The Guide to Rising to Power: The Ultimate Schemes of a Green Tea Beauty

Shen Yao threw off the covers, casually took off a fine white shirt, and put it on.

For no apparent reason, memories flooded back.

Xiang Yuchuan had just stuffed Shen Yao's clothes into the washing machine, his chin covered in white foam, and was tilting his head slightly up in front of the mirror to clean up any scratches he hadn't gotten.

He was wearing loose gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt casually over his shirt. His hair was a little messy, but it did not diminish his innate nobility in the slightest.

The shaving motion carried a lazy air characteristic of a pampered rich kid; his wrist moved casually, revealing clean, refreshed skin wherever the razor passed.

"Clumsy."

A clear, crisp voice rang out, carrying the soft nasal tone unique to early morning.

Xiang Yuchuan turned his head and saw Shen Yao leaning against the bathroom door frame.

She was wearing his dark gray silk shirt, the top two buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of her collarbone and neck. Morning light streamed in from behind her, gilding her with a fuzzy, golden glow.

The girl tilted her head, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes as clear and bright as obsidian immersed in spring water.

"Young Master Xiang," she drawled, each word like honey, "do you need your beautiful and intelligent girlfriend's help?"

Xiang Yuchuan's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice, still hoarse from just waking up, was alluring: "So you're in such a good mood today?"

He handed her the razor, but his gaze was fixed on her face as if drawn by a magnet. "Don't you dare disfigure me."

Shen Yao approached barefoot and took the razor. Her fingertips inadvertently brushed against his palm, sending a slight electric current through her.

The faint scent of her shower gel, the same one he used, mixed with her own indescribable natural fragrance, instantly filled his nostrils.

Xiang Yuchuan obediently bent down, placing his hands on the edge of the sink, carefully enclosing her in the small space in front of him.

She stood on tiptoe and began to shave him with focused attention.

Xiang Yuchuan lowered his eyes, his gaze tracing her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, and finally settling on her soft, moist lips.

"Have you seen enough?" Shen Yao suddenly raised her eyelashes, her eyes clear and bright, reflecting his somewhat dazed face.

She deliberately put on a stern face, but her eyes gleamed with a subtle light.

"Look at my precious girlfriend," Xiang Yuchuan said confidently, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Illegal? Even judges have to be reasonable."

After finally finishing shaving, Shen Yao put down the razor and gently wiped away the remaining white foam from his face, little by little, with a towel soaked in warm water.

The foam receded, revealing his smooth chin. Just as she was about to gracefully exit, he grabbed her wrist. His palm was hot, the heat instantly penetrating her skin.

"Is that all?" Xiang Yuchuan raised an eyebrow, his smile as deep as ink, churning with unfathomable emotions.

Shen Yao looked up at him, saying nothing, but a slow smile curved her lips. That smile held a knowing look, a bewitching allure that only he could understand.

The next second, Xiang Yuchuan reached out and firmly embraced her slender waist, gently pulling her into his arms. His other hand cupped the back of her head, his fingertips running through her soft hair as he lowered his head.

The kiss carried the freshness of mint foam and her unique sweet scent.

Shen Yao seemed to be stunned for a moment at first, then she gently squeezed back the hand he was holding, and put her other hand on his shoulder, leaning on him with a kind of encouraging dependence.

After a long while, Xiang Yuchuan stepped back a little, his breathing heavy, his forehead still pressed tightly against hers, his nose affectionately rubbing against hers.

He lowered his gaze and saw a captivating blush creeping onto her fair cheeks, spreading all the way to her ears. He deliberately lowered his voice:

"Last night you complained that my beard was prickly, and now you don't like me anymore?"

Shen Yao was still breathing softly. Upon hearing this, she raised her still flushed face, tried her best to put on the most serious expression, and nodded:

"Hmm, I don't like it anymore."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiang Yuchuan had already scooped her up in his arms.

She gasped softly, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. Xiang Yuchuan spun her around in his arms, the light and shadows shifting in the bathroom, her hair and the hem of her shirt fluttering in the air.

He looked up at her, his eyes and brows beaming with a triumphant smile, a smile that revealed an undisguised fondness and pride: "Liar."

He spoke each word with absolute certainty, as if stating a universal truth: "Shen Yao, you clearly like her terribly."

Shen Yao finally couldn't hold back in his arms and burst out laughing. Her laughter was clear and crisp, and although the tears in her eyes hadn't faded, her joy had already spread like a sea.

She neither admitted nor denied it, but simply buried her face gently in his warm neck and rubbed against him, like a cat that had finally put away its claws and was willing to act cute.

This silent action is more lethal than any words.

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Shen Yao snapped out of her daze and opened the bedroom door.

Fang Yunci was sitting at the head of the table by the window, listening to Sun Shaoping standing beside him giving a low report on his work.

Upon hearing the door open, the two turned around simultaneously.

When Sun Shao-ping saw who came out of the bedroom, his eyes widened instantly, his breath caught in his throat, and his face flushed red at a visible speed.

His gaze involuntarily fell on Shen Yao. Beneath the oversized men's shirt, the girl's slender curves were faintly visible, and her full breasts stretched the fabric into a soft arc.

Beneath the hem of her shirt were smooth, jade-like legs, completely naked, extending all the way to her fair and delicate feet.

What's even more visually striking is that her exposed neck, collarbone, and even calves are covered with deep and shallow hickeys and fingerprints.

She leaned against the door frame, her face showing the sleepiness of just waking up and a nonchalant laziness, staring straight at Fang Yunci.

Is this something he should be seeing? Sun Shao-ping's mind went blank, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

The gentle smile on Fang Yunci's face vanished the moment he saw Shen Yao's appearance.

"go back."

Shen Yao seemed not to have heard him at all. She walked barefoot to the dining table, then lifted her leg and sat down sideways on the edge of the smooth table.

This movement inevitably caused the hem of her shirt to ride up, revealing more of her fair thigh skin.

One of her feet was resting on the crossbar of another dining chair, while the other dangled casually. Her slender ankle and delicate toes swayed slightly in the morning light, exuding an innocent allure.

Sun Shao-ping lowered his head even further: "Director, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now. Call me if you need anything!"

After saying that, he practically fled in panic.

Only Shen Yao and Fang Yunci remained in the living room.

Fang Yunci's usually smiling eyes showed no emotion at this moment. He just stared at her quietly for a good ten seconds.

"Shen Yao," he called her by her full name, "go back."

Shen Yao gave an extremely innocent smile and replied, "Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong. I'll go back now and won't disturb your work any longer."

As she spoke, she made a move as if to jump off the table, her movements slow and somewhat reluctant.

Just as Shen Yao's feet were about to touch the ground, Fang Yunci suddenly reached out and grabbed her slender wrist. In a dizzying moment, Shen Yao fell into a firm and warm embrace.

Fang Yunci held her tightly to his lap, ignoring her struggles. He wrapped one arm around her waist like an iron hoop, and pressed down on her shoulder with the other hand. With a little force, he easily flipped the person in his arms over.

The hem of the oversized men's shirt rolled up due to this movement, exposing the delicate touch of the girl's skin and her breathtaking curves to Fang Yunci without reservation.

Fang Yunci's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and the darkness in his eyes deepened.

A clear and loud sound suddenly rang out.

Shen Yao froze, her mind going blank for a moment. He... he actually hit her?

"Fang Yunci!" Shen Yao struggled to break free. "Let me go, you bastard!"

Fang Yunci looked at her, pressed down on her fidgeting body, lowered his head, and brought his ear close to her reddened earlobe, slowly asking, "Do you know you were wrong?"

Shen Yao's previous aggressive demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a pitiful sob.

She lay softly on his lap, her shoulders heaving, and began to sob, shifting the blame back at him: "I know I was wrong, please don't hit me anymore, it hurts so much."