Chapter 233 Su Qingran's Initiative

Lin Chen walked into the dormitory, the scent of shower gel lingering in the air. He looked at Su Qingran's damp hair, his tone full of tenderness:

"Did you just take a shower? Did you just get back from the hospital and not have time to rest properly?"

"Mm." Su Qingran nodded gently, walked to the sofa, and sat down, her tone soft:

"Grandma was discharged today, and my mom took her home. Since my leave of absence just expired, I came straight back to the academy. I thought I'd take a shower first to freshen up."

Lin Chen walked over and sat beside her. Without a word, he reached out and gently pressed on her shoulders. His fingertips could feel the stiffness in her shoulders, and his tone became even more tender:

"Look at your shoulders; you must be exhausted. Let me massage them for you so you can relax."

Su Qingran did not refuse. She leaned back against the sofa, closed her eyes, and a look of relaxation appeared on her face.

Lin Chen's palms, warm to the touch, gently kneaded her shoulders with moderate pressure, easing the fatigue from her body.

As he massaged, his hands unconsciously slid downward. His fingertips brushed against her soft curves, and Su Qingran's body stiffened slightly.

Just as she was about to open her eyes, Lin Chen leaned in and gently kissed her cheek. His warm lips carried a faint scent of mint, gentle and lingering.

Su Qingran's cheeks instantly burned hot, and her previously stiff body softened. She closed her eyes, letting Lin Chen kiss her, her fingertips gently clutching the corner of his shirt, her breathing gradually becoming rapid.

The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly ambiguous. Sunlight from outside filtered through the gaps in the curtains, falling upon the two of them, gentle and affectionate. It wasn't until an hour later that they finally slowed down. Su Qingran leaned in Lin Chen's arms, her cheeks flushed, her breath yet to steady, her eyes filled with shyness and reliance.

"Lin Chen, you just gave me a 200,000-yuan bag, and I can't even bear to use it."

"Why did you get me 200,000 yuan worth of shareholder equity too?"

"This... is a bit too much!"

She lay by the bedside, pressed against Lin Chen, and said.

"Look at you, what kind of polite, distant talk is that?"

"You've already given yourself to me; if I have money and don't spend it on you, am I that kind of heartless man?"

After saying this, he kissed her forehead again, while his hand kept moving restlessly over her soft curves.

"I'm giving you shares to help you make money. You don't need to worry about anything; just wait for the dividends."

"Alright!"

She replied softly. Seeing how good Lin Chen was to her, she felt very warm inside.

"Since you're so thoughtful and considerate, I'll take the initiative this time."

This sentence reminded Lin Chen of the first time they were in the hotel together.

"That's good; I've been reminiscing about our first time..."

"Don't say it..."

Then she shrank down under the covers.

... It was another grueling morning. After finally making it to the end, Lin Chen stretched, his body still carrying a lingering sense of laziness.

"It's already past three in the afternoon; I need to go to the company."

Lin Chen said, grabbing the jacket draped over the back of the chair. His tone was calm, but he already had plans in his mind.

The company matters weren't urgent; there was someone else important waiting.

Then he added, "I have a class this afternoon, but I'm not going to go." He scratched his head, his tone slightly ingratiating, "I have to trouble you to help me ask for leave from the instructor. Thanks, brother!"

Su Qingran waved her hand, still sprawled on the bed. A trace of fatigue crossed her eyes, but it hid a subtle, imperceptible excitement: "Mm, go ahead. I'm too tired and need to lie down for a while longer."

Lin Chen immediately grabbed his car keys and left. As the orange mclaren drove out from the nearby campus, it drew the side-eyes of a crowd of students at the School Gate. Camera shutters clicked, but he didn't care at all. He stepped on the gas and headed straight in the direction of He Yun's home.

He had made plans with her yesterday to have dinner with her tonight, and he couldn't break his promise.

The car stopped steadily at the entrance of He Yun's villa. Lin Chen dialed her number, his voice softening a few degrees compared to when he was talking to his "brother" earlier, yet carrying a hint of irresistible pampering: "Come out. I'm at your doorstep. For dinner, let's go to the Hilton Hotel; order whatever you want to eat."

A light, cheerful voice came from the other end of the line, carrying a hint of excited coquetry: "Alright, alright! Wait a few minutes for me, I'll be quick!"

Lin Chen leaned against the car, tapping his fingertips on the door, wondering what He Yun would be wearing today. He didn't have to wait long before he saw a figure walk out of the building entrance.

He Yun was dressed exceptionally eye-catchingly. A simple and elegant cheongsam wrapped around her plump body, outlining her curvaceous figure, and her full buttocks were accentuated by the cheongsam, appearing even more pert.

The curve of her chest was just right. Everywhere she walked, she was the center of attention, and the few men passing by couldn't help but let their eyes linger on her for a few extra seconds.

He Yun opened the car door and sat in, carrying a faint scent of perfume. Lin Chen turned his head to look at her, his gaze sweeping over her body, a playful smile curling the corners of his mouth. His tone was direct and ambiguous: "Dressed so beautifully? Will this cheongsam be a bit troublesome to take off?"

He Yun blushed at his words and burst into a giggle. She reached out and tapped him lightly, coquettishly saying: "Hehe, you, we haven't even eaten yet, and you're already thinking about that?"

She paused, leaned in closer, and lowered her voice, carrying a hint of seduction: "Let's eat first. Tonight, you can do whatever you want. Don't worry, this cheongsam has a zipper; it's very easy."

"Oh?" Lin Chen raised an eyebrow, the smile in his eyes deepening. He didn't say anything more and directly took out his phone to call the Hilton. His tone was steady yet a bit flamboyant: "Hello, reserve the luxury floor-to-ceiling glass window suite on the top floor for me. Yes, checking in tonight. Make sure to keep the best one."

After hanging up, he turned to look at He Yun. Seeing her eyes sparkling with anticipation, he couldn't help but tease her: "We haven't seen each other for half a month. Have you missed me?"

He Yun's face turned even redder. She bit her lip and didn't speak, but her legs tightened involuntarily. That subtle movement was more direct than any answer. Lin Chen understood immediately, and a wave of heat rose in his heart.

"Let's go eat first," Lin Chen started the car, his tone carrying a mischievous smirk as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Tonight we'll play by the window again. I guarantee it'll be even more exciting than last time..."

As soon as these words were out, He Yun's face turned red to the roots of her ears, and the image of last time at the hotel immediately flashed in her mind.

By the floor-to-ceiling window, the transparent glass allowed a view of the distant city lights at night, the intimacy in the bathtub—every scene was as clear as if it had happened yesterday. Her throat tightened, and she let out a soft "Mm," her voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz, almost inaudible.

Arriving at the Hilton, the two walked straight into the private room, and Lin Chen pushed the menu to He Yun.