Xie Yanli picked up the remote control and turned the study lights to their brightest, clearly seeing the countless expressions that flickered across Mrs. Xie's beautiful face in a short time.

The man's thin lips curved up in an extremely faint arc, making it impossible to tell if he was smiling.

Qin Fan felt he was mocking her: "Isn't it just performing a talent! If I really get into art, don't you be scared!"

Xie Yanli watched her calmly without speaking, merely extending his arm in a 'please proceed' gesture.

He even moved to the best viewing area—the only revolving leather chair in the study—and slowly sat down.

Qin Fan had originally intended to perfunctorily dance a classical piece for him.

Just as she was about to strike a pose, the man suddenly spoke: "You're going to dance?"

"What, does dancing for President Xie not count as performing a talent?" Qin Fan was still wearing that black embroidered qipao. When she slightly raised her chin and stretched her body, she looked exceptionally graceful and enchanting, like a proud little peacock.

Under the incandescent white light, her bone structure was exquisite, and her features were delicate. Her peach blossom eyes, in particular, held an unconscious allure when she looked up slightly.

Xie Yanli was instantly reminded of the qipao photo she had sent him in the car. His gaze fell on her neck and paused slightly—

Mrs. Xie was right, something was indeed missing.

A beauty like Mrs. Xie was suited to be born amidst brocades, to be piled with gold and jade, and cherished with the utmost care. Only then could she continue to bloom in dazzling splendor.

"It counts." Xie Yanli's fingertips rested casually on the desktop, his pair of rather cool eyes simply watching her.

Qin Fan paused.

She hadn't expected him to agree so easily, which caught her somewhat off guard.

But she quickly steadied herself, blinked, and said deliberately, "Why don't you sing to accompany me?"

She was pushing her luck, testing Xie Yanli's limits.

However, she saw Xie Yanli take out four more identical boxes with different patterns from a drawer under his desk. His handsome eyes held a hint of casualness as he nonchalantly pushed the boxes forward. "Mrs. Xie, do you want an accompaniment, or do you want these?"

Qin Fan, of course, chose the '1.8 billion'. Was she supposed to choose this unromantic dog of a man instead?

She didn't need an accompaniment either. She danced without music, but strangely, it wasn't awkward. Instead, watching her classical dance made one focus wholeheartedly on her movements, ignoring everything else.

From Xie Yanli's perspective, behind the young woman was a large, richly colored oil painting. Dancing a classical piece in a qipao in front of the painting, her slender waist was soft, barely a handful. Seemingly constrained by the tight-fitting fabric, she danced with a different kind of flavor.

With her movements, her loosely tied black hair could no longer hold, suddenly cascading like a waterfall over her slender shoulders, scattering the tiny decorative pearls all over the floor.

With her black hair, red lips, and snow-white feet on the floor, Qin Fan's every frown and smile was vividly alluring, as if she were stepping on one's very heart.

Xie Yanli's gaze shifted from her lips, casually landing on her snow-white, slender ankles.

After the dance, Qin Fan sat on the floor. Her stray hairs at her temples were dotted with glistening beads of water. She was panting; it had been a long time since she had danced, and she was a bit out of practice.

Qin Fan flexed her slightly sore wrists and asked nonchalantly, "President Xie, were you satisfied with my talent performance just now?"

Xie Yanli didn't answer. He simply rose slowly from his chair, unfastening his cufflinks unhurriedly as he walked toward her.

His footsteps were very light.

Qin Fan looked up at him, subconsciously licking her slightly dry lower lip.

Instantly, her lips became glistening and moist.

Xie Yanli bent down and, with both hands, lifted her from the carpet onto the wide, solid wood desk.

The cool touch of the desktop made Qin Fan shiver involuntarily. One side of her red lips curled up. Making eye contact with the man, she felt a bit annoyed at always being led by the nose by him.

Her eyes shifted alluringly. Her delicate, smooth fingertips brushed faintly against the man's collarbone at his long neck, gradually tapping downwards. She deliberately drew out her tone, "What is President Xie planning to do? I only perform my art."

Xie Yanli's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. His expression remained calm and composed as he slowly intertwined his fingers with hers.

What should have been a tender gesture was made exceptionally bewitching by him.

However, before Qin Fan could react, her hands were suddenly pressed firmly against the desktop.

"Hiss..." Qin Fan cried out in surprise.

Under the overly bright lights, the man's shadow leaning over her was particularly deep and imposing.

His thin lips followed, his warm breath swirling by her ear. "Mrs. Xie, I was not quite satisfied with your performance. Would you like to consider another option?"

The man's thin lips gently nibbled along her earlobe, then landed on the soft corner of her mouth, kissing her tentatively, bit by bit, with no intention of forcing her.

A thin mist uncontrollably spread over Qin Fan's eyes. Her entire body weight was supported by her two hands, which he held pinned to the desk. With her neck arched back, she felt the man's kisses follow the curve down.

Bit by bit, it was like torture, but even more like—

Seduction.

Xie Yanli was seducing her!

The blush at the corners of Qin Fan's eyes grew even more bewitching. Not to be outdone, she unbuttoned his shirt one by one, a sentence spilling from her red lips: "So President Xie has been coveting my body."

"As a legally married couple, President Xie doesn't need to seduce me on purpose. Or are you saying that if I refuse to have legal sex, President Xie will send me a lawyer's letter again?"

Xie Yanli didn't answer. His long, clean fingertips casually pushed up the slit of her qipao.

A minute later, Qin Fan's eyelashes trembled violently.

Then, under the clear light, she saw the distinct trace of moisture on the man's long fingertips dangling right before her eyes.

His usually clear and magnetic voice was now mixed with an extremely hoarse, low chuckle. "Hm? Who is coveting whom?"

Qin Fan never imagined he could do something so risqué; she almost choked.

"Xie Yanli!"

Those netizens who called him emotionless, desireless, and frigid should really take a good look!

This was the Bodhisattva they spoke of!

Qin Fan closed her eyes. 'Out of sight, out of mind'. Besides, it wasn't like she was resisting; she might as well enjoy being served by this dog of a man.

She had been a little greedy for him to begin with.

Qin Fan never hid her likes and dislikes, nor would she conceal her body's reactions out of shyness.

She stretched her extremely fair and beautiful body in a very bold and ostentatious manner.

Before she knew it, it was already past midnight.

In the study, Qin Fan was lying on her back on the cream-white sofa when she heard Xie Yanli brush aside the damp stray hairs by her ear and whisper, "Mrs. Xie, where is that thin silk from the oil painting?"

Oh?

He's being picky now?

Qin Fan lazily lifted her eyelashes and snorted, "In your dreams."

The collision of the intense and gorgeous colors of the oil painting with the extreme decadence on the cold desk had left Qin Fan exhausted. She closed her eyes after speaking, but Xie Yanli unhurriedly took hold of her ankle.

Xie Yanli's fingertips had faint calluses. He said ambiguously, "You're joining the film crew tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Qin Fan suddenly became wide awake, alarm bells ringing in her head: "..."

'What is this dog of a man trying to do?'

She was satisfied, so she had no desire for a second round.

Xie Yanli easily flipped her over on the sofa, then his long arm wrapped around her slender waist, pressing against her smooth and beautiful back—

......

All of Qin Fan's refusals were swallowed between his lips and teeth.

The double-layered curtains in the study were drawn tightly, hiding all moonlight, while the room's originally bright lights had, at some point, plunged into darkness.

When the first ray of morning sun peeked over the horizon, a groggy Qin Fan felt someone picking her up. She immediately clung to the cushion beneath her, "No, no, don't touch me!"

The man's voice was low and pleasant. "I'm carrying you back to the bedroom to sleep."

Although Qin Fan couldn't even open her eyes, she remained stubbornly vigilant where she was. "No, I want to sleep in the study!"

'Go to the bedroom for what? So the dog of a man can start a new 'project' in a new place.'

When Qin Fan opened her eyes again, she was relieved to find she was still in the study.

However, in the empty and cold room, she was the only one, sleeping on the carpet. The faint after-sex smell in the air had not yet completely dissipated.

"Ring..."

Hearing her phone ring, Qin Fan looked around, picked up a thin blanket nearby to wrap around herself, and then went to find her phone.

The lit-up screen showed the caller ID—Human ATM.

Seeing the call, Qin Fan didn't rush to answer, only leisurely picking it up a moment before it would have automatically disconnected.

The next second, the man's familiar voice came through the phone. "Awake? Go back to the room and sleep. The carpet is cold."

Qin Fan rubbed her tingling ear, put the phone on speaker with a blank expression, and said coolly, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for taking the time out of your busy schedule to condescend to your humble concubine."

Until the man's voice on the other end reminded her unhurriedly, "Mrs. Xie, I will arrive at the company in ten minutes..."

The meaning was clear: don't waste his precious time.