After rebirth, I was hugged and kissed by a crazy boss

Yan Qing bit her lips tightly, and the thin layer of sweat on her little face looked even more translucent under the light.

She glared at Fu Wangjin coquettishly, unable to utter a word.

"Be good, don't bite."

The man kissed her happily.

"Call me twice. I love to hear it."

His big hand was supporting Yan Qing's legs. Yan Qing was afraid of falling, so she could only hold the man's neck tightly.

The cheongsam, which was tailored to fit her perfectly, had long been torn at the hem and was definitely unwearable.

How could Yan Qing have the energy to pursue this now?

Her eyes were red and watery, and broken sobs overflowed from her lips, but were sealed in her throat by the man's thin lips.

Time seems to pass exceptionally slowly.

……

She didn't know when she was put to the bed.

The light from the ceiling was a bit dazzling, Yan Qing's pupils were dazed and his vision was scattered.

Fu Wangjin's face suddenly covered hers and fed her a sip of water.

"Cough cough..."

Yan Qing leaned against the head of the bed and started coughing, his big hands patting his back again and again.

A male voice with a bad smile came from behind.

"Qingqing, you need to exercise well."

Yan Qing finally stopped coughing and turned around to glare at him angrily.

There are so many things I want to curse at, and I don’t know where to start.

Her demeanor amused Fu Wangjin, who continued to tease her tirelessly.

"It's okay. I will definitely do it myself... to help you."

Yan Qing felt a breath stuck in his chest and he almost couldn't breathe.

"good,"

The man got on the bed and held her in his arms.

"Does it hurt anywhere?"

His embrace is indeed warm and comfortable, making people want to relax and lean on him.

Yan Qing pursed his lips and muttered softly, "It all hurts."

As if realizing that this statement was ambiguous, she quickly added,

"I...mainly have a backache."

"Okay, lie down and I'll give you a massage."

The tone of a satisfied man is always particularly gentle.

Yan Qing lay down obediently and let him rub her waist.

The strength was just right and it seemed to really relieve the soreness.

When his eyes met the torn cheongsam, Yan Qing was silent for a few seconds and asked weakly,

"But... the cheongsam seems to be unwearable. What should I do tomorrow? What should I wear?"

Fu Wangjin snorted and laughed.

"Wear whatever you want. I don't think anyone will dare to stop you from coming in."

Hearing some danger in his words, Yan Qing didn't care about his waist and climbed up, his eyes serious and stubborn,

"I don't think this is a good idea. After all, it's someone else's party, and I'm just a guest. Since the rules are like this, I should abide by them."

Fu Wangjin laughed again and raised his long fingers to tap her forehead.

"Ouch!"

He didn't use much force, so Yan Qing deliberately cried out in pain.

Fu Wangjin thought she was adorable and pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

"Squeamish."

"I'm not kidding!"

Yan Qing pouted her lips.

"I don't mind dressing differently from others. But if I get into a conflict with the Meng family because of my attire, it would make the situation too awkward..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller. "It's really unnecessary."

Fu Wangjin is a man who is used to being lawless. No wonder he gets laughed at when you tell him to follow the rules.

"My dear, rules are made by people."

Fu Wangjin said meaningfully,

"If the Meng family dares to use this broken rule to embarrass you, then they don't want to live anymore."

His tone and voice were steady and gentle.

But the danger it implies is chilling.

Yan Qing was stunned and slowly retracted his gaze.

"Then I'll...tell my cousin to find something similar to wear."

Suddenly remembering something, Yan Qing shuddered and turned around to look at the wound wrapped in gauze.

Sure enough, in addition to the black dried bloodstains on the white gauze, there was also a little bright red.

Yan Qing panicked and began to stutter.

"You, you, you... the wound has been torn open again!"

She wanted to cry but had no tears.

“It’s broken, it’s broken—”

Fu Wangjin smiled nonchalantly and rubbed her head.

"It's okay. It has nothing to do with you. I just messed around on my own."

Even though he said that, Yan Qing was still about to cry.

"No, no, I'll go call Xiao Di!"

She was about to get out of bed to find clothes to wear, but her legs went weak and she fell to the ground again.

Fu Wangjin was both angry and amused. He got off the bed and carried her back.

"I'll go find him, you take a rest first."

Yan Qing's eyes were filled with tears, and he felt both self-blame and heartache.

"Be good, I've already told you, it's my fault."

Fu Wangjin was helpless.

"You are being coerced, okay?"

Yan Qing lowered his head, sniffed, and remained silent.

Fu Wangjin smiled, took out pajamas from the closet and put them on her.

"Be careful not to catch a cold. I'll help you take a bath when I come back."

After saying that, he wrapped himself in clothes and went out feeling refreshed.

Yan Qing sat alone in the room, her eyes fixed on the torn cheongsam again.

After pondering for a moment, she finally understood where the strange feeling in her heart just now came from.

The sense of incongruity is that this cheongsam fits her too well.

For a slim-fit style like this, it would be impossible to make it fit so well if it were made according to the market size.

It must depend on Yan Qing’s own body size.

But are she familiar with Meng Yunxi?

The first time she met this cousin was when she was sixteen years old and visited the Meng family.

Later, the two families did not visit each other often. Meng Yunxi was much older than her, and they had little to talk about.

Yan Qing knocked his head in confusion.

Meng Yunxi, how do you know your own size?

A sudden feeling of discomfort came over me.

The thought that a person of the opposite sex whom I am not even familiar with actually knows my... measurements?

There are even more precise data than measurements.

Yan Qing felt offended.

She picked up the phone from the bedside and dialed Meng Yunxi directly.

"Hello, cousin, I'm Yan Qing."

Meng Yunxi on the other end of the phone was a little surprised.

"Yan Qing, why are you calling me so late? Is there something wrong?"

Yan Qing got straight to the point, "Cousin, that cheongsam, was it you who gave it to me?"

Meng Yunxi paused, "Yeah, what's wrong? Doesn't it fit?"

"No, it fits me perfectly." Yan Qing bit her lip. "So, how did you know my body size?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Meng Yunxi's laughter.

"Haha, look at what you said, how would I know that?"

"I don't know much about you girls, but Wan Tang is an expert in this area. She has had a lot of contact with you, so I asked her to estimate your size. But it's not like I didn't participate at all. I chose the fabric and pattern of the cheongsam."

"Qingqing, do you... like it?"

Meng Yunxi's voice revealed an inexplicable softness, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

"Not too fond of it."

Yan Qing shrugged, not noticing his abnormality.

"I'm sorry, I accidentally snagged it when I tried it on. I can't wear it tomorrow."

She paused and then said,

"Or, I can wear a skirt of similar style. If you don't accept it, I will just be absent."

Meng Yunxi was silent for a few seconds.

"It's okay. Just remember to bring the invitation. I'll greet you at the door then."