remained silent, supporting Wei Qing’an as they entered. She closed the door behind them and guided Wei Qing’an to sit on the leather bench against the wall. Then, Qin Mu knelt down, resting one knee on the floor, and gently lifted Wei Qing’an’s slender ankle with her right hand, carefully removing the high heels from her feet.

After taking off the left shoe, Qin Mu removed the right one as well. The backs of both heels were not just red from the bandages but had also swollen and blistered in other areas. Seeing this, Qin Mu couldn’t help but chide, “Do you not feel pain because these aren’t your feet? Are you some kind of ninja turtle?”

Though her words were scolding, her concern was evident.

Wei Qing’an hadn’t expected such attentiveness. She looked down at Qin Mu’s dark, tousled hair and felt a strong urge to reach out and ruffle it.

After speaking, Qin Mu took off her own shoes, pressing down the backs to fold them into slip-on loafers, then slipped them onto Wei Qing’an’s feet.

Once the shoes were on, Qin Mu rose, steadying herself by holding Wei Qing’an’s knees. Balancing on one leg, she removed her socks and put on Wei Qing’an’s high heels. Their shoe sizes were similar; though the heels were a bit loose on Qin Mu, they were still manageable for walking.

As she switched to the other shoe, the instability of the heels made her sway. Suddenly losing her balance, Qin Mu instinctively grabbed Wei Qing’an’s shoulder, applying more force than intended. Worried she might have hurt her, she quickly apologized, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

Wei Qing’an’s gaze remained fixed entirely on Qin Mu.

Her heart raced uncontrollably because of Qin Mu.

When Qin Mu bent over to remove the other sock, they were close enough that her long hair brushed against Wei Qing’an, carrying a faint, intoxicating fragrance. Enchanted, Wei Qing’an slowly rose and, as Qin Mu bent to put on the shoe, pulled her into an embrace.

“Huh?” Caught off guard, Qin Mu stumbled into Wei Qing’an’s arms, her hands instinctively gripping Wei Qing’an’s shoulders. Her face showed shock, her dark eyes flashing with surprise and confusion.

The high heel she hadn’t yet put on clattered to the floor, spinning a few times before settling. Qin Mu still clutched the sock she had just removed, its warmth pressing against the side of Wei Qing’an’s neck.

“What are you doing?” Qin Mu asked, her palms braced against Wei Qing’an’s shoulders as if ready to push her away at any moment.

Now wearing comfortable shoes, Wei Qing’an felt no pain in her heels. Empowered, she half-carried Qin Mu, pressing her against the door and leaning in, her left leg pinning Qin Mu’s knee. As she reached to turn off the light, darkness enveloped them, and Wei Qing’an’s kiss followed immediately.

“Mmm, ah!”

The kiss was so sudden that Qin Mu’s lips were parted without resistance, Wei Qing’an’s tongue boldly exploring and claiming her mouth.

Qin Mu hadn’t expected such an intense kiss right away. Flustered, she didn’t know how to respond, her own tongue clumsily yielding to the other’s relentless caress until she felt breathless.

The door felt cool against her back, and Wei Qing’an held her tightly. Qin Mu tried to pull away, shrinking closer into Wei Qing’an’s embrace, but Wei Qing’an misinterpreted the movement as resistance. She seized Qin Mu’s hands, pinning them behind her back, and deepened the kiss once more. Forced to open her lips again, Qin Mu frowned, enduring the storm of passion.

Outside, Gao Jingchen adjusted his clothes as he passed by.

Inside, Qin Mu was pressed against the door, consumed by a fervent kiss.

The temperature in the game room rose steadily, their intertwined breaths seeming to fill the empty space, saturating the room with an atmosphere of intimacy.

The kiss came suddenly and unexpectedly. Qin Mu didn’t understand why Wei Qing’an had lost control like this, her mind was in a daze. No matter what happened, Qin Mu never thought of refusing Wei Qing’an, but the other person seemed too rough, showing no gentleness at all.

Slowly, the door warmed under Qin Mu’s touch, and she began to respond cautiously. Wei Qing’an also learned to be gentle, loosening the grip of her hands and instead wrapping them around Qin Mu’s waist. She lowered her head, greedily exploring from the upper lip to the lower lip, then to the tip of the tongue, stirring ripples of sensation.

When they broke the kiss to catch their breath, Qin Mu clenched her socks and said seriously, “Next time, be gentler. Your teeth hit my lips, and it hurts.”

In the pitch-black darkness where they couldn’t see each other’s expressions, Wei Qing’an shifted her position. Her hand slid down to Qin Mu’s hip, drawing a seductive circle with her palm before wrapping around Qin Mu’s waist again, trapping her in an embrace.

“Okay,” Wei Qing’an replied in a low voice.

She raised her right hand, her fingertips gently stroking Qin Mu’s lower lip.

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