Boundary - Chapter 20

He still couldn’t control it.

Watching his milky white s*men slowly seep out from between her slightly swollen, parted lips, Jin Nanting thought with frustration.

Those forbidden, ugly impulses that should have been locked deep within his heart had completely escaped the moment he fully entered her body, spreading recklessly through his veins with every thrust.

And every moan, every plea from her only fueled his desire further, making him believe he could truly make her his captive.

His alone.

He had never chased after delusions. His rationality would warn him that he couldn’t—and didn’t truly want to—turn Gu Yetong into a woman who could only survive by depending on him.

He liked the light in her eyes, that proud, vibrant light.

But his rationality, the rationality he prided himself on, had completely vanished amidst her soft murmurs and gasps, leaving him to lose all sense of restraint, erupting within her softness again and again as she tightened around him.

“Let’s go down for breakfast.”

He turned away, pulled out a tissue to clean himself, then put on his pajama pants and T-shirt, barely managing to return to the version of himself he was familiar with.

When he turned back to look at his wife, though she was still disheveled and her cheeks flushed, her eyes had already cooled, and the mask of detachment had returned.

“You go down first,” Gu Yetong turned her face away, “I’ll take a shower and be right there.”

Was she going to wash away the marks and scent he left behind?

Clenching his fist, Jin Nanting naturally didn’t ask such a trivial and foolish question. “Have another piece of chocolate, so you don’t get low blood sugar again.”

Then, once they left the bed, they returned to being the pragmatic, respectful couple they were. Taking turns keeping Grandpa Gu company, they occasionally chatted about the past week when alone, though most of the time Gu Yetong was catching up on the work emails she had missed over the past few days.

After dinner, Grandpa Gu insisted that since he was fine now, they should return to their own home.

And when they left, each took something with them.

Gu Yetong took a black velvet dress from the depths of her wardrobe.

“Do you have an event to attend soon?”

Gu Yetong glanced at him. “Don’t tell me I’m the only one invited. Next month, your aunt is hosting a charity auction for your grandmother’s 80th birthday, right?”

Of course, he should have been invited too, but the invitation was probably still with his secretary. He had never told Gu Yetong that his family almost never contacted him directly.

His uncle was originally supposed to be the heir of the Jin family. Unfortunately, he was narrow-minded and loved to boast, fighting fiercely with his second uncle until both were severely wounded, nearly landing themselves in prison and almost ruining the legacy his grandfather had built.

This was why his father had the opportunity to return to the Jin family.

In comparison, the aunts who had married into the Jin family were the more formidable figures. They had given his mother a hard time back in the day, and after his uncles were sidelined, they had quietly focused on educating their children, eventually receiving not only substantial trust funds from their grandfather but also control over charitable foundations and art and antique businesses.

As for his once-authoritative grandmother, since his grandfather passed away a few years ago, her dementia symptoms had worsened, and now she was merely a prop the family occasionally trotted out to showcase familial harmony.

“Not buying a new dress?” These occasions were always a stage for the women to flaunt their beauty, and the dress Gu Yetong had chosen looked more suited for a groundbreaking ceremony.

“I’ve only worn this dress once at the Architects’ Annual Conference, so it’s practically new,” Gu Yetong said, holding the dress up to herself.

Alright, perhaps this conservative and simple dress wasn’t a bad choice for such a crowded and chaotic event. Still, it felt like something was missing.

As for what Jin Nanting had inexplicably slipped into his briefcase and taken with him, it now sat on his desk. Through it, he gazed at another piece of work by the same author.

“So, which construction company did you ultimately choose?”

He already knew the answer without asking. The rendering in front of him perfectly matched the vision Gu Yetong had described to him—fluid, smooth lines and a simple yet grand exterior. The building looked like a Noah’s Ark ready to sail into the galaxy.

Though the woman had once told him that architectural design was never the work of a single individual, he could clearly feel her soul poured into this project.

“Gu Corporation,” the project manager for the East Beach project quickly added, “I’ve already consulted the legal department. The experts involved in the evaluation process scored without knowing the identities of the bidders, and we invited enough third parties to participate. The process is fully compliant, so there’s no risk of being accused of favoritism.”

“I heard you’re Gu Yetong’s senior?” Jin Nanting leaned back in his ergonomic leather chair, studying the man slightly older than himself. “But I remember you graduated from the Bartlett School in London.”

The project manager blinked. What? He had started his report with a detailed explanation of evaluation criteria, processes, and big data analysis to prove that choosing Gu Corporation wasn’t about currying favor with the boss’s wife. Now, was the boss suspecting that he was the one who needed to avoid a conflict of interest?

“We were both exchange students in Germany at the same time. Since I was there for my master’s, I can’t really be considered Mrs. Jin’s senior.”

“You can use whatever, you’re used to,” Jin Nanting said. He had noticed last time that Gu Yetong was somewhat resistant to being called “Mrs. Jin.” He didn’t like it either, as too many people he disliked were also addressed that way. “Meeting a fellow countryman in a small place like Weimar, Germany—you must have been pretty close, right?”

“We got along, we got along,” the project manager said nervously, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses. As someone with average looks and background, he had never harbored any inappropriate thoughts about a cold beauty like Gu Yetong. But he did have a roommate who didn’t know his limits.

And unfortunately, he had been the one to introduce the two of them.

Even more unfortunately, that man, who had recently returned to the country, had just met with him last month.