Luring Her into His Embrace: The CEO's Deep Devotion

Chapter 11: The Persistent Suitor

Under the starry sky outside, within the room, warmth and intimacy filled the air...

Yan Chenye only released Ye Weixi after hours of closeness, well into the early morning hours. It wasn't until he gently kissed her forehead and walked into the bathroom that her dazed, unfocused eyes began to regain clarity.

But soon after, her heavy eyelids pulled her back, her body melting into the plush mattress, drained of all energy.

Returning to the bedside after a quick shower, Yan Chenye noticed she had already drifted off to sleep. He smiled indulgently at her peaceful face, then returned to the bathroom. Emerging once more, he now held a towel soaked in warm water.

With a tenderness seldom seen, Yan Chenye tended to Ye Weixi before lying back beside her, drawing her tired form into his embrace, content.

When Ye Weixi woke up the next day, he was already gone, leaving her alone in the spacious bed. She exhaled deeply, propping herself up on her elbows to sit up.

"Ah!" she sighed heavily. She had really owed Fang Wanru after all—she had truly lost herself last night.

Every bone in her body screamed with pain, a vivid reminder of how she had been completely taken advantage of by that incorrigible man. Picking up her phone from the bedside table, Ye Weixi glanced at the time—already past two in the afternoon.

She tossed aside the quilt, ready to get up for a hot bath.

"Hiss..." The pain that shot through her body made her bite her lip hard.

"Unreasonable! Absolutely unreasonable..."

She muttered to herself, bearing the pain as she wrapped herself in the quilt and limped toward the bathroom.

After soaking in the tub for over half an hour, Ye Weixi finally felt revived. Wrapping a towel around her body, she walked out of the bathroom toward the closet. She hadn’t yet reached it when the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Instinctively, she bolted toward the bed, trying to grab the quilt for cover, only to realize the quilt wasn’t on the bed—it lay by the bathroom door, where she’d left it. Frustrated, she squeezed her eyes shut.

At least, she thought, the canopy surrounding the bed remained closed. Though partially visible, it was better than standing there in nothing but a towel.

Yan Chenye opened the door and immediately saw her run toward the bed. Taking a long stride, he approached the bedside. "You're awake?"

"Yes," Ye Weixi responded.

Yan Chenye's lips curved upward. "Change your clothes and come down to eat something; there's food prepared for you." As he spoke, he pressed the button that opened the bed curtains.

The gauzy fabric gathered, revealing Ye Weixi’s delicate, pure features, reflected in his onyx eyes.

He stared at her freshly washed face, her natural beauty shining through—untainted, ethereal, breathtakingly beautiful.

“Darling, you are exquisite,” Yan Chenye murmured, almost unconsciously. Were it not for the wide bed separating them, he might have taken her into his arms again.

Ye Weixi forced a shy smile. “I’ll go change first.”

Without waiting for a response, she clutched the towel with one hand, covering herself as best as she could, and rushed toward the closet. She cursed herself for not heading straight there in the first place. Locking the door behind her, she tried to calm her racing heart.

Yan Chenye didn’t follow her but waited patiently in the bedroom. Despite his growing urge, he didn’t want to frighten her; after all, he had all the time in the world and didn’t wish for her to fear him, as though he were some relentless beast.

Ye Weixi typically wasn’t particular about clothes—comfort was key. So she didn’t recognize the expensive brands hanging in the closet; the only labels she knew were affordable or widely known luxury brands. She knew these clothes must be valuable, prepared by Yan Chenye for Fang Wanru, and felt a pang of reluctance.

In the end, Ye Weixi chose an outfit she thought Fang Wanru would never wear—a simple and elegant floral skirt paired with a white cotton T-shirt.

Emerging from the closet, their eyes met, and both froze.

Ye Weixi hadn’t expected him to still be there, considering his time was rumored to be more precious than gold. Yan Chenye, meanwhile, found himself entranced by her beauty—each smile, every subtle movement stirring his heart.

“I’m ready,” Ye Weixi finally broke the silence. She feared that if she didn’t, Yan Chenye’s intense gaze might burn a hole through her. She could almost see the flames dancing in his deep eyes.

Snapping out of his daze, Yan Chenye’s handsome face softened into a gentle smile. “Wife, you’re beautiful,” he said.

She couldn’t help but smile. This was the third time today he’d complimented her beauty.

“Yes, yes, I know I’m naturally stunning,” she teased. “If you keep complimenting me, I might just start feeling embarrassed.”

With a coy smile, Ye Weixi approached him, her hands resting gently on his arm. Yan Chenye lowered his head and smiled at her, before pulling her into his embrace. His elegant fingers cupped her face, and he lowered his head to gently kiss her smiling lips.

For a long moment, he kissed her gently before burying his face in the crook of her neck, holding her close as though he wanted to merge their very beings.

Then, with a muffled voice, he murmured, “My darling wife, you are so beautiful...” Beautiful enough to rob him of sleep, though she may not understand what he meant, he knew very well…

Ye Weixi’s lips curled into a smile again. So men were visual creatures after all. She thought that Fang Wanru must have used this appearance alone to capture Yan Chenye’s heart.

She’d thought about wrapping her arms around his waist, but he wasn’t truly her man, and some lines, she knew, were better left uncrossed. So she let her hands fall slowly.

Yan Chenye was with Ye Weixi in the dining room, keeping her company while she ate. Meanwhile, upstairs, Wu Butler and Xia were tidying up the master bedroom.

Despite feeling for her young master, Wu Butler's loyalty was primarily to Yan Chenye's mother, Lin Wei. The mother and son had had a tense relationship since he married Fang Wanru, and Wu Butler was essentially Lin Wei’s eyes and ears, placed by her son's side.

Lin Wei did not approve of Fang Wanru, and neither did Wu Butler. After all, Fang Wanru’s hidden affairs were no secret; they were easily uncovered with a bit of digging. Her father, Fang Wei, had managed to cover up most of them, but evidence was still scarce, making it difficult to prove to Yan Chenye that Fang Wanru wasn’t who she claimed to be.

Yan Chenye was no longer someone the old Yan family could control. Although the family was large, with many branches and attendants who gossiped about his choice of wife and questioned his position as the sole heir, everyone knew that Yan Chenye was not just an heir—he had earned his fearsome reputation.

Wu Butler's eyes widened when she noticed the deeper-colored stains on the red sheets. These marks clearly weren’t Yan Chenye's, which suggested Fang Wanru wasn’t as debauched as the rumors claimed—or perhaps she had sought surgical restoration to secure the marriage.

Regardless, Wu Butler instructed Xia to put the sheets away separately.

Ye Weixi, having eaten just enough to stave off her hunger, sipped her water while eyeing Yan Chenye across the table, flipping through a financial magazine. After a long hesitation, she cautiously spoke, “Husband, I wanted to discuss something with you.”

He looked up and closed the magazine. “What is it?”

Ye Weixi found herself tongue-tied; her body felt stiff, and she swallowed nervously. “I… I want to study abroad for a while.”

Luckily, Fang Wanru had previously applied for a three-month fashion design course overseas to better match Yan Chenye’s status. Once abroad, she could find a way to prolong her stay. Besides, maybe within three months, the real Fang Wanru would show up.

Yan Chenye’s dark eyes bore into her, a storm brewing behind them. Their second day of marriage, and she was already thinking of living apart from him! His chest burned with a strange fury—other women dreamed of climbing into his bed, and yet here she was, his legal wife, looking for a way out the day after their wedding.

Suppressing the fire in his chest, Yan Chenye replied in a cold tone, “When do you leave? I’ll accompany you!” The last three words were enunciated with deliberate emphasis.

Ye Weixi’s jaw dropped. She inwardly cursed, ‘You’re relentless!’ But outwardly, she wore a sweet smile, “I’m only bringing it up now; the date isn’t set.”

Yan Chenye set his magazine aside, pulling her into his arms to sit on his lap. “Perfect, I have something I want to discuss too.”

Ye Weixi blinked, still smiling, though she felt a chill crawl down her spine. “What is it?”

With one arm around her waist and the other clasping her cool hands, he leaned his head on her shoulder. “I was too busy before the wedding to plan our honeymoon. Where would you like to go? Let’s make arrangements and leave tomorrow.”

Her heart thudded in her chest—‘Not this!’

The idea of an intimate honeymoon between a brother-in-law and sister-in-law was unthinkable. Steadying her voice, she said, “There are so many places I’d love to see, but honestly, I’m just too tired right now. Perhaps we can wait until later?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, hoping a small show of affection now could prevent their honeymoon altogether.

Yan Chenye nuzzled against her; she didn’t want to go, and he wouldn’t force her. When she did, he would take the time to be by her side. “Alright,” he said softly.

He spoke, but then his lips found her shoulder again, his heated breath grazing her skin.

Ye Weixi's body shivered under his touch. His closeness, his possessive desire, all made her uncomfortable. She wasn’t used to being so close to this man. “Not here, people might see,” she protested, her voice trembling.

Yan Chenye, however, kept her hands locked around his neck, his own hand slipping beneath her T-shirt, “They know what should and shouldn’t be seen.”

Ye Weixi bit her lip, frowning slightly. She needed an excuse to break free from his grasp. “Husband… there’s something else I need to discuss with you…”

He paused, his voice barely a murmur, “Hmm?”

Her head felt dizzy, almost ringing with tension. Why was this man so insufferable?

She pulled one hand back, trying to adjust her shirt down, only for him to lean back against her. She had to hold on tightly to prevent exposure.

"I've recently developed an interest in medicine—saving lives and helping others. I was thinking of studying at a medical school. What do you think?" She desperately tried to divert the conversation, hoping to bring him back to reason.

Yan Chenye gave a mischievous grin, lightly biting her shoulder. "Alright, I'll arrange it tomorrow."

She hadn’t expected him to agree so readily, and his agreement was even more painful, his proximity overwhelming her senses.

She had already spent one night with this man; enduring another didn’t seem unbearable, but it was still too early—only four in the afternoon. And they were still in the dining room.

As Yan Chenye's hand slipped under her skirt, she caught his hand, her breath quickening. “Not… not here…”

He exhaled sharply, his movements pausing before pulling her up and into his arms. Swiftly, he carried her out of the dining room, heading for a nearby rest room on the first floor...