41: Chapter 41 Moving Upwards Little by Little

Wen Yulan downed another glass.

Wang Yang looked at her and sighed.

Forget it, let her drink.

Letting it all out is better than bottling it up.

As Wen Yulan drank, she talked more and more.

"Wang Yang, tell me, I treated him so well. How could he treat me like this..."

"I make him breakfast every morning. I wait for him to come home at night, and even when he works overtime, I stay awake to heat up his dinner..."

"And what's the result? He's been with that little vixen for half a year, half a year!"

As Wen Yulan talked, tears fell again.

Wang Yang handed her a tissue.

Wen Yulan took it, wiped her face messily, and continued drinking.

After two more glasses, she was completely gone.

Her whole body was swaying, and her tongue was thick when she spoke.

"Wang Yang, you... you are a good person."

She reached out, pointed at Wang Yang, and laughed foolishly.

"Much, much better than that bastard."

Wang Yang smiled.

"Sister Wen, you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk!"

Wen Yulan slapped the table, "I'm perfectly sober!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her body tilted, and she fell directly into Wang Yang's arms.

Wang Yang was stunned.

Wen Yulan leaned in his arms, her face against his chest, still muttering.

"Good person, you are a good person..."

Wang Yang looked down at her.

Wen Yulan had her eyes closed, her eyelashes fluttering gently, lips slightly parted, and her breath carried the scent of alcohol.

Her face was flushed, her makeup ruined, but she was still beautiful.

Her body, wrapped in a black knitted dress, leaned softly against him, her curves pressing against him.

Even through the clothes, he could feel that softness.

Her legs were wrapped in black silk stockings, shimmering with a faint luster under the dim light.

Wang Yang's breathing hitched.

He smelled the faint perfume on her, mixed with the alcohol, which was unexpectedly pleasant.

The restlessness in his heart slowly began to burn.

Wang Yang curled the corner of his lips.

He was not a good person.

The opportunity had arrived.

He waved his hand, called the Waitress, and paid the bill.

Then he helped Wen Yulan stand up.

Wen Yulan hung on him, as soft as if she had no bones.

Wang Yang put his arm around her waist, half-carrying her out of the bar.

The night wind blew over, carrying the chill of the twelfth lunar month.

Wen Yulan huddled into his arms and muttered something.

Wang Yang looked down at her and smiled.

He carried her into the car, placed her in the passenger seat, and fastened her seatbelt.

Then he sat in the driver's seat and started the ignition.

The black X5M drove into the night.

...

Less than half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a star-rated hotel.

Yuntian International Hotel.

Wang Yang got out of the car and helped Wen Yulan out of the passenger seat.

She was dazed, unable to open her eyes, relying entirely on him for support.

Wang Yang held her and walked into the lobby.

The receptionist was a young man who saw the two enter.

His gaze lingered on Wen Yulan for a second, then looked at Wang Yang.

His eyes carried a hint of a smile that every man understood.

"Hello, sir, what room type do you need?"

Wang Yang spoke indifferently.

"Presidential suite."

The young receptionist was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

"Okay, okay! Please wait a moment, sir!"

He operated the computer quickly, finished the procedures, and handed over the room card with both hands.

"Sir, top floor 8888, I wish you a pleasant stay!"

That look, that tone, envy was almost overflowing.

Wang Yang took the room card and helped Wen Yulan toward the elevator.

The elevator door closed, and the receptionist kept staring.

"Damn, presidential suite, that woman's figure is amazing... If only I could, hehe..."

The elevator stopped on the top floor.

Wang Yang helped Wen Yulan walk to the door of 8888, swiped the card, and pushed the door open.

The room was large and luxurious.

Floor-to-ceiling windows occupied the entire wall, and outside the window was the night view of ten thousand lights.

A crystal chandelier hung down, and the floor was covered with a thick carpet.

A huge circular bed was placed in the center, covered with dark purple bedding.

Wang Yang helped Wen Yulan to the bedside and laid her down gently.

Wen Yulan lay on the bed, her hair spread out, her long black-stockinged legs curled up, her dress wrinkled.

She closed her eyes, still muttering something.

Wang Yang straightened up and looked at her.

She lay on the bed, her chest rising and falling slightly, the black knitted dress outlining amazing curves.

The neckline had shifted during the previous movements, revealing a section of her collarbone and a little bit of purple.

Purple underwear.

Wang Yang's Adam's apple bobbed.

Just as he was about to turn around to take a shower, Wen Yulan suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Don't, don't go."

Her voice was soft, laced with drunkenness.

Wang Yang looked down at her.

She didn't open her eyes, but her hand gripped him tightly.

Wang Yang smiled.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"I won't go. I'm going to take a shower and I'll be back in a while."

Wen Yulan didn't know if she understood, but her hand slowly loosened.

Wang Yang placed her hand down and got up to walk into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, hot water poured down.

Wang Yang stood under the showerhead with a smile on his lips.

No rush.

Taking it slow is more enjoyable.

He washed very carefully, taking over ten minutes.

...

Ten minutes later.

Wang Yang pushed open the bathroom door and walked out.

He only had a white bath towel wrapped around his waist, his upper body bare, and his hair still dripping with water.

Water droplets slid down his chest, flowed over the contours of his abs, and disappeared into the edge of the towel.

While wiping his hair, he walked towards the bed.

Then Wang Yang was stunned.

On the bed, Wen Yulan's posture had changed.

She was lying on her side, her dress had rolled up at some point, revealing a length of fair, smooth thigh.

The black stockings were wrinkled, her legs were bent, one high heel had fallen off, and the other was still dangling from her toe.

The neckline was more open, the purple underwear faintly visible, wrapping around an amazing fullness.

The dress had shrunk upward, revealing a small patch of belly, blindingly white.

There was a little bit of fat on that belly, not much, just right, adding a touch of authentic femininity.

Wang Yang's breathing grew heavy.

He walked over, got on the bed, leaned over, and pressed gently against her side.

Wen Yulan's body was hot and soft, carrying the scent of alcohol and faint perfume.

Wang Yang's hand covered her belly.

Rubbing it gently.

The skin there was delicate and smooth, and the warm touch came from his palm.

His fingers moved slowly upward.

Little by little, from the belly to the ribs, from the ribs to...

Wen Yulan's body trembled slightly.

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Warm, soft, and tasting of alcohol.

Wen Yulan's eyelashes fluttered and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her gaze was blurry, unfocused, and laced with drunkenness.

She looked at the person in front of her for several seconds.

Then she recognized him.

"Wang, Wang Yang..."

Her voice was hoarse and soft.

Wang Yang looked at her.

"Yeah, it's me."

Wen Yulan looked at him blankly, her mind dazed.

"You, why are you, don't..."

Before she could finish, Wang Yang kissed her again.

Wen Yulan's mind was even more chaotic.

She wanted to push him away, her hand raised, but it just rested softly on his shoulder, unable to exert any strength.

Wang Yang released her lips and looked at her.

"Sister Wen."

Wen Yulan gasped, looking at him.