The Aloof CEO’s Hidden Temptation - Chapter 30.1

“It’s better when she doesn’t talk, once she does, she can irritate someone to death.”

Fu Anjun quickly patted her. “Oh, Xiao Yuan is so capable and beautiful, so many girls like this type.”

“You talk about your Xiao Yuan, look at our Xiao Hua. She’s become dull from studying; I haven’t seen her with a romantic interest for years.”

The topic naturally shifted to Fu Chaohua. Fu Chaoying and Ye Jiayuan quietly met eyes in the air and then avoided each other as if nothing happened.

After some idle chat, Fu Anjun smiled and said, “If Xiao Yuan didn’t have a partner, I’d really want to marry our Xiao Hua into your family.”

Fu Chaoying sipped her tea calmly, but Fu Chaohua nudged her arm.

Fu Chaohua explained in a voice only the two of them could hear: “My mom is joking.”

Fu Chaoying smiled and changed the subject: “Sister, do you have anyone?”

Fu Chaohua sighed, “Not yet.”

Fu Chaoying suddenly thought of someone. She glanced at Fu Chaohua and then discreetly looked away.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Ye Jiayuan lost in thought.

After eating breakfast together, Ye Jiayuan excused herself and went to the study.

Fu Chaoying watched her back, only to see her suddenly turn around. “Xiao Ying, come to my study to talk about something.”

“What could be so important that it has to be said now? Xiao Ying is supposed to play cards with us,” Chu Yiyun said, now irritated by anything her daughter said and attacking indiscriminately.

Fu Chaoying remained unfazed and smiled. “Yesterday I happened to ask Sister Jiayuan a question and didn’t get to finish. I’ll be right back. I promise not to delay the card game.”

Only then did Chu Yiyun’s tone soften: “Alright. If she’s rude to you, tell me immediately. I’ll back you up!”

Fu Chaoying chuckled. “Auntie Chu is the best.”

Fu Chaoying followed a few steps behind Ye Jiayuan.

She watched as the other opened the study door. Fu Chaoying suddenly remembered it was here that Ye Jiayuan had asked her if she wanted to be her girlfriend.

Going back even further, it was the time she broke up with Ye Yi’an. They weren’t close then, and she had asked Ye Jiayuan to be her strategic consultant, which was declined.

Images flashed through her mind. Fu Chaoying gently closed the door and turned around unnaturally, seeing the other sit at the desk.

Fu Chaoying stood there watching her, only to see her beckon with a finger.

“Come here.”

The beckoning gesture was very natural. Her expression was calm and cold, as if she really had called her in to talk about company business.

Fu Chaoying blinked and trotted over obediently. Her eyes swept over the other’s long legs, and images flashed in her mind, making her cheeks heat up. She didn’t sit down but stood beside her. “Sister?”

Before she could finish, Fu Chaoying was suddenly picked up by the waist and placed on her lap. The movement was crisp and natural, as if practiced a thousand times.

The posture was too familiar; it was just a different setting. An unknown desire rose from the bottom of Fu Chaoying’s heart.

Fu Chaoying’s throat moved. She naturally wrapped her arms around the other’s neck but didn’t take any further initiative.

Ye Jiayuan just stared at her, a certain depth in her eyes as if wanting to consume her.

Fu Chaoying felt she was about to be sucked in, but then she heard the other cough lightly. “Forgot to lock the door.”

Lock the door…

Fu Chaoying feigned ignorance and blinked. “Why lock the door?”

However, Ye Jiayuan suddenly leaned in, pressing their noses together. Her breath was like orchids, carrying a seductive intent.

The action said everything. Fu Chaoying’s breathing grew rapid, her body trembling slightly. She then climbed down from the lap. “Then I’ll go lock it.”

Fu Chaoying locked the study door and then pulled the curtains tight, blocking all light. The study instantly fell into darkness, leaving only the sound of their shallow breathing.

Downstairs, the voices of Chu Yiyun and Fu Anjun could still be heard, lively and warm.

Inside the study, the ambiguous atmosphere continued to grow.

Fu Chaoying took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She turned and slowly paced toward her, but instead of sitting on her lap, she sat on… her desk.

Ye Jiayuan silently swept her gaze over the other’s fair neck. She slowly stood up, supporting herself with both hands on either side of Fu Chaoying, trapping her in that small space as she leaned in abruptly.

Fu Chaoying’s gaze swept over her thin lips. Her throat moved, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around her neck.

“So you like this posture,” Ye Jiayuan said deeply, her voice carrying an undetectable rasp.

As she spoke, Ye Jiayuan’s hands moved to her collarbone, stroking tentatively and teasing her sensitive nerves.

Fu Chaoying’s breathing became even more rapid, and her body couldn’t help but tremble. Still, she feigned ignorance, looking at her with watery eyes, innocent yet seductive. “What do you mean? I just want to hug Sister. Doesn’t Sister like it?”

Her voice had an unnatural tremor that couldn’t be ignored.

Then she heard the person in front of her let out a small laugh, and the hand that had reached her lower half suddenly stopped.

Fu Chaoying’s expectation was met with a void again, but she suddenly felt the palms of those hands tighten, she was lifted into the air by Ye Jiayuan and then placed back onto her lap.

Sitting face to face, their bodies were closely pressed together, and a certain area suddenly felt an itch.

Fu Chaoying leaned in slightly. “Sister…”

Her voice rose at the end, her tone full of coyness and longing, like a silent invitation.

“Hmm?” Ye Jiayuan made no further movements, as if she were really just fulfilling her wish, to hug her, and nothing more.

For a long time, Ye Jiayuan remained her cold and self-controlled self, like a deity unmoved by the mortal world.

Fu Chaoying pursed her lips and didn’t lean in further. She only said, “Sister is leaving so early…”

Ye Jiayuan nodded slightly. “The flight is at three.”

Fu Chaoying leaned in to embrace her, burying her face in the crook of her neck. “Okay, then let’s hug a bit longer.”

As their softness pressed together, Fu Chaoying’s other naughty thoughts gradually faded, and she just wanted to hold her.

But the hands around her waist began to misbehave, sometimes pinching her lightly, then lifting the hem of her pajamas to stroke her skin.

Fu Chaoying squirmed in her embrace, causing a certain area to rub along with the movement.

A natural reaction was triggered. Fu Chaoying froze in panic, her body becoming tense. Then she heard the other whisper in her ear: “What’s wrong? Is it uncomfortable?”

The moist heat of her breath swirled near her ear. Fu Chaoying couldn’t help but shudder, and then she felt her earlobe being taken into the other’s mouth and sucked gently, bringing a wave of numbing pleasure.

A strong hot wind blew past her ear again. The tongue was still nipping at the earlobe. With the numbness and itching combined, Fu Chaoying couldn’t help but let out a soft moan: “Mm…”

Then she heard a low chuckle from Ye Jiayuan: “So sensitive.”

Being called out made Fu Chaoying feel embarrassed for a moment, but she felt the lips and tongue move from her earlobe, heading right toward her mouth.

The moment their tongues touched, Fu Chaoying felt a sense of satisfaction, yet a sense of emptiness rose from deep within her heart, wanting more.

Taking an inch and wanting a mile is human instinct.

Ye Jiayuan kissed her repeatedly, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily. Fu Chaoying couldn’t help but pant softly.

After a while, Ye Jiayuan released her lips and moved slowly down to her jaw and neck.

Fu Chaoying’s mind suddenly cleared. She pushed lightly on her shoulder. “Sister, don’t…”

Ye Jiayuan indeed stopped. She looked up and stared deeply at her, her voice carrying an inquiring tone: “Don’t what? Don’t you like me kissing you?”

“Don’t… leave a mark.” Fu Chaoying thought of the hickey she had worked so hard to cover this morning and spoke softly.

Ye Jiayuan paused for a moment and then said huskily, “Okay.”

However, Ye Jiayuan made no more moves, simply holding her quietly.

The atmosphere became somewhat stagnant. Fu Chaoying leaned in and kissed her cheek lightly. “Sister…”

It was as if she were coaxing her.

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze swept over the shadow below her collarbone. Her throat moved as she let Fu Chaoying kiss her lips, her eyes remaining clear.

This kiss was still clumsy.

A flash of doubt crossed Ye Jiayuan’s mind, but then her teeth were pried open.

Fu Chaoying kissed her deeply, mimicking the way she did it, but with a hint of youthful clumsiness.

Ye Jiayuan gradually responded to her kiss, and the air once again became sticky and burning.

Just as Fu Chaoying slowly moved upward and instinctively grabbed something, a few seconds later, her fingertips froze slightly.

Their kiss also came to a screeching halt. Only then did Fu Chaoying realize what she had just grabbed.

Fu Chaoying stared at Ye Jiayuan, seeing an undetectable deep ink-like color at the corners of her eyes.

Fu Chaoying curled her lips. She didn’t let go, instead, she gave it a light squeeze.

She heard Ye Jiayuan’s breathing become visibly more rapid.

Fu Chaoying was about to say something when a few urgent female voices came from downstairs.

“Xiao Ying, are you done talking? Come down and play cards, we’re missing one!”

It was Chu Yiyun calling her.