Chapter 930
Lu Yang and Qian Youyou
That night.
Lu Yang naturally stayed overnight at Qian Youyou's place.
This was different from his usual habits. Although he would occasionally come over when he had free time, he rarely stayed overnight at Qian Youyou's place.
But today is different.
Today is Qian Youyou's thirtieth birthday, an important day as she officially enters her thirties.
No matter what, she was his woman, the woman who bore him his son, Xiao Hao.
Both morally and logically, he should stay and spend the last part of the night with her.
The top-floor master bedroom of the villa offers a stunning view of Shenzhen's dazzling nightscape through its enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, where neon lights flow like a galaxy.
The room was left with only a dim bedside lamp, its light ambiguous and warm, casting a soft glow on the expensive velvet bedding.
Lu Yang emerged from the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, carrying with him a refreshing scent of water vapor and the faint woody fragrance of shower gel.
He casually dried his wet hair with a towel and turned his gaze to the large bed.
Under the dim light, Qian Youyou had changed into a loose and comfortable off-white silk nightgown. She was leaning against the soft headboard cushions, quietly reading a book.
Her long, smooth hair cascaded down, partially obscuring her profile, revealing only her smooth forehead and slightly pursed lips when she was focused.
She shed all the sharp edges of the strong woman she was during the day, and at this moment she appeared exceptionally gentle and calm, like a tranquil oil painting.
Lu Yang felt a slight stirring in his heart, a warm current mixed with an indescribable sense of satisfaction welling up inside him.
He walked over and sat down naturally on the edge of the bed, leaning slightly towards her.
A familiar, unique fragrance belonging to Qian Youyou immediately wafted into her nose, mixed with the freshness after a bath, subtle and alluring.
The fragrance, the atmosphere, and the woman before him, who had let her guard down and belonged only to him, instantly rekindled the flame that had been dormant all night.
He reached out his arm, wanting to pull the person into his embrace.
Qian Youyou seemed to have anticipated this. The moment his arm touched her waist, she blushed and gently twisted her waist, cleverly shaking off his entanglement.
She didn't even look up, but slightly furrowed her delicate brows, showing a hint of displeasure at being disturbed, and slammed the thick hardcover book in her hand shut, casually placing it on the bedside table.
Then, she made a gesture that made Lu Yang chuckle.
Her whole body slid like a slippery fish, quickly shrinking into the soft blankets, even pulling them up to almost cover her chin, leaving only a pair of clear eyes that looked at him with a hint of shyness, annoyance, and wariness. A muffled sound came from under the blankets:
"Turn off the lights."
Looking at her "strictly guarded" appearance, Lu Yang was not annoyed at all, but instead found it particularly amusing.
He chuckled softly, a hint of mischief in his voice, yet an undeniable air of authority.
"Hehe, we're an old married couple, what's there to be shy about?"
Instead of turning off the light, he deliberately moved closer, his gaze lingering intently on the curves outlined by the blanket.
"I won't turn it off; I'll leave the light on so that... I can see clearly." His voice lowered, carrying a clear hint and a husky hue of arousal.
"You bastard!" Qian Youyou blushed with embarrassment at his blunt words and couldn't help but spit at him. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she pulled the blanket up even higher, completely covering her head this time, and protested in a muffled voice from under the covers.
Lu Yang was amused by her adorable reaction and burst into laughter, instantly igniting a fire within him.
Without further hesitation, he deftly kicked off his slippers.
"Ah!" A short, startled cry came from under the covers.
The dim light remained on, faithfully illuminating the two intertwined figures. The light and shadow swayed and danced on the wall, weaving together a silent symphony of the night.
After a night of passion.
As the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the heavy curtains, casting a golden band of light on the carpet, Lu Yang slowly awoke. A feeling of satiated satisfaction, like someone recovering from a hangover, made him feel completely relaxed. He instinctively reached out to hug someone beside him, only to find nothing.
The beautiful woman was no longer in the spot beside him; only the faint, sweet scent of Qian Youyou lingered on the slightly sunken pillow and bedding, along with the ambiguous atmosphere left from last night's passion.
Lu Yang opened his eyes and looked at the empty pillow. He felt a strange emptiness in his heart, which was then filled with a peculiar sense of satisfaction. He stretched and his bones cracked slightly as he sat up, feeling refreshed.
He got out of bed barefoot, stepped onto the soft, plush carpet, and silently walked toward the bedroom door.
As soon as I opened the door, an enticing aroma of butter, fried eggs, and toast wafted out, instantly awakening my dormant taste buds.
Following the aroma, Lu Yang tilted his head towards the kitchen.
Sure enough, through the glass partition of the open kitchen, he saw that familiar slender figure.
Qian Youyou had changed into a smart beige loungewear set, her long hair casually tied back, revealing her slender, fair neck.
She was standing with her back to him in front of the stove, intently frying eggs, her movements skillful and elegant.
The morning sunlight streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing her in a soft golden glow, creating a scene full of warm and inviting atmosphere.
A warm current instantly flowed through Lu Yang's body, carrying an indescribable sense of emotion.
He walked over quietly and gently hugged Qian Youyou's waist from behind, resting his chin on her soft shoulder. He pressed his cheek against her fair and smooth ear, his voice carrying the languor of early morning and a hint of heartache: "Why didn't you sleep a little longer? Getting up so early and cooking yourself? You could have just told the servants to do these little things."
His warm breath brushed against her ear and the side of her neck as he spoke.
Qian Youyou's body stiffened slightly from his sudden hug and the warm breath on her ear. She subconsciously shrank her neck and tilted her head to the other side, her voice trembling slightly.
"It itches..." She raised one free hand and gently pushed Lu Yang's head, which was pressed against her cheek, with the back of her hand, trying to create some distance. She tried to keep her tone calm. "It's not very good. Just make do with it later."
If it weren't for the fact that this guy rarely stays here for one night, and that she... hadn't really made him breakfast much, she wouldn't have gotten up early in the morning to cook for him herself.
The thought flashed through her mind, carrying with it a complex emotion that she herself did not want to delve into.
Lu Yang was an extremely perceptive person, and he immediately caught the subtle awkwardness and hidden intention in her tone.
He tightened his arms, pulling the person closer into his embrace, and chuckled softly, a hint of smugness and knowing smile in his voice: "Hehe, I knew it, you cooked specifically because of me, right?"
He deliberately rubbed his chin against the nape of her neck.
Qian Youyou's ears turned even redder after he hit the nail on the head. She rolled her eyes at him, though he might not have seen it through her shoulder, but the reproach in her voice was genuine: "You already know, why are you still asking? Hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth! Breakfast will be ready soon."
She tried to break free from his embrace to flip the fried eggs in the pan.
Lu Yang, however, was like a piece of chewing gum, clinging to her waist and refusing to let go. He buried his face in her fragrant hair and took a deep breath, then said in a spoiled manner, "No, let's stay a little longer. It's more comfortable to hold you."
His voice was muffled, hoarse from the early morning and filled with undisguised longing.
Qian Youyou was both ashamed and angry at his shameless behavior. She felt a warm sensation coming from the place where his arm was holding her waist. What made her even more flustered was that deep in her body, she seemed to feel the lingering soreness and numbness from last night because of his closeness and breath.
She pushed him hard this time, using a bit of force: "Go on! You'll be late for work! You... weren't you done last night?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt they were too blunt, and her cheeks instantly burned. To hide her embarrassment, she subconsciously brought her legs together, trying to relieve the tingling, weak feeling that surged from the memories.
This guy... he's practically a donkey!
I tormented her tirelessly for most of last night, and now, early this morning, she's getting horny again!
Qian Youyou couldn't help but grumble to herself.
Thankfully... thankfully they don't live together, and each has their own life priorities and families.
If they lived together like an ordinary couple, she felt that she would eventually be worn down by his terrifyingly abundant energy.
Thinking this way, a strange sense of relief welled up deep in Qian Youyou's heart. She was relieved that she wasn't his lawfully wedded wife, the one he would have to be with every day.
The thought startled her, followed by a deeper sense of complexity and an indescribable bitterness.
She couldn't help but think of Yin Mingyue again, the wife of Lu Yang who truly stood by his side and shared his glory.
She wondered to herself how Sister Mingyue could stand this guy.
Lu Yang seemed to notice the subtle changes in her body and her momentary lapse in concentration.
He loosened his embrace slightly, placing his hands on her shoulders to turn her to face him. He scrutinized her from head to toe with a playful and appraising gaze.
In the morning light, her cheeks still held a lingering blush, and her eyes still held the allure of the previous night, but a hint of weariness was also evident in her brows.
Especially her long, slender legs, encased in her loungewear trousers, seemed to be trembling slightly, revealing her vulnerability at that moment.
A wicked smile curved Lu Yang's lips. He stretched out his finger and, with a hint of flirtatiousness, lifted her delicate chin, forcing her to look him in the eye.
His eyes were deep, filled with an air of absolute confidence and a hint of mockery: "Then I'll let you off this time." His thumb gently stroked her smooth jawline.
"But next time... don't look at me with that resentful, brooding look." He paused deliberately, enjoying the fleeting embarrassment and annoyance in her eyes. "Otherwise, when I come again, I won't just torment you for one night, understand?"
This blatant threat and teasing made Qian Youyou both ashamed and angry, her cheeks turning so red they almost bled.
She wanted to argue, to yell at him, but when she met his eyes—eyes that seemed to see through everything and held an undeniable possessiveness—all the words stuck in her throat. She could only purse her lips, remain silent, and glare at him fiercely with her watery eyes, expressing a silent protest. At the same time, she used all her strength to finally push this shameless guy out of the kitchen area.
Lu Yang laughed heartily as he walked toward the restaurant, in high spirits.
Warm milk, golden-brown toast, and a small dish of cut fruit were already laid out on the table.
He pulled out a chair and sat down, his posture casual yet exuding nobility. He picked up a milk glass in one hand and a piece of bread in the other, finishing the bread in a few bites. Then, he casually picked up two sunny-side-up eggs that Qian Youyou had just fried, with beautifully browned edges, and tossed them whole into his mouth, chewing a few times before swallowing them.
"I'm full, I'm leaving." He stood up, his movements swift and decisive.
As he changed his shoes at the entrance, he raised his voice and called out towards the kitchen, "I'm leaving our son with you now, bye-bye, wife!"
His tone was relaxed yet playfully affectionate, “Call me if you need anything, honey, I’ll be there to satisfy you in no time!” He deliberately dragged out the last few words, making them sound incredibly ambiguous, his voice filled with mischievous laughter.
"Pah!" Qian Youyou spat in embarrassment and anger, accompanied by the crisp sound of the spatula hitting the edge of the pot. "Who cares!"
But when Lu Yang's snickering shouts and the gradually receding footsteps down the stairs completely disappeared, the busy figure in the kitchen stopped.
Qian Youyou held the spatula, staring blankly at the sizzling oil in the pan.
Lu Yang's suggestive words just now swirled in her mind like a spell, instantly evoking those blush-inducing, heart-pounding images from last night—his rock-hard, undulating abs, his sharply defined, powerful shoulder and back muscles, and his tireless, ferocious, and persistent thrusts, like those of a wild beast…
She felt a surge of heat rush from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and a familiar, thrilling ache seemed to rise from deep within her body again.
She stood there blankly, as if all her strength had been drained away, her cheeks burning, her eyes unfocused, and even the sizzling sound of the eggs in the pan seemed to have faded into the distance.
Suddenly, a strong smell of burning filled my nostrils!
"Oh no!" Qian Youyou suddenly snapped back to reality, exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly turned off the stove. Unfortunately, it was too late; the edges of the fried eggs in the pan had turned black and were emitting an unpleasant smell.
Seeing that the egg she had painstakingly fried had turned to mush, Qian Youyou was both angry and annoyed. She couldn't help but stomp her foot and vent her anger on the man who had just left: "It's all that jerk's fault! He's making me so angry!" She glared angrily at the burnt egg, as if it were Lu Yang's hateful face.
……
Century Group headquarters, top floor, president's office.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows lies Shenzhen's bustling central business district, a vibrant and busy metropolis.
Inside the office, behind a huge mahogany desk, Lu Yang had changed into a perfectly tailored dark suit, reverting to his usual calm, reserved, and powerful image as the helmsman of a business empire.
The tenderness and unbridled spirit I felt with Qian Youyou last night seemed like nothing more than a dream.
He had just settled into the large leather chair when the intercom rang.
He pressed the answer button, and his secretary, Lu Nini, gave him a sweet and capable voice: "Mr. Lu, Mr. Wei has arrived."
"Let her in," Lu Yang said succinctly.
The door was pushed open, and Wei Shu walked in.
This most capable right-hand man of Lu Yang is not only the president of Lu's Capital Group, but also the executive president of Century Langke Technology Co., Ltd., an important subsidiary of the group.
She wore a sharp, off-white business suit, walked with a steady gait, had exquisite makeup, and her eyes were sharp and full of the shrewdness and competence of a professional woman.
"Chairman Lu." Wei Shu walked to the desk and stood down, greeting him respectfully.
"Sit down." Lu Yang gestured to the chair opposite him, indicating that she should sit down. "Sister Wei Shu, you've been working hard lately. How is the group's financial situation right now?" He got straight to the point, asking the most crucial question.
After all, he had just made a series of big moves in Hong Kong not long ago, including disposing of the Cyberport land he had accumulated in the early years.
Wei Shu sat upright and immediately reported, "Chairman Lu, rest assured, the cash flow is very healthy. Since you personally went to Hong Kong and successfully cashed out the prime land in Cyberport that you had accumulated a few years ago, our group now has very ample cash flow. This has not only covered the follow-up funding issues of our semiconductor subsidiary in Luzhou, but also ensured that our laboratory projects in cooperation with universities across the country are progressing smoothly. The company currently has sufficient reserves and is at a very safe level. It can be said that we are not short of money at all, and even have the capacity to consider some new strategic investments."
Her report was well-organized and presented clear data, demonstrating exceptional control.
"That's good." Lu Yang nodded in satisfaction, tapping his fingers lightly on the smooth tabletop—a habitual gesture when he was thinking.
With his financial concerns resolved, he turned his attention to another important growth engine: "What about Waterdrop MP3? How has it performed in the market recently? Any updates on sales data and market share? Also, what about product iteration? Has it strictly adhered to my previous requirements to significantly increase storage capacity?"
This is a consumer electronics project that he personally approved and poured a lot of effort into, and it is also one of Century Langke's core businesses.
Wei Shu was clearly prepared and answered smoothly: "The market performance of Waterdrop MP3 is outstanding, exceeding our initial expectations. According to the latest data from third-party market research institutions and our internal sales statistics, the Waterdrop series has now stabilized in the top three of the domestic MP3 player market, second only to two international top brands, and the gap is gradually narrowing. Consumers have a high level of recognition for our unique design, good sound quality, and cost-effectiveness."
She paused briefly before continuing her report on the research and development progress: "As for product iteration, we have been working on it intensively."
At the R&D center, General Manager Cheng and General Manager Deng personally oversaw the development of the new generation of products.
According to their special report to me last week, the initial design of the new generation of Waterdrop MP3 has been completed and is currently in the final optimization and testing phase.
The key breakthrough lies in storage capacity. As per your requirements, the new generation of products will use more advanced flash memory chips, and the storage capacity will be significantly improved compared to existing products, with a target capacity of more than twice that of existing mainstream models.
The product plan is very clear: it is expected to be officially launched to the market in the second half of June, before the official start of the summer sales peak season.
"That's good." Lu Yang nodded again, an approving look on his face. He had always trusted Wei Shu's abilities, and the progress of the Drip MP3 project was in line with, or even slightly faster than, his expectations.
"I trust you to handle things." He gave you full affirmation.
Then, Lu Yang leaned forward slightly, stopped tapping, and his eyes became deep and sharp, as if piercing through the office in front of him and looking into the distance. He lowered his voice and said, "Sister Wei Shu, please keep an eye on the domestic telecommunications industry lately, and let me know as soon as you have any news."
Wei Shu was slightly taken aback, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.
Telecommunications industry?
This doesn't seem to have a particularly high degree of relevance to Century Capital's current core business.
But she knew Lu Yang's deep-seated scheming; he would never speak without reason.
She quickly suppressed her doubts, her expression becoming extremely focused, and nodded solemnly: "Yes, Chairman Lu. I understand. I will personally follow up, and I will inform you immediately of any important news or industry developments."
"Hmm." Lu Yang leaned back in his chair, his gaze returning to the steel forest outside the window, a symbol of wealth and power, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
Silence returned to the office, broken only by the faint sounds of city noise outside the window, foreshadowing a new storm brewing beneath the calm—perhaps tomorrow, perhaps the day after. (End of Chapter)