The Person I Love Who Has Been Missing For Three Years - Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Song Xiangwan Enjoys It (6k Collection…)

Song Xiangwan’s teeth lightly pressed against Ming Jin’s earlobe, gently pushing. Like a kitten biting playfully, after the bite, her tongue licked over the spot.

She took Ming Jin’s wrist, placing Ming Jin’s hand on her waist. Her T-shirt was already rolled up and messy, and the warm, soft touch pressed against her skin.

The seductive temptress was not satisfied with this. She guided Ming Jin’s fingers to slip through the gap in her pants.

The fingertips touched the soft, lace edge.

Ming Jin couldn’t help but hook her finger, then release it, the slight tension like a gentle tease.

“Bad woman…” Song Xiangwan murmured, pressing her lips into Ming Jin’s neck. Leaning against the space between Ming Jin and the office desk, she stood up, her hips resting against the documents on the table.

Whoosh! All the documents were suddenly shoved inward, some teetering and then falling to the floor.

She then leaned back, half-sitting on the desk, tilting over to lightly lick Ming Jin’s lips: “Ah Jin, do I smell better than these documents?”

Ming Jin lifted her head, her lips lightly chasing Song Xiangwan’s tongue. Their breaths mingled.

Her fingers, resting on Song Xiangwan’s leg, tightened slightly. The cool feel of the home pants, and the soft touch upon entry, the warmth transmitted through the thin fabric.

“Stingy,” Ming Jin whispered, but her lips and eyes were filled with layers of irrepressible laughter.

Deliberately pushing the documents aside and occupying the most prominent position herself. A petty, jealous, attention-seeking cat, utterly adorable.

“Yes, I’m stingy. What about it?” Song Xiangwan declared righteously. She reached out to undo Ming Jin’s buttons, her phoenix eyes smiling. “You don’t like it?”

“If you don’t like it, I’m going to leave now.” After unbuttoning the shirt, her fingertips rested on Ming Jin’s neck, lightly tracing and caressing her collarbone.

“Be a generous and proper woman from now on. Not petty, not jealous, not throwing tantrums…” She said this, smiling triumphantly at Ming Jin.

“You dare?” Ming Jin’s hand pressed on her waist, pulling her forward forcefully.

Song Xiangwan followed the pull, landing in front of Ming Jin. She hugged Ming Jin’s waist, nestled in her arms, and buried her face, laughing softly.

Ming Jin pressed her knuckles against Song Xiangwan’s chin, making her lift her head. Their eyes met. Those beautiful phoenix eyes were flirtatious, gazing at her with a smile.

“What are you laughing about?” Ming Jin asked softly, her fingertips lightly brushing her cheek.

“Ah Jin likes me so much.” Song Xiangwan’s eyes curved. She rubbed against Ming Jin’s palm, sweetly obedient. “Ah Jin, Mommy… why do you like me so much?”

“Hands,” Ming Jin’s eyes darkened, and she said flatly.

She looked obedient, and her tone was obedient, but her hands were restless, moving up and down, having already undone Ming Jin’s clothes into a mess.

“To sleep, you have to take off clothes, of course.” Song Xiangwan’s wrist was held, but she showed no sign of admitting fault, looking at Ming Jin with wide, innocent eyes.

“Be good…” Ming Jin was somewhat helpless. She swept aside the hair near her temples and pressed her thumb on those soft lips. “Be good, okay?”

“You’re not good. You said you’d rest early. What time is it now?” Song Xiangwan was not one to take a loss. She opened her mouth and bit back.

She bit down and didn’t let go, holding Ming Jin’s fingertip, looking at her angrily.

There was a slippery sensation as Song Xiangwan’s tongue lightly licked her fingertip repeatedly. This cat was practically teasing her.

“Good girl…” Ming Jin took a long breath, suppressing the unrest in her heart. “Just two more documents. I’ll be done immediately, okay?”

“Fine, two it is. I’ll stay right here and watch you. I’ll give you ten minutes.” Song Xiangwan sat down on the floor beside Ming Jin, resting her head on Ming Jin’s knee.

“Get up. The floor is cold.” Ming Jin reached out and pulled, but couldn’t get her up.

“I’ll sit here. If you don’t finish, let me freeze to death.” Song Xiangwan hugged Ming Jin’s legs, her gaze intense and determined.

Ming Jin: “…” This cat had found a way to threaten her.

Forget it. I’ll just have to quickly skim through these last two.

But… two minutes later, Ming Jin’s gaze slowly shifted from the document to Song Xiangwan, her eyes deep.

Before Ming Jin could speak, Song Xiangwan looked innocent: “What’s wrong? I’m waiting for you obediently, aren’t I?”

“Obedient?” Ming Jin’s voice rose slightly. She pulled Song Xiangwan’s hand out of her clothes and placed it on her knee. “Keep it right here. No moving.”

If a cat were obedient, it wouldn’t be a cat. The more you don’t want her to do something, the more she will do it.

Over the next three minutes, Ming Jin patiently pulled the cat’s paw out of her clothes no less than ten times.

Yet, the cat was righteous: “I’m timing you! Three minutes are gone. You have seven minutes left…”

With all this harassment, for Ming Jin to finish even one document in ten minutes was a testament to her self-control.

Ming Jin grabbed both her wrists, held them down on her knee, and then looked at the document.

As she scanned to the end of the page, her hand lifted, and the restless paw also lifted.

Ming Jin pulled her hand back, catching it instantly, meeting Song Xiangwan’s smiling, relaxed eyes. Her smile was innocent, yet held a hint of triumphant arrogance.

Ming Jin reached out and opened the nearby drawer, pulling out a highly flexible piece of fabric. In a few quick motions, she looped it around Song Xiangwan’s wrists, tied a knot, and secured them.

“Ming Jin, why do you have something like this in your study?” Song Xiangwan stared at the flesh-colored stockings tying her up, her eyes wide.

Ming Jin looked at it and decided it wasn’t secure enough. She untied it.

Song Xiangwan rubbed her wrists: “Hmph, so you do care about me.”

“Turn around.” Ming Jin’s tone was flat. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

“You!” Song Xiangwan glared with her phoenix eyes, pouting. “This is bondage! This is imprisonment! This is abuse!”

“Are you turning around?” Ming Jin simply asked this one question.

Song Xiangwan immediately turned around obediently, placing her hands behind her back. Her voice held a little anticipation: “Tie it tighter. It was too loose just now.”

“It’ll come undone if I struggle. That won’t do.”

With her wrists tied, she turned back and sat down at Ming Jin’s feet, looking up at Ming Jin with wide, expectant eyes: “Should I tie one around my neck?”

She lifted her chin, exposing her smooth neck, smiling invitingly, ready to be led to the slaughter, full of anticipation.

Ming Jin: “…” I only wanted to restrain her. How did it turn into this scene… I feel a little… tempted…

“Be good.” Ming Jin reached out and pressed down on the fluffy head.

Ming Jin’s fingers gripping the document tightened. She looked down, but only saw a docile expression.

She wasn’t misbehaving, just resting her chin obediently on Ming Jin’s knee, looking up at her pitifully: “What’s wrong? I’m being so good.”

“…” Ming Jin took a deep breath. Sharing a room with this cat required tremendous self-control.

The last two documents were a blur. Very little information entered her mind. And when the ten minutes were up, the cat became relentless.

Finally, she obediently returned to the room. When she came out of the bathroom after showering, she saw the cat playing with the stockings on the bed, having tied herself up like a dumpling.

Her bright eyes looked over: “Ah Jin, Ah Jin, is this how you do it?”

“No.” Ming Jin lowered her eyelashes and went over to untie her.

“No… then why is your… face flushed?” Song Xiangwan whispered, her voice laced with unconcealed amusement.

“Why do you have this in your study?” Song Xiangwan relentlessly pursued the question.

“Were you… planning to play something with me in the study?”

“Oh, why didn’t you say so earlier? I would have…”

“You don’t like it.” Ming Jin interrupted her, untying the stockings from her body and tossing them casually on the floor.

She had tied herself too tightly, resulting in red marks on her arms and legs. Against her fair skin, they were strikingly prominent.

Ming Jin’s brows furrowed slightly. She reached out, lightly pressing and rubbing the marks: “You don’t know your own strength.”

“You never liked these things before,” Ming Jin’s voice was faint. She lowered her head, her tone unreadable.

Song Xiangwan’s eyes paused for a moment. Is that true?

It seems so…

Before, she was conscious of the disparity in their status. Any slightly excessive demand would make her react like a startled cat.

But Ming Jin indulged her. She never forced anything she disliked, just as she never forced her to go home with her all these years.

Although their relationship and Ming Jin’s status gave her the power to force her to accept or comply, she never did.

Song Xiangwan rolled over into Ming Jin’s arms, gently rubbing against her waist, whispering, “Ah Jin, why are you so good to me…”

It wasn’t a tease; it wasn’t about desire. It was a simple, quiet sentence that made Song Xiangwan’s voice get slightly choked up.

“Why are you crying?” Ming Jin gently patted her back, chuckling. “Why have you turned into such a crybaby now?”

“I’ve always liked crying. I just have to cry. If I can’t cry in front of you, who else can I cry to?” Song Xiangwan snorted, her tone very much like a spoiled child.

She hugged Ming Jin tightly, embracing the person she had regained, like a drowning person clutching a lifesaver.

She hugged her so closely that Ming Jin had trouble falling asleep for a moment, but she didn’t struggle. She just gently patted Song Xiangwan’s back, coaxing her to sleep like a child.

Xu Zhiyan’s decisiveness was truly fast. She decided to go travel the night before, bought the earliest morning flight the next day, and flew away early in the morning.

When Song Xiangwan and Ming Jin woke up, they learned from Sister Qiu that she had already left.

Song Xiangwan had no work today. She followed Ming Jin closely, getting into the car with her to the Ming Group office.

Wild Rose was set to begin shooting in half a month in Jincheng. She was particularly clingy now.

But Ming Jin also enjoyed being clung to.

However, no matter how clingy she was, she couldn’t take her into meetings, so she had to settle her in the office.

The CEO’s computer, usually handling a thousand matters a day, was now used to stream soap operas, which Song Xiangwan complained had poor sound quality.

Song Xiangwan watched the show while scrolling through short videos. She came across an advertisement for a nearby cake shop featuring a grape mousse that looked incredibly delicious…

I need to lose weight.

Song Xiangwan scrolled up without changing her expression.

But perhaps because she lingered for a few seconds, the annoying algorithm pushed the ad to her again.

I need to lose weight. Song Xiangwan again scrolled up without changing her expression.

Then, like a persistent ghost, the advertisement appeared once more.

She had half a month before filming started. The director just said to control her weight and not gain any…

One bite shouldn’t matter?

Thinking this, Song Xiangwan sent a message to Ming Jin on her phone, then put on her mask and baseball cap, fully armored, and went out to buy the grape mousse.

She took the elevator down and ran into an acquaintance in the lift. This time, Song Xiangwan initiated the greeting: “Hello, long time no see.”

Li Miao from the administrative department, the NPC sister who often appeared in the Ming Group elevators.

But perhaps because it had been a while, she stared at Song Xiangwan for a moment before recognizing her: “Oh, it’s you, sister. Is your internship not over yet?”

“Or have you smoothly joined the staff?”

“Which department? I don’t see you wearing a badge.”

“CEO’s Secretarial Office…” Song Xiangwan casually made up an answer. She had never worked in an office and didn’t know which departments existed, only this one.

“Secretarial Office…” Li Miao pondered. “Did the Secretarial Office get a new person? Why didn’t I know?”

There seemed to be a loophole, but before Song Xiangwan could fill it, Li Miao patched it up herself: “Maybe I’ve had too much on my mind recently, and my memory is mixed up.”

“But the work in the Secretarial Office is tough…” Her tone was slightly somber, and she looked at Song Xiangwan with some pity.

“It’s alright…” Song Xiangwan said, then quickly changed the subject: “Sister Miao, is there anything interesting going on in the company lately?”

Her purpose in starting the conversation was here. After a few times, she roughly knew Li Miao’s character. Give her a hook, and she’ll bite.

“Nothing much, just the sudden leave of CEO Xu. Everyone is talking about it.”

“Some people are starting conspiracy theories about power struggles and sisterly hatred. I just listen, though.”

“About that…” Her eyes lit up. “You must know more about this than I do. Can you tell me what really happened?”

“Don’t worry. If you tell me, I absolutely won’t tell anyone else. God knows, you know, I know.”

Song Xiangwan: “…” If she hadn’t been pulled into gossip before, she might have believed the sincere tone. It was more genuine than many popular young actresses’ performances.

Of course, it was also possible that Li Miao didn’t realize she was acting; her current thought process was truly “God knows, you know, I know.”

And then, when the gossip reached her, she couldn’t control herself.

“I don’t know either,” Song Xiangwan kept her mouth shut, refusing to leak any information.

Li Miao looked disappointed, but only for a moment. She immediately continued: “Then you must know about CEO Ming’s little lover.”

“I heard she came to the company today. Did you see her just now? Is she pretty?”

“She’s quite pretty…” Song Xiangwan didn’t expect the topic to shift to her so quickly. “What are people in the company… saying?”

“They say all sorts of things: that she’s breathtakingly beautiful, stunning, an unparalleled beauty. But there are no pictures, so no proof without a photo.”

“I’m really curious what kind of unparalleled beauty she is…”

“Hey, I think you’re quite pretty. Is she as good-looking as you?” Li Miao asked.

“Sister Miao, I’ve reached my floor.” Song Xiangwan quickly got off the elevator, feeling that two more sentences would reveal her identity.

The shop wasn’t far, so Song Xiangwan walked directly. In only seven or eight minutes, she saw the storefront.

The shop was small but popular. Only two young girls, who looked to be in their twenties, were running it, busy serving customers and packing cakes.

Song Xiangwan waited in line for over ten minutes before it was her turn. She bought the grape mousse advertised.

A layer of lush green grapes, sweet cream, and a shimmering, clear glaze. It looked incredibly appetizing. Unfortunately, she couldn’t take a bite right now.

Song Xiangwan left the shop with the mousse cake, habitually pulling down her baseball cap. Just then, a huge force yanked at the cake bag in her hand.

A bicycle sped past her. The handlebar caught the bag in Song Xiangwan’s hand, tearing it open violently.

Song Xiangwan stumbled, falling onto the steps on the ground. She caught herself with her hand on the stone slab, preventing a complete fall.

But the rough stone slabs of the steps scraped the delicate heel of her palm, leaving bloody scratches that instantly soaked a patch of red blood.

The cyclist stumbled, stabilized the bike, and rode away without even looking back.

The commotion drew attention from the surrounding crowd. Several people rushed over to help Song Xiangwan.

“That person, seriously, knocking someone down and not even apologizing.”

“Yeah, little girl, are you okay? Look, your hand is bleeding, and the cake is ruined.”

“Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Song Xiangwan’s mind was blank. A jumble of noises rushed in. She didn’t know how to answer, just shook her head dumbly: “I-I’m fine…”

The heel of her palm stung intensely, making tears well up.

The girls inside the cake shop heard the noise and hurried out. One packed a new piece of grape mousse and handed it to her: “Please don’t be sad, Miss. This one is on the house.”

Song Xiangwan returned to the top-floor office of the Ming Group with the mousse, but she had lost the mood to eat cake.

She called the secretary to prepare some iodine for disinfection.

Before the iodine could be delivered, she heard an urgent door-opening sound. The person who was supposed to be in a meeting appeared before her.

Ming Jin’s entire face was pale, a cold, stark white. She grabbed Song Xiangwan’s hand, looked her up and down, and then finally let out a shaky breath of relief.

But when she saw the bloody red scratches on Song Xiangwan’s palm, her eyes filled with pain: “Does it hurt?”

Such a beautiful hand, with such bloody scratches, it was shocking to see.

“It’s fine. Just need some disinfectant,” Song Xiangwan felt that Ming Jin was being a bit dramatic.

“Go back to your meeting,” she urged, but Ming Jin didn’t move.

The secretary delivered the first aid kit, placed it on the desk, then quietly backed out and closed the door.

“Hand, put it here.” Ming Jin opened the gauze, dampened it with saline, and slowly and gently cleaned the fine gravel and dirt from Song Xiangwan’s wounds.

“The secretary told me you were hit by a vehicle…” Ming Jin’s fingers were trembling. “Thank goodness, thank goodness…”

She didn’t know if she was comforting herself or Song Xiangwan.

“It’s fine. It was just a bicycle.” Song Xiangwan couldn’t help but feel a little warmth in her heart. She roughly knew what Ming Jin was nervous and afraid of.

“The cyclist, did they not stop?” Ming Jin frowned slightly.

“I didn’t even get a clear look at what they looked like…” Song Xiangwan winced in pain, letting out a soft hiss. Ming Jin’s movements immediately became more gentle.

“Were there many people present?”

“Were they deliberately targeting you?”

“Did you see which direction they went?”

Ming Jin’s questions made Song Xiangwan a little confused: “There were quite a few people. Lots of people were queuing. But I don’t know if they were targeting me. I wasn’t looking up.”

“It’s okay. It was just a small accident. This scratch will heal in a few days. It won’t delay me joining the cast.”

As Song Xiangwan spoke, she saw Ming Jin wrapping her hand with gauze.

“…” That’s a bit much. Usually, she wouldn’t even disinfect this kind of scrape; she’d just rinse it under water and be done with it.

“This afternoon, we’re going to the hospital for a tetanus shot,” Ming Jin said.

“No, let’s not. The wound isn’t deep…” Song Xiangwan was terrified of injections and quickly made excuses. “I have plans with Xintong to watch a movie this afternoon.”

“You are not going.” A cold voice interrupted Song Xiangwan.

Ming Jin lifted her eyelashes. In her light brown eyes, a heavy, dark current seemed to surge, an intense emotion she couldn’t suppress: “You are not going.”

“Stay right here. You are not to leave my sight.”

She had received several photos over the past two days, sent by Lin Shan. The subject of the photos was Song Xiangwan.

When she went to work, or when she came to the Ming Group, or even on her way home… Lin Shan would photograph her and send them to her.

This was a threat, a threat to her safety.

She didn’t know if the bicycle incident was an accident, but she couldn’t suppress the fear in her heart. What if it wasn’t an accident…

“What’s wrong?” Song Xiangwan noticed her emotional instability and said gently, “If you don’t want me to go, I won’t. I’m a good girl.”

“Ah Jin, Ah Jin…” She gently called Ming Jin’s name, leaning in to lightly kiss Ming Jin’s lips. “I’ll listen to you. I’m right here.”

Ming Jin’s emotions were slowly soothed by the kiss. She took a deep breath, finally deciding to tell Song Xiangwan everything.

Hearing that she had been secretly photographed, Song Xiangwan froze.

Lin Shan was truly a lunatic.

“No, no. My life is important. I’m not going anywhere.” Song Xiangwan rubbed against Ming Jin. “I’ll stay right by your side.”

“I will try my best to handle this matter,” Ming Jin patted her back, her thumb stroking her skin. “I will protect you.”

“Give me some time. I will resolve this before you join the cast, so it doesn’t interfere with your work.”

Song Xiangwan hesitated: “…” Actually, I want to say that it’s okay even if it delays my work.

But worried that Ming Jin would think otherwise, she swallowed her words.

“How about this…” Her phoenix eyes shifted. Song Xiangwan smiled and rummaged through her clutch bag, pulling out something. She looped one half around her wrist and the other around the chair’s armrest. Click! It locked.

She lifted the key with her long, fair fingers, presented it to Ming Jin, leaned forward and kissed Ming Jin’s lips, then put the key in Ming Jin’s pocket.

“Does this make you feel more at ease?” she whispered, her voice low, right against Ming Jin’s ear.

“I told you earlier, you can lock me up.” She lightly kissed Ming Jin’s earlobe. “I won’t go anywhere. I’ll wait for you here.”

Ming Jin never expected Song Xiangwan to carry such a toy with her.

The seductive temptress.

The cuff remained locked. It was only unlocked during the lunch break, when they slept in each other’s arms. In the afternoon, Song Xiangwan locked herself up again.

Ming Jin had no intention of stopping Song Xiangwan’s normal social interactions. She personally called Zhou Xintong and changed the movie viewing location to the Ming Group building.

In one morning, a lounge was cleared out and converted into a temporary home theater.

When Zhou Xintong arrived, she immediately saw the cuff on Song Xiangwan’s wrist.

She was stunned: “Sister Wan…”

“Fetish,” Song Xiangwan lifted her wrist to show it. “You’ve never been in a relationship, so you wouldn’t understand.”

Zhou Xintong: “I have been in one.” But relationships aren’t like this?

At first glance, she thought Song Xiangwan was being abused. At second glance, she thought Song Xiangwan was being imprisoned. At third glance, she confirmed that Song Xiangwan enjoyed it.

Playing a lot of games.