She finally collapsed, her entire body going slack as he let her come down. She distantly felt him climb up beside her even though her senses were a little dull. Mo Qingchen stroked a hand gently down her side, running his fingers down her neck and between her breasts.

He rested the heavy hand against her stomach and she finally opened her eyes again. She found him watching her.

He smiled and brushed the sweat off her forehead with his other hand. "Good morning," he whispered. "Now you won't feel distracted during the meeting."

Qian Meng nodded helplessly. "The pinching hurt!" she complained.

"But you loved it," he countered with a grin. She turned to him and pressed herself against his chest. She wouldn't tell him she did. As if her orgasm wasn't enough evidence!

She didn't need to embarrass herself any longer.

"I don't mind waking up like that for the rest of my life," she admitted. "Maybe your lack of sleep will help me relax in the future. Good job, Mo Qingchen!" she praised with a lascivious smile.

"Shark," he responded, giving her nose a little nip. She scrunched her face in dissatisfaction and was about to scoot away when he pulled her closer.

"Running away after you used me thoroughly?" he accused.

She scoffed. "You're the one who put your face between my thighs. This was willingly giving your service. When did I use you?" She craned her neck to glare at him.

"I'll let you off this time. I only let offered my talented tongue and fingers to bring you luck in business," he teased. He patted her ass affectionately before letting her go. "Your alarm is about to go off," he announced.

And it really did. "You timed my orgasm?" she accused. What a control freak. Who could do that? This was stroking his ego, obviously. No way he could do so well.

When he didn't respond, she grew a little irritated. "How much did you practice to be able to calculate such a thing?" she interrogated. This was important information!

"I am naturally talented," he defended. "You aren't the kind to get jealous. Why are you asking?" He was doubtful. Surely, Yun Qian Meng wouldn't be crawling around feeling jealous, right?

"I am not jealous. I am just wondering how much I need to practice to get this party trick down." She stared at him with curiosity.

He growled. "You can practice on me all you want," he said in a magnanimous voice.

"Excuse me. Why do you make it sound like you are doing me a favor? I am the one putting in the labor while you enjoy."

He licked his lips. They were still wet from his previous actions. Qian Meng felt a shudder. She tried to roll away but hissed when her tender nipple rubbed against the fabric of her shirt.

"How will you compensate? My nipples hurt!" she whined. She cupped her breasts as she sat up, a pout plastered on her face. He watched her closely and chuckled.

"I could kiss it better but we might not have time for that," he told her. His head jerked towards the clock and she sighed.

"Right. Someone forced me to come home. Now I need to oversee the packing and moving!"

'Just you wait, Mo Qingchen, I am going to make you suffer for this,' she swore. She huffed.

"Don't worry. I already told the manager to carefully send everything to the house. Xiong Hua will be at the door taking everything and checking inventory."

Qian Meng squealed. "Really?"

Mo Qingchen nodded. "Did you really think I would be that irrational? Of course, I took care of everything." He snorted.

Qian Meng cursed in her mind. Mo Qingchen looked like the kind of person who would not care about the harm he was causing as long as he got what he wanted. That was why he devised all of this. He couldn't make her think otherwise with these honeyed words of his.

But he had also given her an orgasm that made her mind clear. Maybe orgasms were what made people genius, Qian Meng wondered for a second before shaking her head.

"You're forgiven, then," she said lightly. Punishment was for another day.

"What did I do to demand forgiveness?" he asked in confusion.

"You forced me to do what you wanted without taking regard of what I felt. You even used sex as a tool. Very childish!" she remarked.

"I solved the problem too, right?" he retorted. Qian Meng stuck her tongue out at him in malice and then dropped back into the bed.

"Well… for the emotional and physical trauma caused, I will take you up on the kissing my breasts bit once I am done with work. Understood?" She huffed and slid underneath the covers, leaving him to burst out into laughter.

"Get up!" he called after a while. Qian Meng had taken short naps in the meantime. "Qian Meng, you need to get up," he coaxed, his face hovering over her.

She pried an eye open and saw that he was already shaved and dressed for the day.

"I don't want to!" she groaned. Like a petulant child. It felt good to be able to act this way. She rarely postponed her work.

Mo Qingchen frowned. "I know… it's been a very long and hectic few months. Just a little more. We'll take a break from work when we marry. You can sleep all you want, okay?"

His coaxing seemed to work. She picked herself up from the bed and sluggishly walked to the bathroom to shower.

She came out after twenty minutes, flush from the hot water. She strolled to the guest room where some of her clothes were kept, one of them fit for a shareholder meeting.

"Where are you going?" Qian Meng asked when Mo Qingchen followed her.

"Driving you to work," he said casually. She blinked in confusion.

"If we take one car, how do I go to the meeting?" she asked.