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That evening, Jiang Rou meticulously prepared a candlelit dinner at home. The small crystal candlesticks cast a warm and gentle glow, their flickering light mingling with the faint scent of wax in the air. The living room was enveloped in a romantic and intimate ambiance.
She changed into a black silk gown with a daring V-neckline that was almost scandalous. The silk flowed like water, hugging her body’s curves and rising and falling with her movements, perfectly accentuating her waist and hips. Eugene's bracelet sparkled on her wrist, the latest design from Shangguan Yun, not yet available in stores.
Deliberately letting her long hair fall freely, she spritzed on a seductive fragrance, enhancing the allure of her eyes with just the right amount of eyeliner. "Lin Yue, you’re back," Jiang Rou's voice was sweeter than usual as she walked slowly toward Lin Yue, her hips swaying enticingly, exuding both charm and an air of noble elegance.
"You’ve been working hard lately," Jiang Rou said softly, reaching for Lin Yue’s hand, her fingertips brushing against Lin Yue’s palm in a teasing manner. She led Lin Yue to sit at the dining table. "Let’s have some red wine tonight."
"1982 Bordeaux, your favorite." She gracefully leaned down to pour the wine, ensuring that Lin Yue had an unobstructed view of her neckline.
Jiang Rou was clearly well-prepared for this evening, which stirred a mix of nervousness and helplessness within her. "Try it," she said, holding the glass close to Lin Yue’s body. "It’s from the Pomerol estate."
The scent of perfume wafted over them, thick and intoxicating, carrying an exhilarating note that quickened the heartbeat.
"Not this perfume again," Lin Yue thought to herself with resignation.
"Lin Yue," Jiang Rou leaned in closer, her chest brushing against Lin Yue's arm as her red lips grazed Lin Yue’s earlobe. "My parents called today; they said they miss us."
She elongated her words playfully, as if coaxing, "They want us to visit and take a vacation together."
Lin Yue paused as she picked up food with her chopsticks upon hearing Jiang Rou's words. She looked up at Jiang Rou. "Really? When should we go?"
"Next week," Jiang Rou replied quickly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Just the two of us—no work, no interruptions..."
The implication in her words was unmistakable; the heat in Jiang Rou's gaze felt almost like it could burn Lin Yue.
"If we go to America, it’ll take at least half a month..." Lin Yue pondered silently. "It’s been so long since I’ve seen her..."
But thinking of her parents made her realize she hadn’t visited them in quite some time. She nodded gently in agreement, though her face showed little joy.
"What about Brother Chen?" she recalled Lu Chen. "He hasn’t been back for ages either."
"He won’t be going back for now," Jiang Rou twirled a strand of hair around her finger, a sly smile playing on her lips. "He said he has projects to oversee at work, but..."
She paused deliberately, locking eyes with Lin Yue as if about to share a secret, lowering her voice slightly: "I suspect he’s just afraid of being pressured into marriage."
The image of Lu Chen avoiding marriage proposals flashed through Lin Yue's mind, and she couldn’t help but chuckle softly. The laughter brightened her demeanor significantly.
"That really sounds like him," Lin Yue shook her head with a smile. "Even though his family has set him up with potential matches ages ago, he still avoids them."
Seeing that long-lost smile on Lin Yue's face made Jiang Rou's heart skip a beat; it was as if she had been captivated all over again.
She gazed at Lin Yue with adoration in her eyes, feeling as if her heart might leap from her chest—ever since meeting Su Yao, it had been so long since Lin Yue had smiled at her like this.
"I haven’t seen you smile like that in ages," she said with a slight tremor in her voice as she instinctively settled onto Lin Yue's lap, gently cradling Lin Yue’s face in her hands. "You look truly beautiful when you smile."
Without any warning, she placed a brief yet passionate kiss on Lin Yue's lips, the gesture so natural it felt as if they shared such kisses every day. This kiss was not born from deliberate seduction, but from a pure affection, a heartfelt appreciation for the person before her.
"I love you, Lin Yue," she whispered softly. "I really love you."
Jiang Rou's eyes sparkled with undeniable love, and combined with the effects of the aphrodisiac perfume, it almost made Lin Yue feel dizzy. A blush instantly spread across Lin Yue's face, her heart racing uncontrollably.
Caught off guard, Lin Yue didn't know how to react. She hurriedly averted her gaze and downed her drink in one go, trying to dispel the sudden intimacy that had enveloped them.
"I have to go to the film set tomorrow," Lin Yue said, changing the subject as her fingertips unconsciously traced circles around the rim of her glass, desperately avoiding Jiang Rou's gaze. "I haven't been there in a while and want to talk to the director before I leave."
The words fell like a bucket of cold water on Jiang Rou, extinguishing all lingering flirtation. Her smile froze instantly, and the light in her eyes dimmed.
She knew exactly why Lin Yue suddenly remembered the film set—who was there and what that person meant to Lin Yue.
With grace, she stood up from Lin Yue's lap and returned to her own seat.
"The film set?" Jiang Rou's voice remained gentle but carried an edge of calmness. "You don't need to worry about the crew; Lu Chen just went there two days ago. Everything is going smoothly. You should just rest well."
She pretended to sip her drink casually, but only the tight grip on her glass betrayed her unease.
"I still need to go before I leave the country," Lin Yue said firmly, meeting Jiang Rou's gaze without compromise.
"Sure," Jiang Rou replied cheerfully, gently setting down her glass with a perfect smile. "Then I'll go with you."
Lin Yue lowered her head and absentmindedly murmured an "mm." She had intended to go alone but anticipated that Jiang Rou wouldn't agree.
Suddenly, a wave of heat washed over her. Lin Yue undid a few buttons at the top of her shirt, feeling flushed.
"Xiao Rou, your new perfume... it's making me uncomfortable. Let's try something else next time," Lin Yue frowned and pressed her forehead. "I need to take a shower."
In the bathroom, hot water cascaded over Lin Yue's heated body, yet the warmth only intensified. She turned down the temperature in an attempt to cool off both her body and restless heart.
Her thoughts involuntarily drifted towards Su Yao and the three small moles on her neck. Tomorrow she would see her again.
The thought made Lin Yue even more restless, her heart pounding like a drum.
After showering, wrapped in a bathrobe, Lin Yue entered the living room and called Lu Chen in front of Jiang Rou to inform him that she would be going to the film set tomorrow but that Jiang Rou would accompany her.
On the other end of the line, Lu Chen immediately picked up on the hidden plea woven into her words.
After hanging up, she found Jiang Rou standing before her with her back turned.
"Lin Yue, can you help me with my zipper? I'm going to take a shower too."
As Lin Yue slowly pulled down the zipper, Jiang Rou's smooth white back gradually revealed itself inch by inch.
"Oh my..." Lin Yue closed her eyes and cleared her throat. "All done. I'm feeling a bit tired; I think I'll head to bed now."
Jiang Rou's lips curled into a slight smile as she walked into the bathroom.
After taking a shower, Jiang Rou slipped into a sheer silk nightgown and climbed into bed, gently wrapping her arms around Lin Yue's waist from behind, pressing her lips against the nape of her neck.
Lin Yue remained still, eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. Jiang Rou said nothing, only tightening her embrace around Lin Yue's waist. Lin Yue felt the warmth radiating from her back, a mix of restlessness and helplessness swirling within her as she silently endured the moment.
The next morning, a rapid series of doorbell rings broke the silence. Lu Chen stood at the door, looking anxious. "Rou Rou, there's a problem with the contract at Jinding. Their legal department insists you must sign it in person. If we miss this contract, we could lose over a hundred million!"
"You!" Jiang Rou glared at Lu Chen in frustration as they silently faced each other for a few seconds. Finally, with reluctance, she turned to Lin Yue. "Lin Yue, it seems I have to deal with this issue first."
She approached Lin Yue and adjusted her collar gently. "You can go to the set, but remember not to overwork yourself."
Lin Yue nodded, watching Jiang Rou leave. The moment the door closed, she exchanged a knowing glance with Lu Chen, both sharing a subtle smile.
Lin Yue started her car and headed straight for the film set. The scenery outside rushed by—the tall buildings blurred past, and the trees swayed as if the entire city was making way for her. Her emotions were a mix of excitement and anxiety, her heart racing in her chest.
"What will her reaction be when she sees me?" Lin Yue pondered. "Will she blame me for not contacting her for so long?" The thought tightened her chest, a wave of unease washing over her. Yet more than that was an uncontrollable longing for Su Yao.
Upon arriving at the parking lot of the film set, Lin Yue parked her car and tidied her hair in the rearview mirror. Today she had deliberately chosen a pink shirt paired with beige casual trousers, breaking away from her usual somber attire—youthful and vibrant, reflecting her current mood.
"I hope everything goes smoothly today," Lin Yue whispered as she opened the car door. Her heartbeat quickened as she walked step by step toward the set, each step bringing her closer to Su Yao.
Jiang Rou stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in her office, phone pressed to her ear, her tone icy. "Zhang Zihao, Lin Yue went to the set by herself today." Her long fingers lightly tapped against the window frame.
On the other end of the line, Zhang Zihao chuckled teasingly. "What's wrong? Miss Jiang can't keep an eye on her little girlfriend?"
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