Chapter Fifty-Four: Interrupting a Tryst

This was the second time Long Fei had acted mischievously with Yang Danni, but by now he was well practiced; when Yang Danni was so weak she could barely stand, he finally released her lips, spun her around, and pressed her hands against the glass wall. He gripped her tightly from behind, the fabric of her skirt between them, his presence making her tremble with anticipation, while his hands continued their relentless exploration.

Seeing staff still bustling in the distance, Yang Danni’s heart pounded with anxiety, but there was a thrill too—a sense of forbidden excitement, as if they were engaging in a secret tryst, the danger only heightening her pleasure.

What a perfect room, they both must have thought.

Suddenly, the elevator doors opened. Wen Qi, muttering complaints to herself, marched straight toward Yang Danni’s office. Yang Danni jumped in fright, about to straighten up, but Long Fei held her fast, rendering her immobile.

He leaned in close, his breath teasing her ear as he whispered mischievously, “Danni, isn’t this exhilarating? Look, your colleague is coming this way. Do you see her?”

“No, no!” Yang Danni struggled harder, but was powerless against her body’s response. In that instant, she felt herself grow even wetter, berating herself for her own shamelessness.

Just before Wen Qi opened the door, Long Fei finally released her. But as Wen Qi stepped into the office, she was confronted with the sight of Yang Danni’s hands braced against the glass, her skirt riding up to reveal pink undergarments, her blouse in disarray, the undone clasp of her bra plainly visible.

“Wen Qi, what brings you back?” Yang Danni’s face was surely bright red, but she forced herself to speak as normally as possible.

“You, the two of you—?” Wen Qi’s face flushed a deep crimson, as red as an autumn apple, so inviting that even Long Fei was tempted to take a bite.

Long Fei chuckled. “Miss Wen, did you see anything?”

“I—of course not! I didn’t see a thing. Why are you still here anyway? Don’t you know Danni’s about to go on air?” Wen Qi glared at Long Fei. She was certain her judgment was sound—Long Fei was an utter scoundrel. How could he do this, and with Yang Danni of all people? Didn’t he feel the slightest bit of guilt?

Long Fei suddenly stepped forward, closing the distance with a wicked grin. Wen Qi, petrified by his approach, retreated several steps, snatched her bag from the desk, and fled in panic, babbling as she ran, “I know nothing, I was just passing by—no, I just came back for my bag!”

Just passing by? What an excuse. Long Fei smirked lecherously.

Watching Wen Qi flee in terror, Yang Danni shot Long Fei a reproachful look but obediently helped him adjust his disheveled pants, chastising him in a low, embarrassed voice, “It’s all your fault. Wen Qi is a good girl—don’t scare her like that again!”

“You hosts are always in the spotlight. It’s inevitable that some powerful people will pester you. When such advances come, you must learn to refuse and keep yourself above reproach. The world rushes by like flowing water—don’t let fame or fortune weigh on your mind. Live simply, let go of greed for riches and honor. Befriend the virtuous, not the faithless; savor pure tea, not the wine of indulgence; keep an open door, but a cautious tongue.” Long Fei recited these words like a mantra, his face solemn.

Yang Danni playfully tapped his chest, casting him a sultry glance. “Spare me the lectures. My father has recited this a hundred times. Besides, Wen Qi isn’t the kind of person you imagine!”

Long Fei nodded, smoothing her tousled hair. Glancing at the clock, he grinned. “Your show’s about to start. Shall we freshen you up?”

“I don’t need to,” Yang Danni replied with a laugh, primping in the mirror. She felt a dampness beneath her skirt, her cheeks flushing as she stole a glance at Long Fei, who was inspecting the newly delivered flowers by the trash bin.

After tidying her clothes, Yang Danni carefully wrapped the rose Long Fei had given her and placed it in her pen holder on the desk before walking over to him.

“That Xie Qingquan—isn’t he the pretty boy from the last reception?” Long Fei asked, pointing at a bouquet.

Yang Danni glanced nervously at his expression before nodding. “Oh, I can’t stand him. He’s always pestering me just because he thinks he looks good. Now, you have to protect me—don’t let them keep sending me flowers.”

“Forget it. I don’t want to become everyone’s enemy. I’m not ready to make our relationship public yet. If they want to send flowers, let them. As long as they don’t cross the line, I’ll turn a blind eye. But if they do, I won’t be so lenient—I have my own ways.” A sharp glint flickered in Long Fei’s eyes.

Yang Danni felt both joy and worry: joy that Long Fei finally acknowledged their relationship, worry at how long it would have to remain secret. In her heart, if Long Fei wished, she would declare their love to the world in an instant. Her job, though she enjoyed it, was nothing compared to being with Long Fei. She would gladly become a full-time wife, bearing his children.

Noticing her sudden blush, Long Fei asked, “What are you thinking?”

Startled, she replied, “Nothing. I’m heading to the show—will you wait for me?”

Long Fei nodded.

Yang Danni quickly reviewed her script, but at the door she turned back, grabbing Long Fei’s hand. “No, you’re coming with me, or you’ll slip away. I need to keep an eye on you!”

Long Fei protested, “Do you really not trust me? I was going to take you to my place later.”

Yang Danni was delighted but feigned annoyance. “No, I don’t trust you!” She clung to his hand as if it were her whole world, unwilling to ever let go.

Two turns later, they reached the studio. After a quick preparation, she sat down just as the clock struck seven.

Tonight’s show went unusually smoothly. Yang Danni maintained her impeccable composure and radiant smile. Though some news segments seemed off, countless viewers surely found joy in her smile alone.

Afterwards, they slipped out the back door, Yang Danni still in her black suit. They hailed a taxi to Long Fei’s rented apartment but were recognized as soon as they stepped out.

“Ah, you’re Sister Danni! I adore you—you’re my idol! Please, can I have your autograph?” a girl gushed, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“And who’s he? Is he your mysterious boyfriend?” another fan, this one a boy, eyed Long Fei with disappointment, secretly convinced he was more handsome.

Before Yang Danni could reply, Long Fei interjected, “You’re quite the joker, little brother. I’m her older brother! Your Sister Danni is still single. And you’re such a handsome guy—you’ll surely find a beautiful girlfriend someday.”

The boy’s attitude changed completely. “No wonder you two look alike! Big brother, you’re handsome too. I swear, I’ll only date girls like Sister Danni. If not, I’d rather stay single forever.”

At last, they escaped to Long Fei’s apartment, but he noticed Yang Danni seemed troubled.

Why was she so stubborn? Did she truly wish to make their relationship public?

No sooner had they entered than Long Fei’s phone rang. It was Ye Qian.

“Long Fei, where are you?” her voice came through. He replied cheerfully, “I’m at my apartment.”

Ye Qian: Where’s that? I’ll come find you.

Long Fei: What for?

Ye Qian: I’m taking you home. Mom said she wants to reward you, and I have something important to discuss.

Long Fei: Let’s talk tomorrow. I have a guest tonight and won’t be coming back.

Ye Qian fell silent for a while.

Finally, she said, “What about my safety?”

Long Fei: Don’t worry, I’ve arranged everything. There won’t be any problems.

Ye Qian hesitated a moment longer.

“Very well,” she said at last, and hung up.

Long Fei frowned, sensing something was off. This wasn’t like Ye Qian at all. Something felt strange tonight, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.