The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 121. Initiative Kiss (Fourth Update)

Chapter 121: 121. Initiative Kiss (Fourth Update)

Fu Hengyi came out to find Shen Qinglan sitting on the sofa, reading a book.

"Has your friend left?" Fu Hengyi sat down on the sofa and naturally pulled Shen Qinglan into his embrace, while she also naturally snuggled into it.

"Mm, how much longer can you stay at home?" Shen Qinglan asked.

"I have a meeting at three in the afternoon," Fu Hengyi checked his watch. "Two more hours."

In fact, this meeting would usually just require the deputy, Mu Liancheng, to attend. It had always been handled this way, but recently Shen Qinglan’s identity issues had caused quite a stir. Even though he knew everything was resolved, Fu Hengyi still couldn’t rest easy without seeing Shen Qinglan for himself. Therefore, Mr. Fu, who despised meetings to the extent of avoiding them whenever possible, took everyone at the base by surprise when he volunteered to attend the meeting in the Beijing Military Region.

"Have you not been eating well lately? You seem to have lost a bit of weight," Fu Hengyi said, his hand on Shen Qinglan’s waist, a slight frown creasing his brow.

Shen Qinglan instinctively countered, "No, I’ve actually gained a pound."

Fu Hengyi didn’t argue. Whether she had lost weight or not, he would know just by touching.

"I have a three-day leave at the end of the month and will come back for a visit, then I won’t be able to return until the end of the year," Fu Hengyi said gently.

A faint sense of reluctance rose in Shen Qinglan’s heart. It was November now, and the new year was in January, which meant there would be more than a month when they couldn’t see each other.

"Did this recent incident upset you?" Fu Hengyi asked.

Shen Qinglan shook her head, feigning indifference, "They’re all irrelevant people, why bother with them?"

Fu Hengyi shook his head and smiled wryly. His wife truly couldn’t be measured by the usual standards. If someone else were in the same situation, being upset would be hard to avoid, and if their emotional resilience was a bit low, they might even cry for a few days.

"Remember to call me if anything comes up," Fu Hengyi reminded his wife.

Shen Qinglan gently curled her lips and instinctively wrapped her arms around Fu Hengyi’s waist, "Okay."

Fu Hengyi, who had been holding her with one arm, now encircled her with both to prevent her from accidentally slipping off.

She was already nestled in his embrace, and now with her arms wrapped around him, they were even closer. Shen Qinglan slightly lifted her head and could see Fu Hengyi’s Adam’s apple moving.

Without thinking, she stuck out her tongue and lightly licked it. Fu Hengyi’s body stiffened, his Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbed up and down, highly sensitive to the heat of her tongue. His body tensed even more.

At this moment, Shen Qinglan’s body was also tense, her ears turning red. Apart from that one time she playfully teased Fu Hengyi, she hadn’t done anything like this.

Feeling the tension in the man’s body as well as the increasing pressure of his hands around her waist, Shen Qinglan closed her eyes and kissed Fu Hengyi’s Adam’s apple again. The kiss trailed upward along his throat until their lips met.

Fu Hengyi’s breath grew rough with Shen Qinglan’s actions, his hands tightening around her waist.

Shen Qinglan’s hands, which had been around his waist, now wrapped around his neck, and she knelt between his legs. This way, she was half a head taller than him.

She looked down, he looked up, their eyes meeting. A faint blush colored her usually cold face, casting a rare sultriness upon it.

Shen Qinglan leaned down slightly, kissing Fu Hengyi’s slightly pursed lips again. His lips were cool, and she carefully extended her tongue, outlining the shape of his lips.

Fu Hengyi remained still, allowing her to take the lead, but after waiting for a long while, Shen Qinglan’s lips still lingered on his, with no further movement.

Fu Hengyi took one hand behind her neck and deepened the kiss with an assertive move.

The sound of water in the living room started up with a teasing rhythm, making hearts race and faces flush.

It was some time before Fu Hengyi released Shen Qinglan, a teasing thread of silver connecting them at the mouth. The blush on Shen Qinglan’s face deepened, but she didn’t shy away from Fu Hengyi’s gaze; her eyes remained clear and bright.

Fu Hengyi reached out a finger to wipe the silver trail from her mouth and, with a turn, Shen Qinglan found herself lying on the couch.

The kissing continued, and the temperature in the living room kept rising.

When Fu Hengyi finally let go of Shen Qinglan again, they were both a little breathless. A fine sweat had formed on Fu Hengyi’s forehead, and Shen Qinglan, feeling his warmth, knew what the man was enduring and dared not move a muscle within his embrace.

Fu Hengyi took a moment to steady his breathing before he tenderly spoke, "I’ll go take a shower first."

Shen Qinglan nodded slightly, watching Fu Hengyi enter the bedroom before she raised her hand to gently pat her flushed cheeks.

Once the heat on her face had subsided, Shen Qinglan walked into the bedroom. Fu Hengyi was still not out.

Perhaps hearing Shen Qinglan enter, Fu Hengyi cracked open the bathroom door a little, "Qinglan, could you get me a change of clothes?"

Shen Qinglan uttered an "Okay," and watched as the bedroom door closed again. She then opened the wardrobe and took out a set of Fu Hengyi’s home clothes.

Opening the bottom drawer and seeing Fu Hengyi’s neatly arranged underwear, the heat that had just faded from her face began to rise again slowly.

She shook her head, dispelling those not-for-children images from her mind, and casually grabbed a pair, which she took to Fu Hengyi along with the house clothes.

Fu Hengyi extended an arm out of the bathroom; his arm was strong and muscular, clearly defined. Shen Qinglan could imagine the rest of him beyond the arm.

Feeling her thoughts drifting off again, Shen Qinglan handed the clothes to Fu Hengyi then hurried out of the bedroom, picking up the French book Fang Tong had brought her.

When Fu Hengyi came out, he saw Shen Qinglan curled up on the couch reading a book. He leaned against the bedroom door, quietly watching her.

But after a while, Shen Qinglan hadn’t turned a single page, prompting Fu Hengyi to laugh.

Hearing the laughter, Shen Qinglan finally snapped back to reality, realizing her embarrassed state had been caught by Fu Hengyi. She glared at him slightly annoyed, making Fu Hengyi laugh even louder.

He enjoyed seeing Shen Qinglan so full of life, especially knowing that energy was because of him.

For the following time, they stopped fooling around. Fu Hengyi sat on the couch, with Shen Qinglan nestled in his arms, as they read "The Count of Monte Cristo" together.

Time slowly passed, and as the clock pointed towards two, Fu Hengyi saw it was about time and went into the bedroom to change back into his military uniform.

This was Shen Qinglan’s first time seeing Fu Hengyi in his uniform. She had seen other people in Army service dress before, but this was the first time she had seen someone wear a military uniform so handsomely.

Looking at the shining star on Fu Hengyi’s shoulder, Shen Qinglan was slightly dazzled.

"An, what will you do if one day, Fu Hengyi finds out about your identity?" Jin Enxi’s words echoed in her head again, causing Shen Qinglan’s heart to clench.

Fu Hengyi didn’t notice the slight change in Shen Qinglan’s eyes. He stepped forward to hold her in his arms, gently reminding her, "Take good care of yourself when I’m not home. I’ll be back in at most half a month. If I see that you’ve lost weight, you’ll see how I deal with you."

"Okay."