Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo! Chapter 2134 - Wen Yuan (28)

Shang Qiqi headed directly to Shang Qingmo’s company.

The staff had long grown accustomed to Shang Qiqi showing up.

Yet, once she vanished from sight, one employee couldn’t resist muttering under his breath.

He was whispering about her seducing her own uncle as his niece, calling her a brazen and manipulative vixen.

Shang Qiqi had endured plenty of vile remarks like that before. She’d come across even harsher ones on the internet.

Oddly enough, those judgments used to sting deeply, but now they left her utterly unmoved.

Upon reaching Shang Qingmo’s office, the secretary rose to her feet as usual.

“Director Shang is inside the office. Would you like something to drink?”

“No, thank you.”

Shang Qiqi flashed a sweet smile at the secretary before pushing open the office door.

Shang Qingmo had just emerged from the lounge, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt. Hearing the door creak open, he glanced over without a hint of surprise.

Shang Qiqi was likely the sole person allowed to enter his office without knocking.

“Where have you been?”

He strolled toward the French windows and leaned down to grab the porcelain cup from the nearby table, taking a slow sip of water.

His casual stance showed he was unwinding after a hectic session.

Shang Qiqi shut the door and fixed her gaze on him for several seconds. A lump swelled in her throat, though she swiftly pushed it down.

Taking a steady breath, she approached Shang Qingmo.

Shang Qingmo sipped his water twice more. Noticing the girl’s unusual silence today, he turned to check on her, only to feel his waist encircled slowly from behind by her arms, followed by her warm frame pressing close.

His towering form stiffened briefly. He clutched the porcelain cup harder and glanced down at the hands around his waist.

“What happened? Did someone bully you out there?”

As he spoke, his eyes fixed on those hands gripping his waist.

Shang Qiqi shook her head. “No, I wouldn’t bring shame to you.”

Shang Qingmo chuckled softly and clasped her hand. He set the cup down on the table after bending over, then pivoted to face her.

Shang Qiqi tilted her head up at him, her eyes sparkling with intense emotion.

“Uncle,” she said with a beaming smile, nestling into his arms. “How could I truly seduce you?”

Shang Qingmo’s face stiffened. Feeling her warmth against him, his gaze grew darker.

“Want to give it a shot tonight?”

Shang Qiqi shook her head. “No.”

“Huh?” Shang Qingmo arched a brow.

Right then, Shang Qiqi rose onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.

Her soft, sweet lips brushed against his awkwardly. Finally, she darted her tongue out, sweeping it past as she boldly parted his lips.

In that instant, Shang Qingmo’s body went rigid, and a restraint in his mind shattered. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, dipped low, and claimed her lips fiercely.

Unlike her tentative and clumsy approach, his kiss was aggressive and commanding, leaving no room for her to breathe. It burned with raw passion and urgency.

Shang Qiqi couldn’t keep up and arched backward repeatedly. Her teeth parted just a bit before the man plunged in dominantly. She threw her arms around his shoulders, gasping as she tried to match his pace.

Her cheeks flushed deep red, and her eyes shimmered with mist.

After what felt like an eternity, Shang Qingmo eased back gradually, resting his forehead against hers. Unable to resist her kissed-swollen look, he grazed her reddened lips once more.

Shang Qiqi’s lashes trembled as she pursued his lips again.

Even after Shang Qingmo pulled away completely, Shang Qiqi kept after him. Her lips trailed to the edge of his mouth, still fumbling and playful, before she kissed down to his Adam’s apple.

The fire Shang Qingmo had held back surged anew from her provocations. His eyes darkened intensely as he watched her.

“Qiqi, enough now…”

Shang Qiqi acted like she hadn’t heard, using her other hand to yank at Shang Qingmo’s tie.

Then, she peered up at him through watery eyes, a mix of longing and trepidation clear in her gaze.

Her desire was plain as day.

Shang Qingmo seized her hand, his voice low and gravelly.

“Have you really decided?”

Shang Qiqi bit her lip bashfully and hid her face against his neck.

“I haven’t… I’m scared… but I… want Uncle…”

Her words trailed off to whispers, but Shang Qingmo abruptly gripped her chin.

“Never?”

So after over four years abroad, she remained untouched?

Nothing had ever happened between her and Han Ji?

Shang Qiqi’s face burned crimson. “I couldn’t do that with someone I don’t love…”

“Ha.”

That remark clearly delighted him. As soon as she spoke, a low laugh rumbled above her, and in the next breath, her body floated upward.

Taken aback, she let out a startled cry.

Shang Qingmo glanced down at her while carrying her, his tone husky. “Hold onto that scream—save your strength.”

The second she landed on the bed, Shang Qiqi stared at Shang Qingmo with a blend of nerves and excitement.

“Did I finally succeed in seducing you?”

He untied his tie, a subtle smile glinting in his deep, dark eyes. “Truth be told, you don’t need to do a single thing. But anything you choose to do is absolutely no bad idea.”

Shang Qiqi pursed her lips. “Liar! Obviously back then… Mmm…”

Shang Qingmo cut her off before she could finish her words.

After that prolonged kiss, Shang Qiqi’s outfit lay disheveled.

“Don’t bring up ancient history with me. You’re asking me to touch a girl fresh into adulthood who’s nominally my own niece. Do you see me as some kind of beast?”

“Then I’m still your niece in name…”

“Right, but you’ve passed eighteen now.”

“Then…”

“Say no more. Or I’ll confess to regretting it all these years. I shouldn’t have overthought everything back then. Be it turning eighteen or being my niece…”

Shang Qiqi’s lashes trembled lightly. “Yeah… You ought to thank me for not giving myself away all these years. If I had… they say first love sticks forever. For women, that first time etches even deeper. They’ll imprint that no matter what befalls this man, he remains the sole one for life.”

“When that moment arrives…”

“No such moment will come. Be it first love or first time, it belongs solely to me!”

A smile bloomed on Shang Qiqi’s face as she looped her arms around the man’s neck. Lifting herself up, she breathed softly into his ear,

“Little Uncle, I want you…”

Shang Qingmo’s eyes narrowed sharply.

*

Her inaugural intimacy surged from agonizing torment to overwhelming rapture.

Shang Qingmo bore her from the bathroom. The instant he laid her on the bed, her cheeks flamed as she dove beneath the covers.

Catching her bashful demeanor, Shang Qingmo pressed his lips together. “Show me your face. I promise not to look.”

“Get out.”

Shang Qiqi’s muffled, tender voice drifted from under the blanket.

Shang Qingmo arched an eyebrow. “Don’t forget to show your head.”

The lounge door creaked open and shut. Only after verifying the utter silence did Shang Qiqi gradually peel back the blanket.

No hint of shyness or delight lingered in her gaze. It swept across the room, her lips quirked faintly, before she eased her eyes shut.

Lounge curtains sealed away the afternoon glow. Amid the shadows, tears welled from Shang Qiqi’s closed lids, soaking into the plush pillow.

Unlike that kiss four years prior, she had claimed him fully at last.

Satisfaction enveloped her.

No greater bliss existed than seizing one’s deepest desire.

She yearned for happiness to grace everyone dear to her.

*

Shang Qingmo stepped out into the conference room.

Shifts in the TV station’s summer lineup brought new show launches, weaving into future schedules and fresh programming schemes.

Though Shang Qingmo brimmed with cheer, he kept an icy front toward his team.

His staff always stayed strictly professional and deferential before him, delivering crisp summaries without extra chatter.

Despite the inner storm raging uncontrollably, he maintained his usual composure.

Yet Shang Qingmo at last spotted the anomaly.

His assistant’s phone buzzed far too often. Calls cut off, only for texts to flood in relentlessly.

After countless interruptions, the conference room’s others failed to mask their peculiar looks.

Shang Qingmo’s brow furrowed as he flung his pen aside. A shadowy glare fixed on his assistant.

“Talk!”

The assistant compressed his lips, scanning the room. All sprang up hastily and filed out.

This sight darkened Shang Qingmo’s face further, though he permitted their exit.

“Director Shang.”

Not until the final soul departed did the assistant advance, extract his phone, scroll through, and position it before Shang Qingmo.

Hot search’s pinnacle blazed with a stark headline: “Niece’s mistress struts arrogantly, slaps fiancée in cafe.”

“Niece” stabbed straight into Shang Qingmo’s gaze.

He tapped it open. Leading the feed was a media account’s video.

The clip seized the exact instant Shang Qiqi strode into the cafe.

That bold, domineering air was a rarity in recent times for him to witness.

Their exchange twisted Shang Qingmo’s already frigid, stormy visage into something fiercer.

Even as Song Yunshu hurled water across Shang Qiqi’s face, he showed no stir.

“I suddenly think that your departure back then didn’t mean letting go. This comeback of yours is just your schemed plot all along.”

“I might opt out of marrying him, but don’t dream you can. You lusted after my uncle’s bed as a mere youth before. Now, after sampling a bit of delight, you flaunt yourself here…”

My niece steals my uncle and plays the other woman. How dare you gloat before me? Who could stomach you two? The whole Shang family faces endless gossip! Shang Qingmo draws flak already. Is this your twisted version of love?

Shang Qiqi landed a sharp, resounding slap on her.

“You’re correct. I’m furious that the man I adore is going to wed another woman ultimately. So what if I schemed this for ages? So what if I intentionally lured him in? Who made him succumb to it? I’ve obtained my desire. Why fuss over the rest? Will the Shang family eliminate me? Or will the Shang family’s enterprise collapse?”

“Song Yunshu, success hinges on results. You’re honorable, rational, and prudent, yet I’ll be the victor in the end.”

Ultimately, Shang Qiqi chose the term “successful”, mirroring her earlier scheme flawlessly.

The assistant watched Shang Qingmo’s face intently. “Online sentiment is overwhelmingly negative. Everyone’s fiercely denouncing Miss Shang… for meddling in another’s marriage.”

“You even mentioned… that you were actually plotted against…”

Shang Qingmo shot the assistant a fierce glare before he could complete his words.

“CEO Shang… what’s our next move? In that video, Miss Shang confessed to… purposely seducing…”

Shang Qingmo flung his phone away, though his eyes stayed fixed on it.

Moments later, he spoke deliberately, “Take down the hot search.”

“… But that might spark even greater backlash.”

“Withdraw it!”

“… Understood.”

The assistant stooped to grab the phone and dialed the media contacts.

Whatever the response was, it left him dumbfounded.

“What was that?”

Shang Qingmo glanced up at him.

Shortly after, the assistant ended the call, face darkened.

“CEO Shang, word is Miss Shang reached out to numerous media to set the record straight on some matters.”

At that news, Shang Qingmo froze briefly, then shot to his feet.

He burst through the lounge door. The woman meant to be sleeping there was gone.

Fury crossed Shang Qingmo’s features.

He stormed from the office amid the disarray, questioning the busy secretary outside, “Where’d she go?”

The secretaries froze at his fierce look, then swiftly replied, “Miss Shang left shortly after you departed.”

*

Meanwhile, reporters had gathered outside a media building.

“Did that Shang family niece summon you too?”

“Yep. Rumor has it she’s clearing up some issues. Curious what she’ll address after admitting in the video to deliberately seducing her uncle…”

“Song Yunshu claimed she aimed to climb into her uncle’s bed young as she was. Now it seems her abrupt exit five years back hides something shady.”

“Agreed. The video revealed a five-year plot. Gotta admit, such cunning at her age…”

“What gets me is her brazen slap to her fiancée in public.”

“Old Master Shang never imagined the girl he nurtured would turn so ungrateful.”

“Can’t wait to see. How’ll she exonerate herself?”

As they buzzed, Shang Qiqi approached them steadily.

Reporters surged ahead.

Shang Qiqi positioned herself centrally, offering them a smile.

“Thanks to all for honoring me with your presence here. Never thought I’d draw such scrutiny. A simple cafe encounter gets filmed and blasted online.”

“I believed triumph was mine, the man I desired finally within reach. Yet soon after, this baffling incident erupted.”

Reporters cut her off impatiently.

“Miss Shang, so you confirm the cafe claims?”

“Was your sudden departure from Ping Cheng City five years ago for some hidden motive?”

“What brings you to us today?”

Amid the reporters’ onslaught, Shang Qiqi kept her composed smile. She scanned them coolly, paused briefly, then resumed.

“I won’t refute the cafe events. Those words came from me, and striking Miss Song is fact. Rest assured, with matters at this stage, I shan’t argue further.”

My presence here stems from Miss Song’s accuracy. Yes, I’ve harbored feelings for my nominal uncle for years. Five years past, freshly adult, I acted rashly and enraged him, prompting my overseas departure… Precisely as you suspect. With his fiancée in place, I committed that brazen act. Uncle was livid then, dispatching me abroad to study.

Regarding our reunion and his abrupt breakup with Miss Song… I seized his unguarded moment, repeating my folly from five years prior, compelling his accountability. After all… even unwittingly, he’d strayed from his fiancée. I wouldn’t allow him my favors gratis.”

“Yet, Uncle remains my brother-in-law. Even if I went ahead with it, he ended the engagement to shield me and became involved with his own niece. In the end, I got labeled as the unfaithful one.”

Right after her words landed, a stir erupted ahead of her.

Shameless. The term rang out loud and clear to her ears.

Shang Qiqi dug her fingers hard into her palm, yet her smile stayed perfect.

“Had the cafe incident stayed hidden, I wouldn’t have spilled all this. I’d have savored my triumph instead. But now that everything’s out… The Shang family nurtured me for years, showering me with affection. No matter my ruthlessness, I recognize their kindness. Sharing the truth today lets me pay them back for all those years.

Ultimately, I must express gratitude to Grandpa and Uncle for their care and backing. I apologize for tarnishing the Shang family’s name with my self-centered actions. I seek no pardon. Moving forward, I’ll keep my distance from the Shang family. And to Miss Song Yunshu, my apologies.”

Saying that, Shang Qiqi gave a wink and walked away smiling.

Reporters tried to follow her, only to be blocked by the media building’s security personnel.

Lowering her head, Shang Qiqi slipped swiftly into a waiting car.

“Little Miss…”

The driver hailed from the main family.

Instructions had been clear: avoid public appearances.

“Straight to the airport, now.”

Shang Qiqi pressed her hand to her chest, tightness choking her breath. Her voice shook without control.

She never imagined it would happen this quickly.

She’d hoped to delay it more…

To linger near him a bit longer…

Yet she refused to let Shang Qingmo shoulder such heavy pressure or turn him and the whole Shang family into public jokes.

Bearing all the fault herself was the only path she could see.

Their bond was one nobody could approve. Countless obstacles kept them apart.

Once she severed ties with the Shang family and departed…

Time alone would fade it all away eventually.