lip gloss

Wan Qing got back into the car, and Ah Cheng said, "The boss just called and told me to take you to the office."

Wan Qing froze for a moment and asked anxiously, "Is it urgent? If not, can you take me home first? I need to change my clothes!"

Ah Cheng nodded and drove back to the villa. Wan Qing quickly jumped out of the car, rushed upstairs, and changed into a set of designer clothes. She hurriedly dusted some powder on her face, curled her lashes, and applied some lip gloss, all within ten minutes.

Looking at the reflection in the mirror, she barely recognized herself. Saddened, she forced a smile, grabbed her LV handbag, and thought she now somewhat looked like someone being "kept." Just as she was about to leave, she realized it wasn't enough. She opened a drawer, took out a diamond necklace, and put it on. Lastly, she reached for a box with "Vacheron Constantin" printed on it...

When she entered the office, she saw Mu Tianyang looking down at his work. Wan Qing walked over cautiously and softly called, "Mr. Mu…"

Mu Tianyang lifted his head and, seeing her, was momentarily stunned. After a moment, his eyes scanned the necklace on her neck and then her wrist adorned with the Vacheron Constantin watch. Satisfied, he pushed his keyboard aside and said, "Come here."

Wan Qing walked over, and he pulled her onto his lap, kissing her cheek. "You even put on makeup?"

Wan Qing bit her lip, feeling uneasy.

He grabbed a tissue and handed it to her. "Wipe off the lip gloss."

Wan Qing froze, confused, but took the tissue and began to wipe her lips slowly.

"Didn't I tell you I don't like women wearing lipstick?"

Wan Qing thought hard and said, "I don't think you mentioned it... Maybe I forgot. I'll remember next time."

"Hmm, good girl." He tilted her chin up and kissed her softly, lingering for quite some time. "I don't want to be consuming those chemicals every day. It's not only a slow poison but also ruins the taste."

Wan Qing couldn't help but ask, "Then why did you buy me makeup?"

Mu Tianyang paused and turned to look at her. "You dare to talk back?"

Wan Qing's face turned pale. "I… I didn't mean to."

"Hmph…" Mu Tianyang chuckled lightly. His hand reached for the delicate strap of her dress, sliding it off her shoulder. Her bra was immediately exposed.

Wan Qing panicked. "Mr. Mu…" Would he really do this here? This was the office!

"What did you call me?"

Wan Qing froze and stuttered, "T-Tian… Tianyang…"

Mu Tianyang lifted her by the hips, positioning her so that her legs straddled his lap. His hand slipped under her dress, caressing the edge of her panties...

"M-Mu Tianyang…" Wan Qing trembled in fear, gripping his collar tightly. She wanted to beg him to stop but didn't dare. Every time she begged, it only led to harsher treatment...

Suddenly, the phone on the desk rang. Mu Tianyang stopped, his eyes burning as he glared at the phone. After a moment, the sweet voice of his secretary came through the intercom: "President Mu, Miss Ding is downstairs. She wants to see you."

Miss Ding? Wan Qing was confused. Wasn't she already here? Was there another Miss Ding?

Mu Tianyang froze for a moment and then smiled. "Send her up." After hanging up, he turned to Wan Qing. "It's your sister."

Wan Qing was startled and quickly jumped off his lap, her face alternating between pale and flushed. "Why… why would she come to see you?"

"She's the eldest daughter of the Ding family, a socialite and heiress. Why wouldn't she come to see me?"

"I… I don't want to see her." Wan Qing grabbed his hand anxiously. "Can you let me go? I don't want to see her! I'll do anything you ask…"

"Seems like you've said that before," he replied with a sly smile, "yet you always end up defying me."