Forcible Advances Part 1

Xie Yanli felt the Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist shake slightly and, without a change in expression, he held her restless little hand.

He then took off the prayer beads and placed them on the white coffee table.

It made a faint sound.

This caused Qin Fan to look over subconsciously.

She couldn't help but feel that his action was particularly like a necessary preparation for something.

"In broad daylight, surely President Xie isn't planning to sell the '1.8 billion' for a second time, is he?" Qin Fan vigilantly grabbed a nearby throw pillow, hugging it in an attempt to block Xie Yanli.

Seeing her wary expression, Xie Yanli pulled the pillow away. His voice was light and composed: "I am a businessman who values his reputation. Mrs. Xie has no need to... see me as a wolf."

What do you mean, see you as a wolf?

You are a wolf!

Qin Fan's eyes revealed all her thoughts.

Xie Yanli covered her eyes, which were as clear as a spring: "Don't look at me."

Qin Fan subconsciously closed her eyes: "..."

Tsk, this dog of a man is so domineering!

Before she could push his hand away, in the next second, her body was lifted into the air.

This familiar position.

Qin Fan immediately realized he had no good intentions. "Wait, what kind of reputation is this?"

Xie Yanli didn't answer.

It wasn't until they were back in the bedroom and Xie Yanli placed Qin Fan on the chaise lounge in front of the floor-to-ceiling window that she understood what he meant by reputation.

Five open boxes were displayed wantonly on the small table before the window.

And Xie Yanli, after setting her down, had already turned to open his black suitcase, taking out some loungewear and heading for the bathroom.

Qin Fan looked at the boxes, then at Xie Yanli's movements.

When his figure disappeared into the bathroom and the sound of trickling water began, Qin Fan's eyes widened a beat too late:

So Xie Yanli was really just delivering her spoils of war!

How shocking!

The cold-blooded capitalist, businessman Xie, was actually so kind as to not take the opportunity to fleece her again.

Qin Fan's gaze fell on the spoils she hadn't yet had a chance to properly admire. She picked up the crystal-clear lavender jadeite ornament in the center; it was flawlessly beautiful.

Actually, Qin Fan hadn't been very interested in jadeite before, but the two jadeite pieces this time had won her over.

Qin Fan felt that her jewelry room needed a new jadeite cabinet.

It wasn't that she was uninterested in jadeite before, but that ordinary jadeite jewelry simply couldn't capture her interest.

Qin Fan lovingly admired the imperial green, then the lavender, then looked at the three boxes in the middle containing equally precious and beautiful jewelry. From left to right were a pink diamond ring, a sapphire antique choker, and a tiara set purely with diamonds.

She loved all of them! Especially the diamond tiara, it made her girlish heart burst.

Qin Fan glanced at the full-length mirror nearby, thinking that the light blue, ankle-length dress she was wearing today was quite suitable for a formal occasion, so she picked up the diamond tiara.

When Xie Yanli came out of the bathroom, he saw Her Royal Highness the Princess wearing the tiara in front of the mirror.

Perhaps hearing the door open, Qin Fan looked over. With her movement, her long, languid hair with slightly curled ends swung in a captivating arc. Even without being styled into an exquisite hairdo, she still wore the diamond tiara in its most brilliant fashion.

"Is the princess's crown pretty?"

Qin Fan asked cheerfully.

Xie Yanli's movements paused for a mere fraction of a second before he nonchalantly averted his gaze, his voice still calm and composed: "It's pretty."

But Qin Fan felt he was being perfunctory and snorted softly, "A straight man wouldn't understand."

He didn't even look at the tiara properly.

So, holding the tiara in place, Qin Fan prepared to go to the living room to get her phone and send a picture to her good friend Jiang Yang, who shared her aesthetic sense.

She didn't know what Jiang Yang had been busy with recently. After receiving the new items from a fashion show that she had sent last time, she hadn't heard from her since.

However, before she could open the door.

A pull came from her waist, and she was unexpectedly lifted from behind.

Her slender arms flailed. "What are you doing? Oh no, my crown fell!"

The next second.

Her precious crown was taken off and casually placed on the side cabinet nearby.

Qin Fan could almost hear the diamond tiara "crying out in pain" as it knocked against the cabinet. "Why were you so rough!"

"A tiara with such a long history has a life of its own. It can feel pain. More importantly, what if it breaks? Is this how you treat an antique treasure!"

Xie Yanli's tone showed no hint of remorse as he said unhurriedly, "Mrs. Xie, the meaning of 'diamond' in ancient Greek is 'a hard and inviolable substance,' so it won't break that easily."

"So what if I'm uneducated and don't know? Put me down!" Qin Fan pushed his chest in annoyance. This dog of a man didn't understand a girl's heart. Was this a question of hardness?

Cherishing beautiful jewelry is a woman's instinct!

Xie Yanli wasn't interested in a woman's nature. After carrying Qin Fan to the bed, he wrapped her in a nearby thin blanket and then held her in his arms. "Sleep with me for a while."

When she was first carried to the bed, Qin Fan had thought Xie Yanli was about to initiate their long-overdue sex life.

After all, the man had been holding back for half a month. It was normal for him to be unable to control his physiological reactions upon seeing his fairy-like wife, who was naturally beautiful and had a perfect figure. However, she never expected—

After being wrapped in the blanket and held, Qin Fan's fair and pretty little face, the only part exposed, was filled with a look of utter despair.

Hearing the man's even breathing next to her ear, Qin Fan closed her eyes and began to silently doubt her own charm. A delicate and soft great beauty like her was being used as a pillow by a man who could fall asleep without a single distracting thought.

Qin Fan tried to recall if there was anything unattractive about her today, but she remembered looking in the mirror just now. Even without makeup, she was still radiant, especially when wearing the tiara—she was bubbling with beauty.

Qin Fan struggled to turn over in Xie Yanli's arms to face him, her gaze traveling down from his neck.

A bold speculation arose in her mind:

Could it be that he can't get it up anymore?

She'd heard that men who often stayed up late working overtime and lacked sleep could lose their ability in that department just like that.

Or... had he run out of stock? Gave it all to some little vixen outside?

Although the possibility was low, Qin Fan still snorted softly. If this dog of a man dared to ruin his body playing around outside, she would openly keep a young stud.

No, one wouldn't be enough. She'd keep a whole stack of them!

A rich woman with '1.8 billion' in hand couldn't be stingy.

Xie Yanli's arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, giving Qin Fan no chance to sneak out to the living room to get her phone and browse Weibo.

In the end, she could only lie back down, panting slightly, and fell asleep before she knew it.

Having been woken up and hassled since early morning, once she gave up on the idea, she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

On the large bed with white sheets, the sleeping figures of the two were partially overlapping. A ray of sunlight shone through a gap in the curtains, adding a touch of warmth and harmony.

......

At eleven in the morning.

Xie Yanli vaguely heard the doorbell from the living room. His handsome brows furrowed slightly as he slowly opened his eyes.

He also felt a slight tightness in his chest, making it hard to breathe.

Lowering his gaze, he saw Qin Fan half-sprawled on his chest, sleeping soundly. She was probably too tired to be woken by the doorbell.

The doorbell outside stopped for a few dozen seconds, then started ringing again.

Xie Yanli moved Qin Fan's little head aside, his long fingers casually tucking away the stray strands of hair on her cheek, before getting out of bed to answer the door.

Thirty seconds later—

Standing at the door, Pei Feng looked at the familiar man who opened it, then stepped back to check the room number.

It was indeed Qin Fan's room.

So how did this person appear here?