Rong Yan nodded. "Go on, what's so unusual about it?"
"It seems—it seems, the design approach and polishing techniques—very much like, very much like President Liang's handiwork." The engineer stammered. Several of them had participated in the design of the "Fei" Building, and their president's signature was flamboyantly written at the bottom of the main building design drawings that they had been so passionate about.
Rong Yan, his face grim, lit a cigarette, the billowing smoke obscuring his expression. Actually, he noticed it even before the others; he'd sensed something was off during the second draft. The excellent finishing touches were so different, completely unlike Wei Bo's usual style. By the third draft, he was absolutely certain. The overwhelming power emanating from the design lines, the tension between the structures, and the understated luxury with its controlled flow—he knew it all too well. He was a year younger than Liang Feifan, and back on campus, he'd stood countless times in front of the display window admiring the winning entries of the department's design competition. For four consecutive years, the name next to each entry was the same—Liang Feifan.
He stubbed out his cigarette in frustration. "Let's go."
Those engineers certainly knew whose job they were holding, and even though Rong Yan had given them instructions beforehand, they still cast their votes for Wei Bo.
In the 7-0 victory, besides Gu Yan, Huang Yi, who suffered a stroke on the spot, also became famous overnight.
Gu Yan and Jessica chatted and laughed as they left the conference room. They bumped into Liang Feifan in the lobby. Jessica and the others greeted him respectfully and left. Gu Yan happily threw herself into his arms, her face beaming like a flower, "I'm so happy!"
Liang Feifan was also all smiles; as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered. "Where's Rong Er? Why didn't I see him come out with us? Are you trying to drive him crazy?"
Gu Yan pursed her lips and chuckled to herself. Rong Yan's face was as dark as the folder in his hand, and she couldn't bear to make fun of him.
“We’re having a celebration tonight, you come too.” She commanded, swaying back and forth around his neck. Liang Feifan put his arm around her and kissed her on the lips with a smile. “Of course, Miss Gu was so impressive this time, of course I have to be there to witness it.”
People were coming and going in the hall, all pretending not to look at him, but the number of people coming and going was several times higher than usual. They probably only saw the president's sunny expression a few times in their lives, so of course they had to pretend to be passing by and take a second look.
Indeed, it was quite impressive. Gu Mingzhu led all the members to stand up and toast, "As the president of Weber, I have to say that Vice President Gu fought a brilliant battle! And as your older sister, Xiaoyan, I am proud of you."
Gu Yan's eyes quickly welled up with tears. She clinked glasses with her sister and drank it all in one gulp.
When Gu Mingzhu introduced Liang Feifan, she said, "Vice President Gu's boyfriend." Liang Feifan smiled gently and nodded to everyone. Gu Yan, her eyes crinkling, held his hand under the table. Amidst the clinking of glasses, many of Web International English's employees, emboldened by the alcohol, came over to chat with Liang Feifan. Of course, Liang Feifan didn't put on airs as the president of Liang Corporation; he welcomed everyone and immediately became one of them.
On the way back, Gu Mingzhu noticed that Liang Feifan was walking unsteadily, and Gu Yan looked like a drunkard with flushed cheeks and dazed eyes. So she lent them her driver and drove Gu Yan's car back herself. "You take Feifan home first. I want to go to bed early tonight, so don't wake me when you come back," Gu Mingzhu earnestly instructed Gu Yan. Gu Yan, still feeling dizzy, clung to her and acted coquettishly.
"Alright, alright, stop bothering me. Don't go too wild. There's a celebration dinner with the Liang family tomorrow night, which is like your farewell show in the workplace. Dress nicely." She pushed Gu Yan into Liang Feifan's arms, and her words were meant for him.
Liang Feifan pulled the drunken woman into his arms, smiled and nodded at Gu Mingzhu, then got into his car and drove away.
Gu Yan started acting up in the car, her little hands slipping inside his shirt and rubbing against him. Liang Feifan grabbed her hands and whispered a warning in her ear, "Stop messing around!" Gu Yan giggled and deliberately pressed her hips down, gently rubbing against his gradually bulging area. She also leaned in and buried her mouth in his chest, biting a spot on his chest through the thin fabric. Her saliva moistened the spot, leaving a cool residue. Her small tongue, wrapped in the fabric, made him breathe heavily.
He suppressed his heavy breathing, awkwardly fending off her. Gu Yan giggled mischievously, shifting back on his lap. Hearing his unsatisfied yet relieved sigh, her hand snaked towards his zipper. Liang Feifan felt a chill; his swollen, burning desire was now in her grasp. "Gu Yan..." he took a deep breath, then lowered his head and hoarsely called her name, "Are you playing with fire?!"
Gu Yan tilted her head back, stuck out her small, pointed tongue, and licked around his lips. Her eyes sparkled, as if two stars had taken up residence in them. "I want to play with fire—do you want to come with me?" Her sweet smile was the most deadly temptation in this ambiguous environment, like a raging fire that burned away all of Liang Feifan's reason.
Liang Feifan glanced at the driver and the rearview mirror, estimated the volume, and coldly ordered the driver, "Turn on the music." The honest, middle-aged driver didn't dare turn his head, repeatedly saying yes, and turned on the car stereo. "Turn it up to the maximum volume," he commanded, holding his breath. Gu Yan giggled softly, squeezing his stomach tighter around him. Liang Feifan took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. His tall frame made the jacket look like a large bag, enveloping her giggling figure. Under the cover of the jacket, he reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. Holding her horizontally, he gently lifted her up. "Hold on tight, aim properly," he whispered in her ear.
Gu Yan buried her face in his chest, her small hands gripping his desire, pressing her head against her wet, sensitive spot. He lowered her down a little, his massive head entering her. Both of them let out suppressed, heavy breaths. She bit down on his chest, and Liang Feifan jolted, straightening his back and firmly setting her down. She sat across his lap, her upper body buried in his chest, her mouth biting his chest, her lower body filled with his enormous member. He pressed firmly against her deepest point. She felt a little pain and tried to move up, but he pressed her down, filling her completely again.
Her soft, cat-like whimpers blended intimately with the flowing piano music, her little mouth biting him tightly, refusing to let go. Liang Feifan was held captive by her, but in such a small space, he couldn't grip her waist and move up and down freely. He could only grit his teeth and endure it, holding her in his arms, his other hand pressing on her buttocks, slowly, slowly rubbing against her. Gu Yan dared not make a sound, opening her mouth wide to breathe heavily, her hot breath falling onto his chest, his heart pounding as if it would jump out of his chest.
Just then, the car passed a tollbooth, the wheels rolling over speed bumps one after another. The tingling of the speed bumps caused the car to shake slightly. Taking advantage of the moment when the front wheels had just rolled over a speed bump, Liang Feifan slammed into her hard, pressing her head against his chest with his large hand to prevent her from screaming. By the time the rear wheels rolled over the speed bump, she had already climaxed from his short, forceful thrusts, and lay limply in his arms, her lower body contracting and sucking at his still-erect desire.
Six and Nine
The car turned a corner, and the Liang residence was just ahead. Liang Feifan was sweating slightly with anxiety. She, however, was only slightly disheveled, but after straightening herself, leaned against him, ready to get out at any moment. He, on the other hand, was in a predicament. His unsatisfied desire stood erect, unable to be tucked into his pants. Gu Yan sat on his lap, covering him, watching his helpless struggle, and laughed heartily.
"Happy now?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, his teeth itching with hatred for her. You little vixen, you won't be sleeping tonight!
Gu Yan leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "We're almost there, we're running out of time—how about we use our coats to cover ourselves?"
Liang Feifan suppressed his anger and lust, having no other choice. He casually draped his suit jacket over his arm as he got out of the car, which naturally covered his chest. A servant came out to greet him, "Sir is back! Good day, Miss Yan!"
"Hello!" Gu Yan was in a great mood, smiling broadly. "Sir, are you hungry? Please bring some food to the small restaurant." Liang Feifan inhaled sharply. This brat was deliberately trying to embarrass him. He straightened his suit jacket and coldly stopped them, "No need, you can all leave."
Gu Yan chuckled and tugged at his clothes, "Yes, yes, come on, let me hang your clothes up for you, sir." The maid immediately reached out to take the clothes, but was stopped by a fierce glare from Liang Feifan. "Get out!"
The servants silently dispersed, and Gu Yan smiled and ran upstairs. The stiff Liang Feifan gritted his teeth and slowly walked upstairs, each step a firm resolve. Even if she fainted, it wouldn't matter; he would definitely not let her go tonight.
Reaching the room door, he impatiently threw off his clothes, stripping himself naked as he went, heading straight for the bathroom to catch her. Gu Yan was humming a song while showering, having locked the door, when the lock suddenly snapped open with a loud bang. She looked over in surprise to see a tall, muscular man standing in the doorway, his lower body erect, his face burning with lust, coldly strode towards her. Gu Yan shrank to the corner, grabbing a towel to barely cover herself, and quickly begged softly, "I was wrong! Fei Fan..."
Liang Feifan stepped into the bathtub, pinching her chin. "I don't need you to apologize, I need you—to put out the fire..." Before he finished speaking, he scooped her up, went behind her, reached between her legs, grabbed her legs, spread them apart, lifted her into the air, and pinned her against the wall. Gu Yan's feet left the ground, losing her balance, she screamed and clung to him. He then freed one hand to steady himself, and with a soft "whoosh," he thrust inside her, penetrating to the very depths. Gu Yan could finally moan freely, tilting her head back and letting out a seductive cry of ecstasy.
He leaned against her, pinning her firmly against the wall. Her soft breasts were deformed by his firm muscles, a sensation that was both painful and tingling. Gu Yan scratched red marks on his back with her hands. He was fast and fierce, thrusting all the way in each time before pulling out completely. Gu Yan had already done it once in the car, so she was very wet inside, and it was effortless for him.
Liang Feifan kissed her closed eyes fiercely, his tongue licking her glistening eyelashes. "Open your eyes! Watch how I'm taking you!" Gu Yan looked down, her pink flesh spread wide, swallowing his dark purplish desire. When he withdrew, he pulled out the tender flesh of her inner walls, which clung to his erect penis little by little, before being pushed back inside her with each thrust. Gu Yan moaned softly, it was too erotic! She turned her face away, refusing to look no matter how much Liang Feifan kissed and coaxed her. He lowered one of her legs into the bathtub, her other leg draped over his wrist. Her thighs were spread even wider in this position, making it easier for him to enter and exit, as he thrust into her with abandon.
The bathroom floor was slippery, and he had to be careful not to let her slip and fall, so he couldn't fully enjoy himself. He carried her in that position and moved her towards the shower, giving her a quick and perfunctory rinse, then carried her out, soaking wet.
"Ah..." When they reached the large bed in the bedroom, he suddenly pulled out, and a warm liquid immediately flowed from her lower body. Her body felt light as he tossed her onto the soft center of the bed. Gu Yan screamed excitedly and crawled forward on her hands and feet, but he grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed. He firmly held her legs in place, lowered his body into a horse stance, and thrust his hips forward, filling her up heavily again.
"Be gentle... ah... you're going to break me..." she moaned intermittently, her long hair swaying.
"How could I bear to..." He bent down and kissed her back, leaving a trail of kisses. His lower body no longer thrust in and out roughly, but instead made shallow pokes. He arched his back and teased her slowly and deliberately.
"Don't... Hurry up! Feifan... Harder..." She pleaded softly, pinned down by him. Liang Feifan breathed hot air and bit her earlobe, his tongue darting inside her ear. "Yan'er, let's play a game..." He thrust into her hard, hearing her moan softly, then pulled back and pressed lightly against her. "You count, starting from the beginning, I'll hit harder when it's six or nine, okay?" He then began nibbling at her neck.
"No!" Gu Yan refused resolutely. Who wanted to play such a shameful game! Liang Feifan entered her again heavily. "No! Who told you to light the fire just now! Let me count first? Hmm... Start—" He mischievously withdrew. "One, two, three..." He moved in and out shallowly with each count. Finally, he counted to six. Amid Gu Yan's seductive moans, he plunged his entire length into her, reaching her deepest point.
"Hmm..." Gu Yan counted to twenty-one, and she waited impatiently and expectantly for the arrival of twenty-six—"Ah—" she screamed excitedly, "Liang Feifan!" Isn't it supposed to be a number ending in six or nine!
Liang Feifan chuckled softly with pleasure, "Sorry, I miscounted."
Gu Yan was both angry and annoyed, and scratched his arm with her hand. Liang Feifan pressed down on her back, "Yan'er, count it yourself, okay... Don't count wrong..." He began to tease her with a few shallow thrusts followed by deeper ones. Gu Yan refused to count aloud, biting the sheets to endure it, "Ah! Uh..." He suddenly thrust deeply into her, and Gu Yan struggled, "Liang Feifan! Forty-seven! Forty-seven!"
Liang Feifan chuckled, "Who said that? I clearly counted to forty-nine."
Gu Yan gasped weakly, "No, it's not like that..."
Liang Feifan pulled himself out with difficulty, hissing as he gasped, "You were squeezing so tight... I miscounted again... Hmm... Yan'er... count aloud..."
Gu Yan frantically tore at the sheets, "Don't count... I'm sorry! I was wrong... Fei Fan... It hurts so much... Give it to me..."
Liang Feifan's deep voice uttered a soft "Hmm?" Gu Yan, her lower body throbbing with an unbearable urgency, could no longer endure it. Her head lolled to the side on the bed, and she cried out in a seductive voice, "A little harder... Feifan, take me hard... hurry... Feifan, please... please take me hard..."
Liang Feifan was satisfied. He lifted himself up and thrust into her several times with great force. Amidst her screams and moans, he lifted her legs, turned her around, and faced her upwards. Her fleshy walls tightly wrapped around him, like an extremely hot and tender rubber sheath. His lower back went numb, and he could hardly hold back. So he simply stood up, grabbed her feet, and lifted her up, her waist hanging off the bed. He stood between her legs and thrust into her hard.
Gu Yan spread her arms wide, her fingers gripping the snow-white sheets. Her breasts swayed alluringly with each movement. She twisted her waist and contracted her abdomen, making her body even tighter, making his thrusts increasingly difficult. Finally, he thrust deeply, almost sitting down, and ejaculated with a trembling motion. Hot liquid shot into Gu Yan's body like an arrow, her sensitive inner walls clenching and trembling again. She was pinned beneath him, screaming along with his triumphant roars.
The atmosphere in Liang's design department was very tense. The department head timidly asked the beautiful woman who always had a stern face, "Miss Yan... is the sixth item better or the ninth item?"
Liang Feifan had been sitting on the sofa with her, looking at documents. When he heard the question containing someone's sensitive number, he chuckled. Gu Yan's expression changed drastically. She turned around and threw the stack of catalogs she was holding at his head.
The entire room was deathly silent.
Liang Feifan turned his head away to avoid her, then stood up and walked to her side, beaming. "What's wrong with you now? Come on, let me see, is six better or nine? Hmm—both six and nine are good!"
"Liang Feifan!!!" Gu Yan roared in fury, grabbing his neck and shaking him violently. Liang Feifan pulled her close, smiling as he pleaded gently, "Alright, alright, I was wrong, okay? Okay... be good, don't make a fuss..."
Not satisfied with just pinching him, Gu Yan bit down hard on his chin, drawing a faint trace of blood. Last night, he had been playing that game of six and nine with great enthusiasm. She begged for mercy softly, twisting her waist to clamp down on him, using her hands and... mouth, but he still tormented her until dawn. All night long, she was trapped in a cycle of numbers, wishing for death but unable to live.
Everyone else in the room froze—the CEO had been bitten?! The CEO had been bitten!
Liang Feifan held her waist to prevent her from falling backward, stroked her chin with one hand, and whispered in her ear, "Yan'er's little mouth is getting more and more amazing..." Last night, she couldn't take it anymore, crying and begging, but he still passionately played with her body. She had no choice but to use her mouth to suck on him, and he enjoyed it very much, but even after he had enjoyed it, he didn't let her go.
Gu Yan's face flushed red, and she became even more unruly and playful in his arms, using her hands and feet to throw a tantrum. Liang Feifan happily held her close, letting her punch and kick him as she pleased.
"It starts in two hours, and your makeup and hair aren't done yet. You'll blame me if you're late." He reminded her with a smile. Gu Yan angrily left a footprint on his trouser leg, pushed him away, and turned to the design manager, who was disheveled in the wind. "Pick up all the clothes, I'll pick them out again."
Finally, she chose a pomegranate red floor-length gown. The strapless design accentuated her beautifully shaped shoulders. The bodice featured intricate pleats that cinched tightly at the waist, creating a slender silhouette. The flowing fabric elongated her figure, and the front reached her ankles, revealing her delicate feet clad in twelve-inch heels. The hem of the skirt trailed on the carpet, creating a breathtakingly beautiful effect.
Gu Yan asked the hairstylist to create a hairstyle that was both elegant and playful, as well as fresh and lively, which startled the European hairstylist, who had only a basic understanding of Chinese, and left him speechless on the spot.
Everyone in the room was sweating bullets from Miss Yan's antics, while Liang Feifan simply watched from the sidelines, smiling and folding his arms, letting her throw her tantrum. Seeing that time was running out, he finally came over and dismissed the tearful blonde hairstylist. "If you keep acting up, you'll really be late." He used a comb to style her curls, quickly and easily pinning them up. He squeezed some hair wax into his palm, rubbed it together, and styled it into a slightly messy look on her head. Then, as if by magic, he produced a long, slender box. Inside was a hairpin. Gu Yan didn't like jewelry, but the gasps from the room's elite fashionistas told her that the hairpin must be very valuable. Liang Feifan opened the dozen or so hidden clips on the back of the hairpin, carefully inserting it diagonally into her hair, one clip at a time, through the strands.
"Is this alright?" He held her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her cheek. Gu Yan loved the countless pink diamonds hanging from the hairpin; the simple hairstyle paired with the gorgeous dress gave her a unique, ethereal beauty. She nodded reluctantly.
Liang Feifan dropped her off at the restaurant entrance. As soon as he stopped the car, flashes from cameras outside started going off incessantly. "Are you going or not?" Gu Yan glanced outside and saw a huge crowd.
"No, tonight's occasion is too formal. My presence would be bad for Weber."
Gu Yan nodded, lifted her skirt, and got out of the car. But as soon as the door opened, Liang Feifan pulled her back. "I'll pick you up later. Don't—go ahead." His voice was deep, and his eyes were filled with deep affection.
Gu Yan was preoccupied with how to deal with the flashing lights and reporters' questions outside, so she didn't delve into the deeper meaning of his words. She quickly said goodbye and got out of the car.
The banquet was hosted by the Liang family and was extremely luxurious and grand. Public relations manager Chen Yunzhi personally made the arrangements, and Rong Yan, the second son of the Rong family and the second-in-command of the Liang family, presided over the event.
Gu Yan was led inside. Chen Yunzhi was standing at the entrance greeting guests. She seemed thinner than before, and her expression wasn't very cheerful. Gu Yan nodded slightly to her and went inside.
Gu Mingzhu was also dressed in red tonight, her burgundy evening gown exuding elegance. Seeing Gu Yan arrive late, she surprisingly didn't frown. "Very beautiful," she said, examining the hairpin in Gu Yan's hair with a look of amazement. Gu Yan took her hand and smiled, "I'll take it off and give it to you tonight."
Gu Mingzhu glanced at her and said, "Let's talk about it when you get back."
Gu Yan blushed slightly and lowered her head without saying a word.
It was just a typical business gathering. Gu Yan wasn't good at socializing, and Gu Mingzhu had already planned to marry her off, so she didn't expect her to deal with those people.
"Sister Yan." Rong Yan greeted her with a wine glass in hand. Gu Yan pursed her lips and clinked glasses with him, wanting to laugh as she recalled his sullen face that day. Gu Mingzhu smiled faintly to the side, but Rong Yan took the initiative to toast her, "Future sister-in-law." He called her with three parts teasing and seven parts ill intent.
Gu Mingzhu took a small sip of red wine, nodded slightly, and accepted the title with a smile.
"Big brother, over here!" Rong Yan suddenly raised his hand and waved. Gu Mingzhu looked in that direction and was momentarily stunned. It was Rong Lei who had arrived.
"Congratulations." Rong Lei's face was expressionless as he took the wine handed to him by Rong Yan and toasted Gu Mingzhu and Gu Yan. Gu Mingzhu was unusually silent, but Gu Yan smiled and said, "Congratulations to you too." She meaningfully clinked glasses with Rong Lei, who pursed his thin lips without saying a word.
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"Congratulations." Rong Lei's face was expressionless as he took the wine handed to him by Rong Yan and toasted Gu Mingzhu and Gu Yan. Gu Mingzhu was unusually silent, but Gu Yan smiled and said, "Congratulations to you too." She meaningfully clinked glasses with Rong Lei, who pursed his thin lips without saying a word.
After chatting idly for a while, each with their own thoughts, Rong Yan watched Gu Mingzhu disappear into the crowd with Rong Lei, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Sister Yan, shall we go and offer a round of toasts? The speeches are coming up soon." He suggested with a smile, and Gu Yan nodded indifferently.
Rong Yan stood in front and politely greeted them. Gu Yan only needed to smile and raise her glass with him. After going around the table, it was Chen Yunzhi's turn to greet the guests. Gu Yan felt a little embarrassed about her rudeness a while ago, so she took the initiative to clink glasses with her. "It was a great success tonight. Thank you for your hard work."
"Not at all," Chen Yunzhi replied politely with a smile.
“Yunzhi—” Rong Yan pressed down on the wine glass that Chen Yunzhi was bringing to his lips, “I’ll drink it for you.” Chen Yunzhi was slightly taken aback, a look of exhaustion on his face, and nodded silently.
Gu Yan joked, "President Rong is such a gentleman."
Rong Yan and Gu Yan clinked glasses and drank their drinks in one gulp. "It's only right."
The three men chatted casually, while people kept coming up to toast Chen Yunzhi, which Rong Yan politely declined. "Manager Chen won't even give me this much face!" the pregnant CEO of Xincheng protested, his smile becoming increasingly forced.
Gu Yan found it boring, but Rong Yan showed no intention of continuing the toast, so she chatted with Chen Yunzhi, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Chen Yunzhi smiled and shook his head. Rong Yan, having seen off the CEO of Xincheng, turned and patted Yunzhi on the shoulder, asking with concern, "Are you alright?"
Chen Yunzhi's eyes seemed to redden, and he gritted his teeth, "What could possibly happen?"
Rong Yan frowned and looked her over. "Why are you wearing such high heels? What if you twist your ankle? Didn't you say the baby isn't stable yet? It's already like this, you need to be careful—" He seemed to realize he had let something slip and immediately stopped, looking at Gu Yan beside him with a worried expression, both flustered and alarmed.
Gu Yan hadn't thought much of it at first, but Rong Yan's cool gaze was full of meaning. "Miss Chen is pregnant? Congratulations."
Chen Yunzhi smiled faintly, "Thank you."
"Which family's young master is so lucky? When is the wedding?" Gu Yan asked with a smile, remembering that Chen Yunzhi was not yet married.