{Chapter: 340 Dragonfly and signature!}
Yan Ruyue had already made her preparations several days ago.
Ever since the moment the torn betrothal contract was pieced back together, she had made up her mind—she would never let Lin Yuan slip away again.
As the capable and intelligent president of her own company, Yan Ruyue was far from a timid or indecisive woman. She was someone who knew what she wanted, and once she set her sights on something—or someone—she wouldn't back down easily.
Even though she knew a man like Lin Yuan would inevitably attract the attention of countless women—women who were beautiful, elegant, and outstanding in every way—even if someone as dazzling and flawless as Chi Qian pursued him, Yan Ruyue was determined to hold her ground.
She had resolved to be courageous, to stop hesitating and take action.
In the past, Lin Yuan often teased her about owing him rewards for one thing or another, always wearing that playful smirk. Yan Ruyue still remembered the way her cheeks would flush red with embarrassment whenever he brought it up. The teasing always made her flustered, and she'd never had the nerve to respond properly.
But this time, things were different.
Hearing Lin Yuan casually praise other girls, coupled with the growing closeness between him and women like Chi Qian, Gui Qingtong, and a handful of other beautiful girls in his orbit, Yan Ruyue couldn't stay passive anymore.
She needed to stake her claim—at least a small one.
And so, instead of waiting or overthinking, she leaned in and gave Lin Yuan a sudden kiss.
It wasn't on the lips, but it was enough to make her heart race. She pressed her soft lips against his cheek gently but deliberately, hoping to catch him off guard and turn his attention toward her, if only for a moment.
It was her way of saying: "Don't forget me. I'm here too."
She didn't try to hide the fact that she liked him. In truth, she had liked him for quite some time now. But the one thing she wasn't entirely sure of—what made her chest feel tight—was whether Lin Yuan truly liked her in return.
So she had taken the initiative.
She wanted him to feel something when he looked at her. She wanted to stir his heart.
And Yan Ruyue had confidence—absolute confidence—in her charm and beauty. She was proud, accomplished, and known as the graceful and untouchable ice-cold goddess. If she couldn't make a man's heart flutter with a kiss, who could?
She believed that kind of spontaneous affection—the kind that comes out of nowhere—was powerful enough to make anyone's heart skip a beat.
However, Lin Yuan's reaction was not quite what she expected.
The truth was, Lin Yuan was surprised by Yan Ruyue's boldness. He didn't expect the cold and aloof president to suddenly lean in and kiss him, especially not when they weren't alone. It was completely out of character for the Yan Ruyue he knew—or thought he knew.
But Lin Yuan wasn't just any man.
He wasn't the kind of guy who'd get flustered over a sudden kiss on the cheek, no matter how beautiful the girl was.
He wasn't the same boy he used to be—easily swayed by affection or overwhelmed by beauty. Even when someone like Chi Qian, a woman so perfect she seemed unreal, stood in front of him, he could keep his emotions in check.
Lin Yuan had already developed a strong resistance to beauty and charm. His heart no longer fluttered so easily.
And though Yan Ruyue was undeniably stunning—her icy beauty giving her an almost ethereal presence—and although she had the added allure of being a powerful and independent businesswoman, the kiss she gave him had only brushed against his cheek.
If she had kissed him on the lips, perhaps it would have stirred something deeper. Perhaps it would have made his heart skip, even just a microsecond. But as it stood, the kiss—like a dragonfly skimming across the surface of a lake—barely left a ripple in his heart.
(T/N: Like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water = touch on something without going into it deeply)
Still, Lin Yuan wasn't made of stone.
Just as Yan Ruyue tried to walk away quickly, her face slightly flushed, hoping to hide her nervousness and retreat before things got awkward—
She suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around her.
Lin Yuan had pulled her into an embrace.
It wasn't overly tight, but it was firm enough to hold her in place.
Her eyes widened slightly, caught off guard once more. The sensation of his warmth, the strength in his arms, and the closeness of their bodies all at once—it made her breath hitch.
She didn't expect him to react this way.
And in that moment, Yan Ruyue didn't know if she had made a mistake… or if she had just taken the first step toward something far deeper than she had planned.
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Lin Yuan was in Yan Ruyue's office—a private domain of elegance and power—but at that moment, the only thing he was interested in was the woman standing before him.
She had just finished discussing business, her tone cold and sharp, but now that the office door was shut, her defenses were beginning to melt under Lin Yuan's relentless gaze. He stepped in closer, the predator's heat rising off him. Her breath hitched—she could feel the shift.
His hand moved with deliberate slowness, brushing past the hem of her silk blouse to cup the generous swell of her breast through the fabric. Yan Ruyue's eyes widened. Her body jolted at the contact, but he didn't stop. He leaned in, lips brushing along the soft curve of her neck, drawing in her scent—fresh, elegant, and maddeningly feminine.
"Mmm… you know, I've always admired how seriously you treat these," Lin Yuan whispered, his voice low and thick as his hand slid under her top, finding the smooth skin beneath.
His palm was warm, assertive, and unforgiving. Her breasts were soft beyond compare—plump, creamy, almost too perfect. Each squeeze drew a tremble from her, each flick of his thumb over her nipple sent a jolt through her spine. They were magnificent, and he handled them like he owned them.
Yan Ruyue gasped, her back arching as she instinctively tried to escape—but there was nowhere to go.
"No… no, Lin Yuan—ah…" she whimpered, her tone a mixture of protest and breathless desire.
He didn't stop. He loved the way she reacted—the struggle, the pride in her voice, the blush heating her flawless cheeks. Her body was speaking a different language than her mouth, and Lin Yuan understood it fluently.
Her bra was discarded like an afterthought, and he bent his head to one of her breasts. His tongue teased her nipple, swirling, flicking, then sucking with slow hunger. Yan Ruyue clenched her fists against the desk, her lips parting with a quiet cry as her chest heaved under the attention.
"You... always act so shameless…" she moaned, biting her lip.
He didn't reply with words. His hands slid down from her breasts to her hips, and then lower, finding the curves of her thighs. Slowly, he knelt before her, his lips dragging down her stomach, across her navel, leaving hot kisses as he descended. Her legs trembled.
Yan Ruyue's prized, jade-white legs—long, slender, wrapped in sheer black stockings—were now the target of Lin Yuan's hungry gaze. He ran his hands along them reverently, like a man worshiping the legs of a goddess sculpted in flesh.
"So flawless," he murmured, spreading her thighs open just enough for his mouth to meet the inside of her knee. His lips traveled up, licking the sensitive skin above the stocking line, until she was shivering with anticipation.
"Lin Yuan… someone might come…" she whispered, her voice soft and breathy, but her body betrayed her again—it leaned into him, welcomed his mouth as it traveled higher, higher…
The office was filled with the soft, obscene sound of his kisses. Her thighs tensed around his shoulders as he reached the apex. The sacred, untouched part of her—his next prize. She had guarded it for over twenty years, kept it away from every man, but now it throbbed with heat, slick with desire, and utterly vulnerable to him.
He was about to taste her when—
Knock knock.
The sharp sound of knuckles on the door broke the heavy silence.
"President Yan?" came the crisp, professional voice of her secretary, Xiaoyun. "I've completed the reclaiming of the shares as instructed. The shareholders agreed to transfer them slightly above market price. All that's left is your signature in the conference room."
Yan Ruyue froze.
Lin Yuan stopped mid-motion, hands still gripping her thighs, lips just a breath away from her most intimate treasure.
For a moment, silence reigned. Then, with a sudden burst of strength—perhaps from embarrassment, perhaps from indignation—Yan Ruyue shoved him back, panting, red-faced, and glowing with arousal she couldn't hide.
Her shirt was half-open, her skirt hiked up, her nipples hard and kissed, her legs trembling. But her eyes held fire.
"Get off me… You... You're too much."
Lin Yuan only grinned as he stood, licking her taste from his lips with a sinful smirk.
"You say that now... but your body says otherwise."