With Mu Lin’s sweet care, the injury on Dong Enyu’s hand seemed to heal as quickly as an online game character recovering with a breeze of spring.
She removed her cast three days earlier than the doctor’s two-week estimate, allowing her to attend an important meeting at Coral Reef Group.
Dong Enyu drove alone to Haijiao Headquarters, following the GPS, and discovered that her villa was less than half an hour away from Haijiao.
It seemed Huo Ai hadn’t left her without protection; if she were pursued by Wutang’s people, she could quickly find refuge.
Dong Enyu took the elevator straight to the sixtieth floor.
As soon as the doors opened, she saw Shirley coming out of the office.
Shirley was visibly surprised to see Dong Enyu, as if shocked by her appearance.
“Miss Dong? You’re here so soon? I didn’t hear Manager Huo mention it,” Shirley said, addressing her as Miss rather than Manager Huo, because Dong Enyu was merely a sidekick to Huo Ai.
She scratched her head, seemingly embarrassed, and immediately invited Dong Enyu into the office.
As Dong Enyu pushed open the door, she was immediately struck by the view.
Huo Ai sat behind the desk, a large leather chair shielding her from the sunlight.
From this angle, she was enveloped in shadow, but her eyes were particularly bright, with dark pupils that seemed to shimmer with starlight.
Her fair face was expressionless, and upon seeing Dong Enyu, she nodded slightly, her hands casually supporting her chin.
She exuded a classical yet authoritative aura.
Behind her was a floor-to-ceiling window, revealing a view of half mountain, half sea, with lush greenery swaying and blue waves crashing against rocks.
The majestic scenery contrasted with the calm interior, creating an atmosphere of awe.
Even Dong Enyu couldn’t help but swallow nervously, not daring to speak.
Huo Ai was different from the women she knew.
She wasn’t as cold and forceful as Zhao Han, as wild as Yong Le, as quietly lethal as Luo Ye, nor as gentle and accommodating as Mu Lin.
Huo Ai was unique, appearing elegant and classical, yet exuding an imperial aura, like a phoenix with restrained wings, inherently unable to suppress her dominance.
“I came as soon as I removed the cast, as you instructed,” Dong Enyu said with a slight smile.
The tear mole under Huo Ai’s right eye should have added a touch of softness, but instead, it gave her an air of abstinence.
Or perhaps she was inherently a woman without desires?
“You removed it early? Are you sure the injury is fine?” Huo Ai gestured for Dong Enyu to sit in the tea area, and she herself tidied up the documents and joined her.
Although the office had a modern decor, the tea area featured a classical Chinese low table and ceramic teapot, blending seamlessly into the atmosphere.
“I discussed it with the doctor.
He said removing it wouldn’t affect anything, but I still can’t lift heavy objects for now,” Dong Enyu said, watching Huo Ai skillfully rinse the teapot and cups.
Her graceful movements captivated Dong Enyu, like watching a classical performance.
“There’s a pre-auction briefing tomorrow night.
Are you going?” Since Dong Enyu’s cast removal was scheduled for the day after tomorrow, Huo Ai hadn’t planned for her to attend, but now that her hand was healed, she asked.
“Yes.” Dong Enyu took the tea Huo Ai offered, sipping it.
It was slightly bitter but had a subtle sweetness.
Of course, she would go.
“You might run into your old employer at the event.
Have you thought about how to handle it?” Huo Ai raised her eyes, the light in her phoenix eyes suggesting she couldn’t afford to fail.
Her voice had a unique huskiness, not too high or low, soothing to the ear.
Dong Enyu finished her tea, lowering her gaze to hide her smile.
Facing her old employer, Wutang, Huo Ai’s gaze needed to remain steady.
Dong Enyu held her teacup, returning a gentle smile.
“Of course.”
That night, Dong Enyu stood in front of the dressing mirror, wearing the suit Huo Ai had prepared for her.
Huo Ai seemed to prefer suits over women’s outfits, so Dong Enyu complied, donning a black suit jacket.
Her long, straight legs were wrapped in black trousers, a clean white shirt, and a dark blue tie.
The reflection in the mirror retained her feminine allure, adding a unique charm.
Dong Enyu left the bedroom, and Mu Lin was still in the bathroom showering.
She glanced at the bathroom, smiling as she found some light music to play through the speakers.
After the beautiful melody filled the room, she deliberately dimmed the lights.
When Mu Lin emerged from the bathroom in her pajamas, she was stunned.
A towel covered her head, her hair still dripping, but she saw Dong Enyu in a sharp suit, her long wavy hair tied up, arms crossed, leaning against the wall with a smile.
Even the lights were dimmed.
“What’s going on, Enyu?” Mu Lin asked, puzzled, standing in place.
Was this some kind of game?
“May I have the honor of asking Miss Mu for a dance?” Dong Enyu suppressed her laughter, walking over to Mu Lin with a gentlemanly bow, extending a hand to invite her to dance.
The soft music, swirling around the room like magic, transformed the atmosphere into a ballroom.
If Mu Lin weren’t in her cute plain pajamas, she would undoubtedly be the heroine in a movie, ready for a romantic date with a prince.
But she was the heroine now, always in Dong Enyu’s eyes.
“Okay.” Mu Lin removed the towel, taking Dong Enyu’s hand for a slow dance.
They waltzed around the living room, Dong Enyu holding Mu Lin’s waist, Mu Lin’s hand resting on her arm.
As their gazes met, they could see the smiles in each other’s eyes, burning with passionate love, leaving behind a clear, dewy tenderness.
Dong Enyu relished this feeling, being cherished and loved, more than any stormy romance.
Mu Lin looked at her seriously.
They were of similar height, making a perfect match.
Mu Lin seemed like a little woman nestled in front of Dong Enyu, but only Dong Enyu knew that this little lamb wasn’t so docile in bed.
After spending a few days together, she could sense Mu Lin’s gentle persistence.
She might not speak or ask, but she cared for Dong Enyu in every way, preparing her clothes for the next day, cooking and doing chores like a virtuous wife, yet not forgetting to demand rewards at night.
If Dong Enyu refused, she would even put on a pitiful, bullied look, softly whining until she half-coaxed, half-tricked her into submission.
Dong Enyu had to admit, she really couldn’t handle her.
“Why did Enyu suddenly wear a suit?” After the dance, Mu Lin hugged Dong Enyu and asked.
“I’m attending a banquet with my boss tomorrow, so I tried it on first.
Does it look good?” She leaned in, pressing her forehead against Mu Lin’s, inhaling the fragrance emanating from her, a sweet scent as wonderful as the feeling she gave.
Mu Lin nodded at her words, but the dim light in her eyes didn’t escape Dong Enyu’s notice.
“Are you unhappy?” she asked softly, wondering if her attending the banquet displeased Mu Lin.
“Not really,” she pinched Dong Enyu’s arm at her waist and said calmly, “I’m just a bit worried.”
…Worried? Dong Enyu raised an eyebrow.
What was there to worry about with her attending a dinner party with the boss?
Seemingly catching Dong Enyu’s gaze, Mu Lin hesitated for a moment before whispering in a voice as small as a mosquito’s, “Afraid you’ll be taken away.”
This time, it was Dong Enyu’s turn to be stunned.
Was Mu Lin really worried about that?
“You’re worrying for nothing.” She had always been the one doing the seducing; no one had ever seduced her.
…Except for Mu Lin.
Seeing her blushing cheeks and pouting lips, it seemed Mu Lin wasn’t too happy with Dong Enyu’s rebuttal.
“It’s just a presentation, and besides, I’m a woman in a suit.
Who could I possibly seduce?” Dong Enyu lifted her hand to cup Mu Lin’s face, making her look directly at her.
Those light brown eyes were so clear, her worry was evident, and it warmed Dong Enyu’s heart, showing that Mu Lin cared about her.
“What about women?” Mu Lin asked, tilting her head slightly as she covered the hand on her cheek.
…If not men, then what about women? Dong Enyu suddenly laughed.
This girl was so cute, actually worried about other women seducing her.
“I’ll just seduce you, how about that?” she asked, her voice deep and steady, her breath brushing against the corner of Mu Lin’s lips.
After speaking, Dong Enyu stepped back, putting some distance between them, then casually removed her dark blue tie and tossed it onto the sofa.
She noticed Mu Lin’s gaze following her hands, so she smiled slightly and began unbuttoning her shirt, one button at a time, as if in slow motion.
The white shirt gradually opened with her movements, revealing glimpses of her honey-colored skin.
The music was still playing, but the atmosphere had completely changed.
Mu Lin felt her whole body heat up, her gaze involuntarily following Dong Enyu’s fingers as she unbuttoned five buttons, revealing a teal lace bra underneath.
It made her swallow hard, but she didn’t want to interrupt Dong Enyu’s performance; she wanted to keep watching, to see how Dong Enyu would seduce her.
Dong Enyu slightly pulled her shirt open, presenting the enticing view beneath.
Despite being clothed, she exuded an incredible allure.
…Even more tantalizing than being completely naked.
“Am I seductive like this?” she asked with a teasing smile, leaning close to Mu Lin’s ear, her voice full of provocation.
The suit was already sprayed with perfume, the mature woman’s scent enveloping Mu Lin.
Her hands trembled, unable to find words to respond to the woman.
Thinking her teasing wasn’t enough, Dong Enyu was about to unbutton more when Mu Lin suddenly grabbed her wrist.
The burning heat made Dong Enyu shiver.
She looked up, seeing Mu Lin’s cheeks so red they seemed about to burst, making Dong Enyu worry she might faint.
It seemed this performance had gone too far; she forgot Mu Lin was still an innocent woman at heart.
“Don’t hold back, should I help you cool down?” Dong Enyu originally intended to calm Mu Lin, but the words came out differently.
…Cool down.
Mu Lin nodded vigorously, pulling Dong Enyu along as they stumbled towards the bedroom.
Now, there was only one way to cool down; once the passion burned out, the fire would naturally be gone.
The kindling was Dong Enyu, and the fire was Mu Lin.
So when the bedroom door closed with a thud, ambiguous and playful sounds came from inside.
Before long, Dong Enyu’s suppressed panting could be heard, coquettishly saying, “Don’t tear it, I need to wear it tomorrow.”
