Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1146 - 1124: Husband, Are You Comfortable?
"Whether she did it or not, from now on, whether at school or with the Ning Family, she’ll dare not mess with you anymore."
With that, he strode forward on his long legs.
Today, in front of everyone in the Ning Family, he exposed Ning Duoduo’s surface kindness toward Qiao Yongyong, which was actually full of animosity. From now on, whenever anything happens to Qiao Yongyong, everyone will first assume it’s Ning Duoduo’s doing, so Ning Duoduo naturally won’t dare to act up against Qiao Yongyong anymore.
Qiao Yongyong paused, mustered some courage, and quickly rushed over, hugging his lean and narrow waist from behind: "You’re afraid I’ll be bullied, aren’t you?"
He wasn’t expecting her to pounce on him, but he was already used to her shameless boldness and enthusiasm. After a brief hesitation, he grabbed her hands, ready to pry her away.
She hugged tighter, almost trying to bury herself into his muscles through his shirt, inhaling the sweet, masculine, and elegant fragrance from his body:
"...I know, you’re going to say if I get bullied, you’d be embarrassed, which is why you protect me, right? ...Alright, so today, when Gong Sen called, you came to the hospital so quickly. Wasn’t it because you were worried about me..."
He caught her delicate wrist that was hugging his waist and unceremoniously tossed it aside: "Being perpetually self-absorbed like this must be tough for you. You’re my wife now; I have to come to the hospital. Even if you died, I’d have to come collect your body..."
At this point, his breath hitched, the somewhat heavy breathing resuming with a gritted voice: "Qiao Yongyong, what are you doing! Take it out!"
This Little Demoness, unzipped his pants without warning!
She actually took advantage when he was talking to slip her hand inside—
Qiao Yongyong hummed a tune, hmph, if not for this, he’d continue lecturing her like some old man!
This is the quickest way to shut a man up.
He could feel that her "technique" had improved compared to before, a flush rising to his high-bridged nose like he’d been drinking. Angrily wanting to pull her hand away, he feared she might not let go and accidentally hurt his buddies, so he restrained the heat in his voice:
"I’ll say it again, let go."
"Honey, does it feel good? I’ve watched several hundred GBs of movies to learn, haven’t I made progress?"
She couldn’t admit they were gay films, otherwise Brother Yixiao might kill her; was she treating him like a comrade?
As she spoke, her small hand continued to stroke inside his trousers.
The flush on his nose deepened; this demoness had actually watched porn... yet just before he couldn’t take it anymore and was about to erupt, he firmly grabbed her hand: "Enough! What progress!"
Did she think this would erode his will?
What a joke!
She was shoved to the side, watching him escape into the bathroom as if fleeing. Dazed for a moment, was it uncomfortable?
Impossible, she’d mimicked all the movie moves.
It seemed Brother Yixiao had incredibly strong willpower—
No, her technique must be lacking, she needed to practice more!
...
Inside the bathroom.
Nie Yixiao fixed his clothes and splashed some cold water on his face. The heated flush from desire on his handsome face gradually faded away.
Just a bit more.
He was so close to surrendering, almost losing control.
The strong willpower he’d cultivated over the years was surprisingly vulnerable to that little temptress’s teasing.
And today, he even openly declared war on the entire Ning Family for her—opposing her meant opposing himself.
Did something short-circuit in his brain?
However he denied it, deep down, he indeed couldn’t allow others to bully her.
He could despise her, loathe her, reject her, but others absolutely couldn’t.
This made him somewhat furious. Perhaps it was the heat she aroused still simmering in his body, as he kicked over the laundry basket by the washbasin with a heavy foot, strode out, changed his clothes, grabbed his car keys, and left the room.
Qiao Yongyong was lying on the sofa, contemplating how to make him more "comfortable" next time. Seeing him take the car keys as if heading out, she jumped up from the sofa: "Brother Yixiao, where are you going?"
"None of your business." Nie Yixiao tossed down a cold line, his silhouette disappearing around the stair corner.
***
Tanghu Villa.
It’s night.
Nie Yixiao stood before the room’s floor-to-ceiling window, sleeves rolled up, shirt collar slightly open revealing a well-toned and strong chest. Holding a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, he gazed at the view of the artificial lake below.
Finally escaped from that demoness.
Much more peaceful.
Though recalling her flirtations from a few hours ago, his ears still felt a little warm.
Suddenly, the phone rang violently.
He walked over, picked it up; it was a call from Gong Sen, his heart stirring as he answered: "Found anything?"
"Yes, I found the thug who attacked Miss Qiao. He said it was Gan Jinhong who instructed him to scare Miss Qiao with acid."
Gan Jinhong.
Nie Yixiao’s eyes narrowed, not entirely surprised.
"Young Master Nie, it seems Gan Jinhong hates Miss Qiao for taking you from him, wanting to defend his sister. So, should I arrange a meeting with Gan Jinhong to warn him not to go after Miss Qiao?"
Talk, what’s the point? If Gan Jinhong did it, he surely wouldn’t admit it.
He pondered for a few seconds, then murmured some instructions to Gong Sen.
Gong Sen listened, eyes curving with delight, nodding promptly.
...
After hanging up, the night was deep.
Xiaozhang’s knocking came from the door: "Boss, someone’s here to see you at the villa."
Nie Yixiao put down the wine, eyes flicking, who would come looking for him so late, could it be that girl?
"Who."
"A young lady from the Gan Family."
Gan Ying?
His gaze sank, but he could guess seven or eight parts of Gan Ying’s purpose: "Invite her in."
Five minutes later, light footsteps sounded at the door.
Xiaozhang opened the door, accompanying Gan Ying inside.
Gan Ying wore a sky-blue dress, her hair cascading softly around her shoulders, her face beautiful and elegant, still embodying a graceful lady as she held her breath, walking into the man’s room, stopping only when she saw his familiar figure.
The young and impossibly handsome man sat with a casual elegance and immense nobility, like a dust-free sculpture, lounging on an Italy sofa, white shirt collar loosened by two buttons, bronzed chest showcasing distinctly chiseled curves, long legs wrapped in iron-gray trousers, Baroque loafers shining spotless, exuding a cold ascetic vibe that paradoxically lured one to throw themselves onto him.
For a moment, Gan Ying forgot to breathe, only under the man’s scorching scrutiny did she speak: "I’m here to apologize for my brother’s actions. I’m sorry, I didn’t know my brother would go this far..."
