Chapter 401: Prove with Actions

The atmosphere at the dinner table was relaxed and warm. Everyone had a few drinks to celebrate Yang Xun’s awakening.

After dinner, once Yang Cai and the others were seen out, Xu Yue started yawning, completely overcome by drowsiness. Seeing her reddened eyes, Yang Xun reached out and gently massaged her temples, guiding a mild stream of True Qi into her to soothe her fatigue. Comforted by his touch, Xu Yue fell asleep right there in his arms. It was as if the exhaustion of the past few days had finally found an outlet, and she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Yang Xun carried her upstairs. Just as he was about to get into bed, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Xu Qian walked in wearing a white lace nightgown. Flush with alcohol, her cheeks were tinted with an alluring pink, and her eyes looked somewhat hazy.

“Your sister is asleep. Do you need something from her?” he asked.

“I’m not looking for her. I’m looking for you,” Xu Qian giggled, swaying slightly as she approached.

Before Yang Xun could react, she stepped right up to him. Tilting her head up and standing on her tiptoes, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her lips were sweet and carried a hint of liquor, making her all the more intoxicating.

He desperately wanted to wrap his arms around her and kiss her back fiercely, but Xu Yue was sleeping right there on the bed. Afraid of waking her, Yang Xun quickly pushed Xu Qian away and lowered his voice. “What are you doing? Don’t wake your sister.”

Leaning her soft body against him, Xu Qian pouted in dissatisfaction. “You only have eyes for my sister. Do I not exist to you?”

“You’re drunk. Stop your drunken nonsense here.” Feeling a bit helpless, Yang Xun grabbed her arm, led her out of the room, and pulled her into his own bedroom.

Once the door was shut, their bodies drew even closer. Xu Qian looked up at him, the flush on her cheeks deepening. Her peach-blossom eyes shimmered with a layer of moisture, silently accusing him of being heartless.

“Qianqian? Why are you ignoring me?” Yang Xun asked, his tone probing.

Xu Qian didn’t answer. Rising on her tiptoes, she kissed him again. This time, it was far more passionate than before. The two kissed as if they were battling, frantically devouring each other’s sweetness. Her lips carried the warm scent of alcohol, and her movements were so hurried that her teeth accidentally bumped against the corner of his mouth, sending a sharp sting through his lips.

Yang Xun paused for a second before reaching up to cup the back of her head, deepening the kiss. As their lips and tongues entangled, their clothes scattered on the floor piece by piece.

A moment later, the kiss finally ended, leaving Xu Qian’s breathing rapid and erratic.

“During the two days you were in a coma, I couldn’t sleep at all. I was worried sick about you too,” she mumbled softly, resting her forehead against his chest.

Yang Xun didn’t say a word, simply listening quietly.

“My sister stayed by your side in the ward, but I couldn’t be with you openly. I could only watch you in silence.” As she reached this point, her voice choked with emotion.

Yang Xun’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief. If he wasn’t mistaken, Xu Qian actually liked him! To think they had developed genuine feelings from their time in bed together. Despite her haughty exterior, this girl had actually harbored a place for him in her heart all along.

Truly drunk, Xu Qian abandoned all her usual restraint and muttered to herself, “The day you took my first time, I wanted to kill you. But after that, I couldn’t stop thinking about you every single day.

“Yang Xun, you big jerk. Do you… do you have any feelings for me at all?”

“Of course I do. I’ll prove it with my actions.” Yang Xun felt a wave of sweet triumph wash over him. Who would have thought the proud and aloof Xu Qian would fall for him?

He bent down, scooped her up into his arms, and gently laid her on the bed. She lay on her back, her long, raven hair fanning out across the light gray pillowcase. A faint layer of moisture shimmered in her peach-blossom eyes, and her lips glowed a wet, glossy pink from their fervent kissing.

Even though he had spent two hours being intimate with Xu Yue during the day, it was far from enough to satisfy Yang Xun’s appetite. The pent-up frustration he had accumulated over the past few days surged ferociously at the sight of the seductive Xu Qian.

Like a starved wolf, he pounced on Xu Qian, pinning her to the bed and taking her fiercely. The room filled with the man’s low growls and the woman’s sweet moans. Had everyone else in the villa not been sleeping heavily from the alcohol, they would undoubtedly have been woken up.

It wasn’t until the pre-dawn light faintly seeped through the gap in the curtains that the sounds finally died down. Xu Qian lay on her side against the pillow, her breathing long and steady as she fell completely asleep. Pulling her into his embrace, Yang Xun closed his eyes in contentment.

The next morning.

Yang Xun groggily heard a set of footsteps approaching from outside the door. His eyes snapped open. Acting almost entirely on instinct, he glanced down at Xu Qian in his arms and then shot a look toward the door, his heart instantly leaping into his throat.

The footsteps stopped at the door.

The next second, the door swung open. Just as the door was pushed inward, Yang Xun hurriedly pulled Xu Qian tight against him and completely covered her with the quilt. By the time Xu Yue walked in wearing a champagne-pink suit, Yang Xun was already pretending to have just woken up, gazing at her with feigned grogginess.

“Yang Xun, why didn’t you sleep with me last night?” Xu Yue asked with a hint of dissatisfaction, completely oblivious to anything unusual beneath the covers.

“I had insomnia last night. You were sleeping so soundly, and I was afraid of waking you up, so I came over here to lie down,” Yang Xun said, his voice hoarse and his body completely tense.

The person in his arms was extremely restless, squirming against him beneath the sheets. A man’s desires were most easily stirred in the morning, and it wasn’t long before an unbearable hunger washed over him.

“Why are you covered in sweat? Get some more sleep. I’m heading to the company.” Xu Yue walked over to the bed, leaned down, and planted a feather-light kiss on his lips.

The door closed, and her footsteps gradually faded down the hallway.

Xu Qian suddenly threw off the quilt, gasping heavily for air, her face flushed bright red. Meeting Yang Xun’s teasing gaze, her face burned beet red. As scenes from the previous night flashed through her mind, she could hardly believe she had actually made such a heartfelt confession.

“Did… did I say something I shouldn’t have last night?” she asked, her voice trembling, desperately hoping it had all been a dream.

Seeing her look of sheer mortification, a mischievous smile surfaced in Yang Xun’s eyes. “Not at all,” he drawled slowly. “You just said, ‘Yang Xun, I like you.’ It’s no big deal.”

“Ahhhhh!” Xu Qian immediately covered her face and shrank under the covers, leaving only the top of her head exposed. “Don’t say another word!”

Looking at how she looked ready to let the floor swallow her whole, Yang Xun couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“What are you laughing at?!” Xu Qian glared at him with her peach-blossom eyes, embarrassed and angry. “I was just talking drunken nonsense! You’re not allowed to take it seriously!”

“Oh? So when you said you were worried about me and couldn’t sleep every night, was that nonsense too?”

Xu Qian’s face turned as red as a boiled lobster. Furious, she began pounding his chest. However, she had completely forgotten that she wasn’t wearing any clothes, only ending up letting him take further advantage of her.

Finally, she yanked the quilt up to wrap around herself, leaped barefoot out of bed, and fled out of the room in a flash.

With a loud BANG, the door slammed shut.

Leaning against the headboard, Yang Xun listened to the hurried footsteps retreating down the hallway, the upward curve of his lips lingering for a long, long time.