The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

Su Xingya stood there quietly, her heartbeat unconsciously quickening slightly, with a hint of indescribable shyness and full of anticipation.

When she struggled to turn over the mountain in front of her, her body seemed to instinctively enter a certain preset situation.

Her eyes slowly closed, her cherry-pink lips pouted slightly, her slightly upturned chin formed a graceful arc, and she was completely immersed in the imagination of the upcoming sweet kiss.

Her eyelashes trembled restlessly on her eyelids, like flower stamens swaying in the spring breeze, and every flutter revealed the tension and throbbing in her heart.

The air around her seemed to be cast under a spell, instantly solidifying into a quiet and gentle place. Only her soft and slightly rapid breathing weaved an ambiguous melody in the silence.

However, fate mischievously twisted the plot at this moment.

The expected warm and soft touch did not come to her lips as expected, but was replaced by a sudden feeling of weightlessness.

Su Xingya only felt her body suddenly lighten, and she seemed to be sucked into an invisible vortex. Her center of gravity was instantly out of control and she floated rapidly into the void.

Her eyes widened instantly, and those eyes that were originally full of expectation were now filled with panic. She screamed subconsciously, and the sound was particularly abrupt in this silent space.

In a panic, her hands stretched forward uncontrollably, as if she was desperately grabbing a life-saving straw in the dark, and finally climbed tightly onto Gu Yunqian's neck.

Her eyes were filled with anger and doubt, and her slightly furrowed brows seemed to be silently questioning the man in front of her who broke the rules.

It was not until her body was gently wrapped by a thick quilt like a cloud that Su Xingya slowly woke up as if from a thrilling dream.

There was still a trace of confusion in her eyes, like the surface of a lake shrouded in morning mist, hazy and unclear.

She looked at Gu Yunqian with a blank face, like a little deer that had accidentally strayed into a fairyland, pure, innocent and lovable.

Gu Yunqian looked at her like this, the corners of his mouth lifted unconsciously, a smile spread from his eyes to his entire face, but he secretly complained in his heart: Am I just a superficial man driven by desire and thinking with his lower body in her eyes?

Gu Yunqian took steady steps and sat down on the edge of the bed. He adjusted his sitting posture slightly, straightened his back, and his expression instantly changed from playful to serious and solemn.

The night slowly permeated the entire room like ink. That night, Gu Yunqian broke his previous intimate routine for the first time.

His face was as cold as ice, like a towering iceberg, exuding a majesty that made people dare not approach easily.

"Whatever I say next, you must promise me to remember it word for word."

His voice was low and powerful, like a huge bell ringing in the silent night sky, and he began to talk with a look of shock about the tangled work matters that needed to be sorted out.

When he talked about Su Xingya's cancelled identity, his brows furrowed slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of worry and deep thought, emphasizing that this matter must be restored as soon as possible.

"Didn't you help me recover?"

Su Xingya couldn't help but speak.

It is because of recovery that I was able to have such a memorable long journey, otherwise I might not even be able to pass customs?

However, Gu Yunqian just smiled and said nothing...

His topic then turned to Wang Zhenhai's funeral. Although Wang Zhenhai's hands were stained with sinful blood and he had committed many unforgivable crimes in the darkness, the bond of blood was thicker than water and could not be completely severed.

A complex and deep emotion flashed across Gu Yunqian's eyes, like a shadow that passed by on the surface of a calm lake, elusive.

"Shouldn't we just sneer at him and make sure he can never enter the Su family's ancestral tomb? Why do you want me to be a saint?"

“If you want to truly step into the public eye and stand out in that vast and complex world, then you must first do this well. This is not only about maintaining and defending your family’s reputation, but also the key and solid first step towards a new journey. If you take a wrong step, you may fall into a quagmire from which there is no return.”

His eyes were firmly fixed on Su Xingya, and he spoke earnestly.

"Do you think the real Su Xingya would agree?"

Su Xingya's originally relaxed expression suddenly shut up the moment she turned around and saw Gu Yunqian's face.

No wonder the ancients always said that people are born in sorrow and die in comfort. This is probably what she is like now...

The wheel of time turns quietly amid the busy preparations, passing by like a flash of lightning.

Under Gu Yunqian's methodical and clock-like arrangements, all matters were carried out in an orderly manner as if pushed by an invisible hand.

During this busy and challenging preparation process, Su Xingya continued to struggle in the inner storm and adjust her mentality and state.

She is like a fledgling trying to learn to fly in a storm. Although her wings are not yet fully grown, she flaps her wings again and again, trying to break through the difficulties in front of her with her tenacious will and vision for the future.

Finally, that day rang like the bell of fate, and the curtain of Wang Zhenhai's funeral slowly opened.

Su Xingya was wearing a plain dress. The spotless white dress seemed to be woven from the first snow of winter. It was pure without a trace of impurities. It also seemed to reflect her complex yet clear state of mind at the moment. In the sadness, there was a secret desire for a new life.

She stood in front of a sea of ​​flashing lights that looked like stars, surrounded by a noisy crowd of people, like surging waves, hitting her eardrums and heart wave after wave.

Her eyes were empty and confused at first, like a puppet that had lost its soul, standing there mechanically.

Until Yunhan walked forward with heavy and slow steps, holding Wang Zhenhai's urn in his hand. The small box seemed to carry the end of an era and countless complex emotional entanglements.

When Yun Han handed the urn to her, at that moment, her eyes seemed to be struck by a lightning from the depths of her soul, instantly lit up, and her focus finally clearly focused on this specific and heavy object in front of her.

Her hands trembled slightly, but she firmly grasped the urn, as if she wanted to hold all the past, present and future tightly in her hands...

The sky looked like someone had accidentally knocked over an ink bottle; it was extremely gloomy, and dark clouds spread rapidly like a surging tide, covering the bright sky completely.

Before I knew it, a fine drizzle began to fall.

The raindrops are like naughty elves, dancing freely in the air, and then falling to the earth, hitting the ground with a slight dripping sound, as if playing a sad melody.

Everyone was immersed in the solemn atmosphere of the funeral and was unprepared for the sudden rain.

In an instant, screams rang out one after another. People hurriedly raised their hands to cover themselves and waved their arms in panic in the rain, but they could not avoid getting their clothes wet.

Some people frowned, looking annoyed, while others ran hurriedly in the rain, looking for a place to take shelter. The whole scene was in chaos...