"Yes, that's it. Fall for me, Anan." Zuo Baixuan blushed as she prepared to finish the performance.
Since the upheaval in her childhood, this is the first time Zuo Baixuan has so openly wanted to hold onto someone.
Luan Yenan emerged from her low spirits and seized upon the weakness in the person in front of her, grasping her fingertips and laughing, "What do you mean by 'so that I'm not the only one who looks like a fool'?"
Seeing that Luan Yenan had quickly regained his earlier restlessness, Zuo Baixuan suddenly felt a little regretful.
Why did I say all this?
It was as if he was indulging her madness in doing things to him.
Well... there's nothing wrong with being crazy in itself.
But even if you can't bear to see her lose her luster, if you want to help her resolve her inner conflict, you should do it at home. What kind of talk is it here?
Zuo Baixuan looked around.
Although this is a five-star hotel and every inch of the floor is spotless, something still feels off.
Spending so much time with Luan Yenan, I've picked up quite a few of his quirky tastes myself.
Zuo Baixuan rolled her eyes at Luan Yennan, thinking to herself, "You're just pretending to know the answer!"
"Have you ever been jealous?" Luan Yenan asked calmly.
Zuo Baixuan snorted softly; she didn't believe Luan Yenan was unaware.
It was so obvious that even Jiang Lingdan was quite certain that she was head over heels in love at the time.
They're just trapped in the shackles of their obsession, and their love-struck minds stubbornly refuse to admit it.
"Si Ruxin found out and you didn't? I don't believe it! In short, my possessiveness is no weaker than yours. If you dare to leave me, be careful I... bite you to death!" Zuo Baixuan couldn't think of the right words. She was afraid that if she said it lightly, it wouldn't be powerful enough, and she was also afraid that if she said it heavily, she wouldn't be willing to hurt you. In the end, it turned into a hateful bite, and she bit down on the same spot again.
Luan Yenan looked up and laughed out loud.
It turns out that what I initially thought was 70% acting jealousy from Zuo Baixuan was actually 100% genuine.
The pain in her collarbone reminded her of the mark she had made on Zuo Baixuan's shoulder before she marked her.
They are the same.
The feeling of trapping the other person and not allowing them to leave is the same.
That's fine too.
These two lunatics should just lock each other up like this and stop harming others.
Luan Yenan's canine teeth slowly emerged from under his gums, and he said in a low, husky voice, "Do you think they would mind if we just disappeared from the banquet?"
"Hmm?" Zuo Baixuan looked up and felt the barrier on the back of her neck being torn off, along with a wet and warm touch. "Can't we just go home first?"
“It’s too late to go home.” Luan Yenan said, unzipping his dress.
Zuo Baixuan groaned softly, protected by Luan Yenan's arm, as she slammed against the door, making a crisp sound.
Someone passing by outside the door, worried that someone might need help, called out to ask, "Are you alright?"
Click, click.
The door handle was turned twice.
Zuo Baixuan was so frightened that she gasped for breath, but a tingling sensation ran through her glands.
The strong, intoxicating vodka poured into the glands, burning the skin until it turned red.
Zuo Baixuan could only cover her mouth with her hands, silencing her low sobs, and then slammed her head against the door.
There was more than one person outside the door, and they started chatting, puzzled.
"It seems like there's still some movement, and it's quite vigorous, but it's not asking for help, so it doesn't seem like someone has a problem. Maybe the cleaning staff are tidying up."
"Then how come you can't hear anything?"
"He was cleaning it while wearing headphones."
Both of them thought this explanation made a lot of sense.
Without investigating further, I left, the sound of my footsteps fading into the distance still clearly audible.
Just as Zuo Baixuan breathed a sigh of relief, she felt a sticky sensation on her ear.
His sensitive nerves were touched, and he shuddered.
Luan Ye leaned against the door and looked at Zuo Baixuan with a half-smile on his face. Under Zuo Baixuan's gaze, he slowly brought his fingertips to his lips and chuckled, "That was dangerous. Why don't we go back?"
You, you, you!
Are you still afraid of danger?!
Luan Yennan's narrow eyes made no attempt to conceal his fox-like cunning, revealing all his wicked intentions.
Yes, I'm afraid of danger, what else can I do?
You have to beg me.
Zuo Baixuan was panting heavily, unable to respond at all. The uncomfortable feeling of being stuck in the middle made her eyes flash with anger.
She grabbed Luan Ye Nan's dress collar and kissed him fiercely.
Luan Yenan knew the meaning behind that deep kiss.
If he doesn't quell her anger, he definitely won't be able to leave.
...
The next morning.
The morning light streamed into the room, filling it with warmth and tenderness as the couple embraced in bed. Only fragments of their haute couture gowns lay scattered on the floor, bearing witness to the madness of the previous night.
When Luan Yenan opened her eyes, Zuo Baixuan was still nestled against her chest, breathing softly.
Luan Yenan smiled and poked the face of the person in his arms: "President Zuo, if you don't get up now, you'll be late."
Zuo Baixuan gave a low hum, tightened her grip on Luan Yenan's waist, and even deliberately rubbed against her in her arms before stopping.
Little White Flower is very vengeful. She was bitten several times last night, so she bit back several times. It's no wonder she's exhausted now.
"You can skip work when you're the boss's wife, but you can't even sleep in when you're the boss?" Zuo Baixuan muttered these words into Luan Yenan's chest.
In response, Luan Yenan chuckled softly: "Sure, of course you can."
But through this back-and-forth conversation, Zuo Baixuan had become mostly sober.
It wasn't that she didn't want to get up, but her back hurt too much. She glared at the inhuman guy and wanted to bite him again, but then she saw that the mark on her collarbone hadn't faded at all.
The teeth marks surrounding that small mole were practically writing Zuo Baixuan's name directly on Luan Yenan's body.
Luan Yenan watched as Zuo Baixuan opened her mouth and then silently closed it again, finally placing a gentle kiss on her collarbone. His heart softened, and tenderness welled up within him.
"Are you really going to leave the company to me and go to school yourself?" Zuo Baixuan asked.
"Yes, I've already asked the academic affairs office to arrange a few lectures for me, and also for Professor Chen. We've been busy with our own things, so I'm planning to take this opportunity to help her finish her project."
Zuo Baixuan asked curiously, "That can't be right. You should have more than just these plans. What did you talk about with Luo Yun yesterday?"
“Oh, I bought Luo Yun’s electronics factory,” Luan Yenan said.
How much did it cost?
Two million.
"Is this a buy-one-get-one-free deal? Two million wouldn't even be enough to rent all those factory buildings, let alone the machinery inside." Zuo Baixuan was somewhat surprised.
"She gave me two million as investment money."
Zuo Baixuan was silent for two seconds: "...Didn't she call the police?"
"Hahaha. Anyway, during this period, Luan Lizheng will definitely focus some of his attention on that factory, and on me at school. You should take advantage of this time to do a good job on the 'Internet of Things' project."
Zuo Baixuan stared at the fox-like smile on Luan Yenan's face.
This doesn't look like the expression of things being settled at all.
"Wait, is there something you're hiding from me?"
"Hmm? How so?"
“If this is all you’ve got, you don’t need to go to all that trouble to throw a discharge celebration banquet. The way you’re acting now, it’s like you’re trying to give the investors an explanation, but I feel like you’re just putting up a smokescreen for Luan Lizheng. Tell me, what are you trying to do?” Zuo Baixuan threatened, pinching Luan Yennan’s soft flesh.
Luan Yenan turned to the side and smiled, without answering.
Zuo Baixuan could only guess: "Your manipulation of the stock price can thwart the Qin family's short selling, but with the company's capital, it might not even last until the market opens. Although Qin Yuancheng and Luan Lizheng don't get along and won't cooperate, one has a need to short sell, and the other has a need to gain control of our company by buying shares. With this kind of cooperation, unless you use the large amount of funds you raised by selling 'blockchain' to fight against them, but what you said yesterday didn't mention this at all..."
“I don’t need to tell outsiders how I want to trade my money, right? Otherwise, that would be real stock price manipulation,” Luan Yenan said with a smile.
“That’s true, but it’s so pointless for you to do all this.” Zuo Baixuan had long since learned to analyze problems using Luan Yenan’s emotions.
What struck her as most unusual about Luan Yenan's speech yesterday was his unusual emotional state.
This is too conventional and too boring for a madman.
Her actions, such as buying Luo Yun's factory and then having Luo Yun pay her two million yuan out of pocket, are consistent with her emotional state.
"Are you going to use the money from selling 'blockchain' to buy 'front-end' stock? But 'front-end' stock price has always been very stable. When your grandfather went public, he only wanted to keep the power in his own hands, so he held 67% of the stock as the absolute controlling shareholder. It was only when your mother inherited the company that the stock was split into two parts, 37% and 30%, which were held by your mother and him respectively."
Zuo Baixuan had been curious about why Luan Muyin, who was the president with the most controlling stake in "Frontend," was controlled by Luan Lizheng, so she conducted a preliminary investigation.
Because of Luan Lizheng's previous centralized control, the stock composition of the "front end" did not distinguish between preferred and common stock, nor did it sign any special agreements such as "dual-class shares". Surprisingly, it was simple and easy to understand - the shareholding ratio equals the right to speak.
Luan Yenan continued, "However, because Luan Lizheng holds 5% of the shares through his wholly-owned investment company, plus the 5% held by the veteran shareholders who cooperate with him, totaling 40%, which is more than my mother's 37% plus the 2% held by the technical backbone, totaling 39%, not to mention that some of the technical backbone have already defected. Among the scattered shares, public funds and private funds hold a total of 20%, while individual shareholders only have a 13% shareholding. On the one hand, she is preventing outsiders from stealing the 'front end,' and on the other hand, she is suppressing her own daughter."
“Yes, you understand all this better than I do. If you want to gain a voice, you need to buy at least 2% of the shares. But the amount that shareholders can trade is really too small, and the recent news has been consistently positive, with the stock price hitting the daily limit. Many shareholders are holding on tightly because they think the price is rising well, so no matter how much money you have, you can't accumulate enough shares.” Zuo Baixuan first gave her conclusion, and then offered a possibility, “Unless you can cause the stock price of ‘Frontend’ to plummet in the near future.”
Luan Yenan felt a dryness and astringency in his throat, not because he had been exposed, but because the little white flower in front of him was just too sweet.
She didn't speak again, nor did she hold back any longer. She parted her lips slightly towards Zuo Baixuan, and like a vampire thirsting for blood, she bit down.
Zuo Baixuan did not receive an answer.
Even the employees of "Yituan" Limited Company did not welcome their new president today.
The welcome party for the new president was held a day later.
Zuo Baixuan said a few words in a hurry, accepted everyone's congratulations, and then took out her own money to give everyone a big red envelope as a way of thanking them for their hard work and unwavering support during this period.
For the next two weeks, Luan Yenan focused on being a professor at the school.
When Zuo Baixuan and Jiang Lingdan went back to register for the new semester, they happened to catch a speech by Luan Yenan.