Chapter 110: Keep Staring at Me, and I'll…

Song Qi Nian frantically shook her head, struggling to raise her hands. [He's just a friend,] she gestured, her movements desperate.

"Is that so?"

The ointment in his hand crashed to the ground, shattering into fragments. The sound echoed like a gunshot.

Her heart seized. Shen Chi Yan's expression was terrifying—cold, cutting, dangerous. Song Qi Nian froze, not daring to breathe.

His thumb pressed against her lips, tracing their outline with an unsettling intensity. He parted her lips, tapping her teeth. "Who gave you permission to bite Guan Ming Xu?"

Confusion clouded her eyes. Why was he asking this?

"Zhang Min bit Zhang Wuji, and she became his true love," Shen Chi Yan continued, his voice razor-sharp. "Are you trying to do the same with Guan Ming Xu?"

She shook her head violently—a frantic, desperate denial. Any hint of hesitation could destroy her.

[It was an emergency,] she would have explained if she could speak. Trapped and speechless, she had used the only weapon available—her teeth.

"You always avoid biting me," he pressed, each word a calculated strike. "But you bit him?"

His questions felt more impossible than solving the most complex mathematical theorem.

"Did it feel good? Leaving your mark on him?" Shen Chi Yan's voice dripped with something between mockery and genuine rage. "Would you do it again?"

Satisfaction? She had been terrified. A hundred chances wouldn't make her bite Guan Ming Xu again.

Her head shook—a clear, adamant no.

A cold sneer curled his lips. "Every time I bite you, you get angry. Don't you ever want to bite me back?"

Wait. Was he actually suggesting she bite him?

Her mind reeled, drowning in a sea of question marks.

No, she couldn't!

Just as she was about to shake her head, she caught the darkening storm in Shen Chi Yan's eyes. Her heart raced. Unsure of what response he wanted, she hesitantly nodded.

His expression softened momentarily before he scoffed, "Keep dreaming!"

Song Qi Nian: "..."

In an instant, he captured her lips in a deep kiss, pressing her against the office desk. Broad daylight. A hotel conference room. Was he really going to...?

Before she could complete the thought, his cold, low voice resonated in her ear. "Today is Grandma's birthday banquet, and you met Guan Ming Xu alone. This is your punishment."

A punishment that was entirely physical.

Panic rising, Song Qi Nian tried to push him away, terrified someone might walk in. But her strength was nothing compared to his. Her dress only made things easier for him.

Soon, they became one.

When his lips trailed to her neck, Song Qi Nian—fearing a visible mark—instinctively pushed his head away. Tears gathered in her eyes, her face burning crimson. His rage morphed into raw, consuming passion.

His fingers brushed her tear-stained cheeks, a cunning smile playing on his lips. "You're only this compliant in moments like these."

Song Qi Nian had no real defense against Shen Chi Yan. Initial resistance born from shyness and a whirlwind of emotions gradually gave way, and she surrendered.

Earlier, when Shen Chi Yan had brought her into the conference room, he'd closed the door.

Now, it stood slightly open.

Lin Qiu Tong stood outside, hand pressed against her mouth, utterly stunned. This was a scene she'd never imagined witnessing.

Lin Lanxing had often said it was impossible for Shen Chi Yan and Song Qi Nian to go three years of marriage without physical intimacy. But Lin Qiu Tong had clung to hope. Even if their marriage stemmed from a prior relationship, Shen Chi Yan's known hatred and germaphobic tendencies seemed to make such intimacy inconceivable.

Today, she understood how wrong she'd been.

She'd never known Shen Chi Yan could be so intensely passionate when kissing someone. His dark eyes remained locked on Song Qi Nian—burning, consuming, as if he wanted to memorize every single detail of her.

When he held Song Qi Nian, anger simmered beneath a more powerful emotion: pure, raw possessiveness. He—someone always so cold and distant—now looked almost ravenous, like he could never get enough of her.

And that manipulative Song Qi Nian? She played her part perfectly. Feigning resistance while secretly savoring Shen Chi Yan's attention.

Lin Qiu Tong's fists clenched. Her eyes blazed with hatred and desperation.

No wonder Shen Chi Yan seemed to have forgotten his supposed love for her. This woman—this vixen—had completely captured his attention.

The possibility of Shen Chi Yan developing real feelings for Song Qi Nian sent Lin Qiu Tong into a panic.

No…

She'd spent three years on a hospital bed. Heaven had finally given her a chance, and she wasn't about to lose it.

She couldn't just watch them together. Teeth gritted, she pulled out her phone and dialed Shen Chi Yan.

The ringtone suddenly blared from inside the conference room.

Song Qi Nian jumped, gesturing for Shen Chi Yan to answer. But at a moment like this? Without even glancing at the caller ID, he switched off his phone.

Lin Qiu Tong was so furious she nearly choked.

Then she heard footsteps. A reporter was heading straight toward the conference room.

No! She couldn't let a reporter catch them like this. Tomorrow's headline would be explosive: "Dingsheng Group CEO's Intimate Conference Room Encounter During Grandmother's Birthday Banquet."

Such a headline would expose everything.

Lin Qiu Tong dashed to intercept the reporter. Her motivation wasn't protecting the Shen family's reputation—she simply couldn't bear anyone witnessing Shen Chi Yan's intimacy with Song Qi Nian.

Because Shen Chi Yan was hers. Hers alone.

She would never allow Shen Chi Yan to share a headline with any other woman.

When Shen Chi Yan lost control, nothing else mattered. Song Qi Nian could only grip his clothes, unable to make a sound.

By the end, Shen Chi Yan's clothes were completely disheveled.

His phone rang again. Shen Ke Qin's voice cut through: "Brother, where are you and Sister-in-law? We're about to take the family photo. Hurry back to the banquet hall!"

Song Qi Nian's heart sank.

Shen Chi Yan remained perfectly composed, the epitome of refined restraint.

She, however, could barely stand.

Noting her nervousness, he smoothed her hair and leaned close. "Right now, you're more tempting than ever," he whispered. "So stunning—maybe we should take a picture to remember this moment."

Song Qi Nian glared at him, seething. If not for him, she wouldn't be in this state.

"Keep staring..." she thought he'd threaten to gouge her eyes out. Instead, he grinned wickedly. "Keep staring... and we'll go for another round!"

Song Qi Nian: "..."