The Rejected Heiress's Possesive Tycoon Husband
Chapter 52 Embracing An Yan’s Waist

Chapter 52: Chapter 52 Embracing An Yan’s Waist

The house had just one room, perfectly square, with a bathroom on the left as you entered.

Opposite was a large window with pale pink European-style curtains. In front of the window was a desk with a few small potted plants, all well-nourished.

Against the wall were three old-fashioned bookshelves, the upper half consisting of open cubbies, the lower half of cabinets.

Most of what they held were reference books.

There were also some textbooks and homework used by An Shimeng, along with some out-of-date magazines and newspapers. Each shelf had a few figurines placed on it.

They were probably used by An Shimeng as markers.

After memorizing the positions of these figurines, An Yan began to search.

Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail today, and whenever she bent over, the ends would brush her cheeks.

Her dark hair, her pale face, her rosy lips.

Li Tianyao’s breath caught. He suddenly understood the meaning of "ravishing beauty," his mouth inexplicably dry.

A feeling he had never experienced before was stirring within him.

He took a step towards her, his towering figure enveloping her.

"What are you looking for? I’ll help you!"

An Yan shifted warily to the side before replying, "A notebook with a light blue plastic cover! It’s been a while, so the cover might have faded a bit!"

"Hmm."

The man glanced upward, his gaze sweeping over the rows of books on the top shelf.

Covered in a thick layer of dust, they hadn’t been touched in who knows how long!

As they searched, Li Tianyao suddenly stopped.

"Someone’s coming!"

With that, he hastily put things back in their place and pulled An Yan into the bathroom.

The bathroom was at most four square meters, and the space instantly felt cramped with the two of them inside.

This isn’t safe! The space is too small. If someone opens the door, they’ll spot us immediately, An Yan thought.

She was about to leave to find another hiding spot when she heard the sound of approaching footsteps, drawing near to the door.

Li Tianyao grabbed her hand and gently pointed above them.

The bathroom had an aluminum drop ceiling, and a panel could be pushed open with ease.

Using his support, An Yan climbed up.

Then she reached down and pulled Li Tianyao up as well.

Right after they replaced the ceiling panel, the room’s door opened.

An Shimeng’s voice rang out:

"Damn you, An Yan! I thought you were just Bronze, but it turns out you’re a damn King!"

"So what if you’re a King? I’ll show you what a real beatdown feels like today!"

Still furious, An Shimeng slammed the door shut.

Turning back, she suddenly froze.

Every time she left, she would place the chair under the table. But now, it had been pulled out.

Could someone have been here?

An Shimeng put down what she was holding and grabbed a stick from behind the door. She cautiously approached the bathroom, the most likely place for someone to hide.

Gripping the stick tighter, she suddenly kicked open the bathroom door.

In a space less than four square meters, everything was in plain sight.

But she didn’t dare let her guard down. She moved slowly, peering behind the door.

Only after making sure there was nothing there did she finally let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Scared me to death. Damn you, An Yan!"

An Yan rolled her eyes in exasperation from her hiding place.

Li Tianyao grasped her hand. "I’ll get revenge for you in a bit!"

An Yan was startled and turned her head abruptly, wanting to tell him not to act recklessly.

We haven’t even found the notebook yet!

But she forgot that the space above was so cramped they had to hunch their bodies, and with that turn, their eyes met.

Her lips brushed against the tip of his nose, leaving a lipstick mark.

The ordinarily handsome man now looked as if he were wearing a clown’s red nose; it was ridiculously funny.

An Yan struggled to keep her mouth shut, trying not to make a sound.

Li Tianyao felt a warmth at the tip of his nose, as if a feather had brushed directly against his heart.

The strange, previously unfelt impulse surged within him once again. His heart felt empty, yearning to be filled.

As he pondered the origin of this sensation, he saw An Yan struggling to suppress her laughter.

He then realized something must be amiss with himself. He raised his hand to wipe his nose, his fingertip coming away stained bright red.

Only then did he realize what had just happened.

Seeing the young girl finding it so hard to hold back her laughter, he simply reached out and dotted the red from his finger onto her nose.

An Yan was dumbfounded. ???

Li Tianyao leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Still want to laugh?"

An Yan wordlessly reached up to wipe her nose.

But her hand was caught by his. He somehow produced a piece of paper and gently wiped away the little bit of red for her.

His eyelids were half-lowered, his lashes thick and long. The high bridge of his nose cast a shadow, accentuating the sharp lines of his features, his beauty almost unreal.

An Yan blinked. What kind of monster, she wondered, would have the heart to throw such a handsome man to a pack of dogs? Fortunately, he had made it through.

"Handsome?" he asked.

"Mhm!"

After An Yan nodded, she realized what she had said, and her face grew involuntarily hot.

It was his fault for being too handsome! But so what if he was handsome? A man who carried hallucinogens around—how could he be a good person?

An Yan quickly composed herself, disdainfully trying to move to the side...

Alright, there was no "side" to move to; there was no way to increase the distance between them!

Fortunately, An Shimeng made a noise outside.

An Yan focused, straining her ears, but all she heard was unintelligible noise. She couldn’t make out what An Shimeng was doing.

After a moment’s thought, she began to gesture to Li Tianyao, signaling for him to hold onto her.

After several gestures, Li Tianyao still didn’t understand what she meant.

Having no choice, she leaned close to his ear and said, "Hold my waist. Don’t let me fall."

Although he was a man who carried hallucinogens, there was no one else available right now.

The unique, sweet fragrance of the young girl suddenly filled Li Tianyao’s senses, causing him a momentary lapse in concentration.

"Like this?"

Li Tianyao reached out, his hand lightly touching her waist.

"Mhm!"

Actually, she would have preferred him to use a rope to hold her, but the space was too small, and there were no ropes handy. Luckily, it was winter, and their clothes were thick enough; she wouldn’t feel uncomfortably warm from his body heat when he held her.

Ensuring she wouldn’t fall, An Yan agilely pried open a ceiling panel and leaned out.

For the first time in his life, Li Tianyao was holding a woman’s waist.

It wasn’t that women hadn’t thrown themselves at him before. It was just that every time one came close, he couldn’t help but feel disgusted. Only with her. From the first time he saw her, he’d felt this strange sense of affinity!

Even through their clothes, his hands could clearly sense the slimness of her waist.

He furrowed his brow in puzzlement.

Why is her waist so slender? And it has this strange suppleness, as if it could effortlessly bend and fold in any direction...

That unusual sensation began to surge within him again.

Li Tianyao quickly averted his gaze.

He hadn’t officially confirmed her identity yet. What if all these feelings were just one of Gu Shifang’s schemes? The beauty trap was an ancient tactic; who was to say Gu Shifang wouldn’t use it?

An Yan was unaware of Li Tianyao’s thoughts; her attention was entirely focused on what was happening outside.

An Shimeng first turned on the reading lamp on the wall, then moved the desk aside. She crouched down, took a screwdriver, and pried open a floorboard.

Underneath the floorboard, there was a space about twenty centimeters deep.