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Chapter 309 Better to be a hero's concubine than a mediocre man's wife [6K views, please vote]

Days flow by like a gentle stream, quietly passing by amidst busyness and fulfillment.

Besides teaching, Lin Yuan also had to write novels, conduct training, and handle company affairs, so he couldn't spend all his time with Chang Xingyu or Xiang Nanfang.

Therefore, the two women cherished and were very grateful for Lin Yuan's time to spend with them.

While Chang Xingyu was knitting a scarf for Lin Yuan, and Xiang Nanfang was learning recipes for Lin Yuan, they were completely unaware that Lin Yuan was embracing another woman, whispering sweet nothings to her, their hair intertwined.

In the blink of an eye, it was already 1989.

1 month 29 day.

Monday, the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month.

A biting north wind swept through the streets and alleys of Nanjing, carrying fine snow.

Inside Lin Yuan's office.

This office is located inside the factory. Lin Yuan has already bought a piece of land to build the future office building of the Lin Group, but it is still under construction.

At this moment, Lin Yuan was engrossed in reading a letter that someone had sent him.

Sun Xiaomo wore a navy blue wool coat that hugged her slender figure, paired with a pink sweater and a gray skirt, a perfectly coordinated look.

Her legs, encased in thick black pantyhose, were straight and long, and the brown snow boots she wore made her figure appear even more upright.

Her eyes were gentle, and she tucked the ends of her hair behind her ears. Her pearl earrings swayed gently with her movements. She was both dignified and capable, yet exuded a gentle feminine charm.

This well-matched outfit was naturally at Lin Yuan's behest.

As Lin Yuan's assistant, one must naturally not compromise on appearance.

Sun Xiaomo approached Lin Yuan, gently placed the meeting materials on the table, and tentatively asked in a soft voice, "Boss, it's almost nine o'clock, shouldn't we go to the conference room for the meeting?"

This morning, the Lin Group will hold its annual summary meeting, where important decisions will be announced, annual performance will be reviewed, outstanding employees will be recognized, and other matters will be on the agenda.

Lin Yuan slowly looked up from the letter, his gaze sharp, tapped the table with his fingertips, and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Mo, you've been with me for more than three months now, how come you still haven't mastered the art of language?"

Sun Xiaomo gripped the notebook tightly, her fingertips turning white with nervousness: "Boss, I... I was just worried you'd forget the time..."

"Keeping the time is your business, and knowing when to go is mine. You just need to remind me like this," Lin Yuan paused, his tone serious and clear, "'Boss, the annual summary meeting is at nine o'clock this morning, and everyone has already arrived. If we leave now, we'll be there on time.'"

Sun Xiaomo felt uneasy and nodded quickly, like a child who had done something wrong: "Boss, I'll remember."

Seeing her flustered appearance, Lin Yuan softened his tone slightly: "You are the person I am closest to in this company. In front of outsiders, your words and actions represent my reputation."

Lin Yuan naturally intended to give Sun Xiaomo a good talking-to at the right time, to teach her some manners, and to make her waver between fear and gratitude, feeling anxious and uncertain.

Sun Xiaomo's heart skipped a beat. She felt flattered and overwhelmed, but her guilt also deepened.

Lin Yuan values ​​me so much, yet I haven't performed well.

She secretly resolved to do her job well and live up to her boss's trust.

Lin Yuan said in a deep voice, "There have been some rumors circulating in the company lately, saying that you got promoted through connections and that you're just good at dressing up but don't have any real skills. Have you heard about this?"

Sun Xiaomo's heart skipped a beat; she had indeed heard about this matter before.

She was a little worried; could Lin Yuan be planning to remove her from her position?
Sun Xiaomo bit her lower lip, her voice weak: "Boss, I've heard of it..."

Although she never thought she would become Lin Yuan's assistant, after working there for the past few months, she is now reluctant to leave.

Lin Yuan suddenly smiled, a smile as warm as a spring breeze, and gently comforted her, "Praise and compliments don't necessarily mean genuine recognition; imitation and jealousy do. No wonder I've noticed more women in the company dressed like you lately, but none of them look as good as you."

Sun Xiaomo's thick black stockings outfit inspired many female colleagues in various departments to start imitating her.

Sun Xiaomo's earlobes turned red, both shy and touched: "Thank you, boss."

"Who wouldn't want to be in your position?" Lin Yuan said earnestly, his expression still gentle. "Making mistakes is okay, but you can't stop improving, understand?"

Sun Xiaomo straightened her back, her eyes firm, and nodded repeatedly: "Boss, I will study hard."

Lin Yuan gave a soft "hmm," and said, "Hand me your coat."

Sun Xiaomo quickly took the crisp suit jacket from the hanger, walked quietly behind Lin Yuan, unfolded the jacket, and draped it over Lin Yuan's shoulders.

Lin Yuan strode out of the office, while Sun Xiaomo followed half a step behind with light steps.

conference hall.

Department heads, workshop managers, financial officers, and outstanding employee representatives were already seated, waiting for Lin Yuan's arrival.

Finally, the door was slowly pushed open.

Lin Yuan, dressed in a sharp suit, walked in with composure and an imposing presence.

People on both sides of the aisle stood up in unison, and enthusiastic applause instantly resounded throughout the conference hall.

Following behind Lin Yuan, Sun Xiaomo slightly raised her head and straightened her chest. Looking at the respectful way everyone around her stood up, an indescribable sense of pride quietly grew in her heart.

Being around someone like Lin Yuan, even someone as ordinary as myself, would earn me respect from others.

As long as she could stay by his side for a long time, even if it was just as an assistant, she would be willing.

Lin Yuan walked up to the podium and sat down in the main seat, with Sun Xiaomo sitting next to him.

Lin Yuan raised his right hand, palm down, and gently pressed it down, gesturing for everyone to sit down. The previously enthusiastic applause quickly stopped, and everyone took their seats in an orderly fashion.

Lin Yuan turned to look at Sun Xiaomo, who understood and began to read the meeting agenda in a clear voice into the microphone in front of her.

After the meeting ended, around noon, the entire factory compound was bustling with activity, and a banquet was set up along the factory area.

The Lin Group is a large company with many employees. Holding a banquet in its own factory area for everyone to have a lively meal makes it seem friendly and down-to-earth.

The factory area was filled with laughter and cheerful conversation, with people clinking glasses and toasting each other.

Lin Yuan moved between the various banquets, drinking five or six cups of baijiu in succession. He gradually became unable to hold his liquor and his steps became unsteady. Seeing this, Sun Xiaomo quickly stepped forward to help him and led him back to the sofa in the office.

Lin Yuan, still tipsy, lay on the sofa, his head resting on Sun Xiaomo's lap. He unconsciously nuzzled between her legs, the smell of alcohol mixed with his warm breath wafting onto her skirt. Soon, he fell into a deep sleep.

Sun Xiaomo looked down at his flushed cheeks and slightly furrowed brows, smoothing Lin Yuan's brows with her fingertips, and unconsciously curved her lips into a smile.

The light outside the window gradually dimmed until twilight seeped through the windowpane. She remained in the same position, holding Lin Yuan, until waves of drowsiness washed over her.

Suddenly, Lin Yuan's head moved slightly on Sun Xiaomo's leg, which quickly woke Sun Xiaomo from her light sleep.

She asked softly, "Boss, are you awake?"

Lin Yuan rubbed his temples and slowly got up from her embrace: "How did I fall asleep here?"

Sun Xiaomo explained, "You drank a lot of baijiu at noon, so I helped you back to the office to rest. Seeing that you were quite drunk, I let you lie down on the sofa for a while."

Lin Yuan suddenly realized, "I went to bed very late last night and took an afternoon nap. I'm much more awake now." Lin Yuan glanced at his watch again, his brows furrowing slightly. "It's time to head to the Jinling Grand Hotel."

There will be another cocktail party tonight for the senior executives of the Lin Group.

Sun Xiaomo responded with a word of agreement and started to get up, supporting herself on the sofa.

However, because Lin Yuan's head had been resting on her lap all afternoon, her legs were numb. She even lost control of her facial expressions and let out soft moans as she got up too quickly.

Lin Yuan, who had already stood up, immediately sat back down next to her upon seeing this and gently put his arm around her: "Don't rush, rest for a while."

After all, whenever Sun Xiaomo had an epileptic seizure, Lin Yuan would always stay by her side and silently accompany her.

If you don't take advantage of this opportunity, no, if you don't spend time with Sun Xiaomo now, and she mistakenly thinks you don't like her, wouldn't that make Sun Xiaomo overthink things?
I'm sorry, I can't do anything that would hurt a woman.

Sun Xiaomo gripped the hem of her skirt tightly with her fingertips, her voice trembling: "My legs... my legs are a little numb..."

Lin Yuan's hand left Sun Xiaomo's arm, and his palm touched her taut thigh muscles.

I gently pressed her with my fingertips through the thick black stockings, wanting her to recover quickly.

The sheer, thick black stockings are silky smooth and comfortable, with a nice feel to them.

Sun Xiaomo let out a suppressed groan: "Ha, ha, ah."

Her thighs went numb, as if an electric current was coursing through them. Sun Xiaomo couldn't help but curl her toes, trying to pull away, but Lin Yuan's large hand held them firmly in place.

The numbness in her legs was unbearable, even more so than when she had an epileptic seizure. She was fully conscious, but her body was unresponsive.

After a minute or two, the numbness in Sun Xiaomo's legs gradually subsided, and she finally recovered.

The muffled groans she had just made seemed to still echo in her ears, causing her face to flush instantly, and even her neck to turn red.

"Boss, I feel much better now."

Lin Yuan looked concerned, but a barely perceptible smile lingered in his eyes: "Is my massage technique alright?"

Sun Xiaomo bit her lower lip, recalling the tingling sensation that shot from her feet up her spine during the massage, feeling both ashamed and embarrassed.

The numbness in her legs had already left her feeling helpless, and Lin Yuan's pressure only intensified the tingling and aching sensations. Nevertheless, she nodded and whispered, "Thank you, boss."

Lin Yuan smiled, his expression calm and composed: "Then let's set off."

……

The Jinling Grand Hotel was brightly lit, and the banquet hall was filled with the clinking of glasses.

Lin Yuan sat in the main seat, barely touching the dishes, but drank quite a bit of baijiu (Chinese liquor).

Lin Yuan never refused anyone who came to offer him a toast.

Sun Xiaomo sat to the side, her eyes fixed on Lin Yuan, her heart filled with worry.

She tried to speak up several times, but seeing the lively atmosphere at the party, she swallowed her words and could only watch anxiously from the sidelines.

The drinking party finally ended around 9 p.m.

In fact, given Lin Yuan's physique, this level of alcohol tolerance is naturally not a problem.

But men should get drunk when it's time to get drunk.

As they left the restaurant, the night breeze made the strong smell of alcohol on Lin Yuan even more noticeable.

He leaned against Sun Xiaomo, one hand on her waist, stroking it constantly, almost sparking with desire.

Sun Xiaomo's cheeks flushed slightly as she carefully helped him walk towards the parking lot.

Today, Lin Yuan specifically told Sun Xiaomo not to drink, so that she could drive him home if he drank too much after the party. At Lin Yuan's request, Sun Xiaomo had already passed her driver's license test.

After placing Lin Yuan in the passenger seat and fastening his seatbelt, Sun Xiaomo returned to the driver's seat, skillfully started the car, and drove towards Lin Yuan's home.

Along the way, Lin Yuan would occasionally utter a few drunken words, his breath brushing against her ear, causing her heart to beat faster involuntarily.

Soon, the car stopped in front of a residential building.

This is the house where Lin Yuan has lived since his freshman year of college.

Although Sun Xiaomo knew the address and had been downstairs a few times, this was the first time she had gone upstairs to Lin Yuan's house with him.

After all, Lin Yuan had never been this drunk before.

She finally managed to help Lin Yuan out of the car. As soon as he stood up, Lin Yuan suddenly opened his arms and hugged her tightly.

The hug carried the warm scent of alcohol, strong and genuine. It was the first time the two had ever hugged, a stark contrast to the embraces they had shared during his epileptic seizures.

Feeling the heat and intensity emanating from Lin Yuan, Sun Xiaomo was completely at a loss.

Seeing several passersby casting curious glances their way, Sun Xiaomo hurriedly pushed Lin Yuan away, her voice tinged with helplessness: "Boss, shall we go upstairs first?"

As soon as they entered the dimly lit stairwell, Lin Yuan's drunkenness became more and more obvious. His large hands became restless, and he staggered, almost pressing his entire body against her.

"Xingyu, when did you get here... let me give you a kiss."

He murmured indistinctly, then suddenly lowered his head to kiss her cheek.

Sun Xiaomo's pretty face flushed red, and she subconsciously turned her head away.

The name "Xingyu" stirred a strange feeling in her heart. She didn't know who this girl named "Xingyu" was, but it seemed that she might be Lin Yuan's official girlfriend.

I wonder what kind of girl she is that could make my usually composed boss so fond of her even after drinking?
"Are you still angry with me from the day before yesterday? I won't leave until you let me kiss you," Lin Yuan said, acting like a rogue.

Left with no other choice, Sun Xiaomo turned her face away and let Lin Yuan kiss her cheek before she was able to help him continue walking towards the door.

She took the key out of Lin Yuan's pocket, pushed open the door, and immediately saw the couple's slippers neatly arranged in the entryway.

Sun Xiaomo pursed her lips, not having time to think much or change her clothes, and helped Lin Yuan into the bedroom first.

She laid Lin Yuan down on the bed, squatted down, and laboriously took off his leather shoes and socks. Then she turned on the air conditioner and adjusted it to a comfortable temperature before turning to the kitchen to boil water.

After the water boiled, she brought over the hot water and carefully washed Lin Yuan's feet. Then she changed the water to warm water, gently unbuttoned Lin Yuan's suit jacket and shirt, and wiped his feverish body with a warm towel.

Lin Yuan remained in a semi-conscious state. Although he was somewhat drunk, he did not do anything too outrageous except for being a little lewd.

After wiping Lin Yuan's body, Sun Xiaomo said softly, "Boss, I'm going back now."

Lin Yuan, still half-asleep, grabbed her wrist and said, "Xingyu, stay with me tonight."

Before she could react, Sun Xiaomo was dragged onto the bed. Lin Yuan's hot breath fell on her neck, making her earlobes instantly turn red.

Lin Yuan's kisses landed haphazardly, with the eagerness of a drunkard.

Lin Yuan kindly wanted to help her remove her cumbersome pink sweater.

Sun Xiaomo hesitated for only a moment before complying with Lin Yuan's idea and taking off her sweater.

As for her wool coat, she had already taken it off. After all, the room was air-conditioned, and she had been busy serving Lin Yuan. Wearing so much would have made her hot.

Having witnessed a man like Lin Yuan, how could one possibly develop an interest in other ordinary people?

I'd rather be a hero's concubine than a mediocre man's wife.

At that moment, this thought inexplicably arose in her mind.

If she misses today, she doesn't know if she'll ever have another chance like this.

This may be her only chance in this life.

After all, what could a girl like her possibly have that would make Lin Yuan interested?

And so, Sun Xiaomo's inner garment gradually fell apart.

Lin Yuan, his breath reeking of alcohol, lightly licked the calf that was perched on his shoulder. Sun Xiaomo's eyes were glazed over, and her small, cute toes clenched together.

……

The next day.

Morning light slanted through the half-drawn curtains and fell obliquely onto the bed.

Sun Xiaomo's face still bore traces of tears, like pear blossoms in the rain.

Lin Yuan woke up first. The woman in his arms slept peacefully, her face flushed with a faint blush. Recalling what happened last night, he was slightly moved. It was Bai. No wonder Director Chen in the drama couldn't forget her, even after she was married, he still clung to Sun Xiaomo.

As an aside, Chen Yuan has already been imprisoned by Lin Yuan for multiple crimes, including embezzlement, abuse of power, accepting bribes, and attempted rape. He has been sentenced to twenty years in prison.

Seeing that Sun Xiaomo was still fast asleep, Lin Yuan gently hugged her and continued to sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Sun Xiaomo slowly woke up and saw that the room was in a mess, with clothes scattered all over the floor and an ambiguous atmosphere still lingering in the air.

She glanced at the sleeping Lin Yuan, whose hand was resting on her lower abdomen. She didn't know how to face Lin Yuan, nor was she sure how he would treat her. A sense of panic and confusion welled up inside her.

Seeing Lin Yuan's eyelids tremble slightly, as if he was about to wake up, Sun Xiaomo's heart tightened. She hurriedly closed her eyes, tensed her body, and pretended to be fast asleep.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips, but he quickly suppressed it. Then he threw back the covers, and the sight of the two of them naked made his breath catch in his throat, his pupils dilated in shock, and his face was filled with disbelief.

Moreover, there was a striking red stain on the bed sheet, like a bewitching red spider lily.

Sun Xiaomo could no longer pretend to be asleep, so she opened her eyes again.

Lin Yuan feigned deep regret, his voice slightly hoarse: "Xiao Mo, I..."

Sun Xiaomo clutched the blanket to cover her chest, her eyes still red from the tears of the previous night. She mustered her courage and said, "Brother Lin, from the first time you picked me up and took me to the clinic, I... You are the first person who didn't despise my illness and treated me so well. I... I don't regret it."

Sun Xiaomo did not call the boss again at this time.

"Silly girl." Lin Yuan looked at her with some surprise, then suddenly chuckled, rolled over and pulled her beneath him, his voice gentle, "Did I hurt you last night?"

Sun Xiaomo's cheeks flushed, she lowered her eyes slightly, and nodded gently.

After all, he was drunk last night, so his actions were bound to be somewhat out of control; it couldn't have been a gentle and subtle offensive.

Lin Yuan reached out and gently brushed the stray hairs from her forehead, his voice low and gentle: "I'll be gentle this time."

After their tender moment, Sun Xiaomo's face was as radiant as a peach blossom, and she exuded a languid charm, as if she had just enjoyed a sauna. She softly pleaded, "Brother Lin, please don't drink so much next time."

Lin Yuan joked, "Are you afraid I'll bring back another girl next time I get drunk? Or are you afraid I'll be just as passionate towards you again?"

Sun Xiaomo quickly shook her head, her almond-shaped eyes widening slightly: "No, it's not that. I'm just afraid that drinking too much will be bad, and I might do something else... inappropriate."

Lin Yuan smiled and pinched her cheek: "Okay, I'll remember."

Sun Xiaomo finally smiled with relief.

As for the future and promises, Sun Xiaomo wisely refrained from mentioning them, otherwise it would be seen as a transaction, and besides, she didn't feel she had the right to bring it up.

……

May 2, morning.

This day was also the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.

The winter sun slanted across the bluestone pavement of Sha Mao Lane.

Lin Yuan and Chang Xingyu walked side by side, each carrying a gift.

This was the first time Lin Yuan had brought a girl home. The alley gradually became lively, and people frequently cast curious glances at him along the way.

Chang Xingyu was wearing a beige wool coat, and a beige scarf was wrapped around half of his face, revealing a pair of bright almond-shaped eyes.

She was tall and slender with fair skin. Although her face couldn't be seen, everyone could guess that Chang Xingyu must be a beautiful girl.

"Xiao Yuan, did you bring your girlfriend home?"

"This girl is really pretty."

"Oh dear, it seems my daughter has no chance."

"Aunt Wang, your daughter isn't in elementary school yet, is she?"

……

Listening to the good-natured jokes from the neighbors along the way, Chang Xingyu felt a warm glow in his heart.

Entering the Lin family courtyard.

Qiao Sanli greeted him with a smile, her eyes sparkling, and said, "Brother! I've been waiting for you to come back and put up the Spring Festival couplets."

Lin Yuan smiled and replied, "Okay, I'll put up the Spring Festival couplets with you later."

Qiao Sanli then noticed Chang Xingyu behind her brother, and her smile instantly froze on her face.

Chang Xingyu stepped forward and said softly, "Sanli, hello there. We've met before. You've grown so tall."

Lin Yuan introduced, "This is your sister Chang, do you still recognize her?"

Qiao Sanli was already quite old and understood many things. Seeing her brother bring another girl back at this time, she felt inexplicably sad, as if something that originally belonged to her had been taken away by someone else.

Although she was disappointed, she still politely greeted her, "Sister Chang."

The Lin family's courtyard was not large, and Wu Xiulan quickly overheard their conversation.

She stepped out of the house and saw Chang Xingyu standing gracefully beside her son. She was taken aback at first, then a smile bloomed on her face.

Chang Xingyu smiled shyly and said, "Auntie, hello. I'm Lin Yuan's girlfriend, Chang Xingyu. Lin Yuan has always said that you are a particularly great mother, and I'm so glad to finally meet you today."

As he spoke, he handed over the gift box.

Wu Xiulan's smile deepened, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes smoothed out. She hurriedly reached out to take the gift box, and with her other hand, she affectionately took Chang Xingyu's wrist: "Oh, come in and sit down, it's cold outside! This child, you came all this way and brought nothing!"

She looked Chang Xingyu up and down, her gaze sweeping over the girl's elegant clothes and gentle features. Her eyes were full of satisfaction, and she chided, "Xiao Yuan didn't even tell me beforehand, so I could have prepared a few more good dishes."

As Wu Xiulan led him into the house, Chang Xingyu's earlier unease vanished, and his voice, soft and sincere, said, "Lin Yuan always says your cooking is delicious, and today I can finally taste it."

(End of this chapter)