Chapter 220: Ning Tian — "Tonight I'll Properly Thank You~"
The door closed behind Ning Tian with a soft click.
Under the gentle lamplight, her cheeks glowed red like ripe apples. Her beautiful, glassy eyes shimmered with moisture as they fixed on Ye Chen.
The faint flush of wine in her veins had ignited into a burning warmth flowing restlessly through her slender body.
"How are you going to thank me, then?"
Ye Chen reclined on the bed, smiling lazily at her.
The room's light was dim, yet moonlight spilled gently through the window, casting everything in silver. He could clearly see the shy glow coloring her delicate face.
The moment he finished speaking, Ning Tian moved like a kitten melting bonelessly into his embrace.
Her silk-clad legs wrapped lightly around his waist, her stockinged feet tracing teasing lines along his knees.
Her small hands clutched the front of his robe, pulling him closer, while her warm breath brushed against his ear and her soft lips grazed its edge as she whispered playfully, "What's the rush… go bathe first…"
Her voice was sweet and sticky, carrying the scent of wine and her own faint perfume.
She even brushed her thigh lightly against him.
"What bath? I don't mind you like this," Ye Chen murmured, biting gently at her ear.
Ning Tian gave a muffled "hmph," turned her face, and nipped softly at his throat. "My father still doesn't know… about this… You mustn't tell him, or he'll think badly of me…"
Her finger traced lazy circles on his chest, her voice barely audible. "Tonight… I'm all yours."
Ye Chen's restraint snapped.
Before she could move back, he rolled over, sealing her protests with a kiss.
Moments later, garments fluttered soundlessly to the floor.
His broad palms slid along the smooth line of her bare back, lingering over the warmth of her skin.
"Mmm~"
A faint hum slipped from her throat as she arched instinctively, her toned legs, still wrapped in white silk, brushing against his.
Ye Chen lifted himself slightly, allowing the distance between them to breathe—only a little.
Ning Tian lay beneath him, eyelashes quivering like butterfly wings. Her breathing came fast and uneven, beads of sweat glistening along her temples as the moonlight painted her skin in silver.
Ye Chen brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead and kissed the tip of her nose. "My little Tian… so good," he murmured with a half-smile.
Blushing, Ning Tian managed a breathless giggle. "Didn't I say… I'd thank you properly…"
Before she could finish, her words were lost beneath another kiss.
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By the middle of the night, everything had quieted.
Ning Tian curled up against Ye Chen's chest, her cheek resting on his shoulder, completely limp.
Her discarded white stockings had vanished somewhere into the shadows.
Ye Chen's hand rested gently on her smooth back, patting rhythmically like soothing a sleepy cat.
A soft hum purred from Ning Tian's throat as she pressed closer, her voice muzzy with exhaustion. "You're such a bully… Next time I'm calling Wu Feng to join us..."
Clearly, she was starting to think she couldn't handle him alone.
Ye Chen chuckled quietly and drew her tighter into his arms.
She was warm, trusting, utterly relaxed. The steady whispers of their breathing filled the quiet room.
Moonlight slipped through the curtain gap, scattering pale ribbons across the wooden floor.
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Life in the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect after that was pleasantly peaceful.
Ning Tian, eager to please her fiancé and to show off her family's strength, took Ye Chen daily to inspect the Tang Sect's newly planned outer division.
Under Sect Master Ning Xiuyuan's direct command, construction moved at astonishing speed.
Not far from the Seven Treasures City, a vast scenic plain by the mountains and river had already been chosen for the project.
Craftsmen and soul engineers labored day and night. Large forge workshops had taken shape, and designs for early-generation production equipment were now being refined by the sect's technical team.
Ye Chen merely visited now and then with Ning Tian, otherwise indulging in good wine, fine meals, and lovely company.
He had no complaints about Tang Sect's outpost being established near Seven Treasures City.
They were one family anyway—his interest was their interest.
As long as Ye Chen remained, Tang Sect belonged to him alone.
And if the day came when he ascended to godhood, he would hardly need to care about earthly affairs.
If Ning Xiuyuan wished to claim Tang Sect then, he would gladly hand it over. To Ye Chen, the Tang Sect was simply a convenient tool—something to manage business while he pursued greater power.
As for being "kept" by his fiancée's family—Ye Chen didn't see it that way.
He was trading his talent, his technology, and his relationship with Ning Tian for influence. Nothing shameful about that—he earned everything through his own abilities.
Still, the phrase "living off a woman" stirred a memory—an image of a mature, voluptuous woman surfaced in his mind: Xian Lin'er.
Thinking of her, Ye Chen actually felt a hint of self-consciousness.
Professor Xian Lin'er had indeed treated him very well—million-coin credit cards, exclusive meals, even a guest room in her lab…
Come to think of it, that really did sound like being pampered by a wealthy woman.
And the faint fragrance on her skin, the soft shimmer of those silk stockings… cough…
Of course, Ye Chen wasn't one to forget kindness.
He had already prepared an immortal herb for her—a gift he intended to deliver at the right time.
After all, the gesture mattered; gifts given on special days carried far more meaning.
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A few days later, after finalizing construction plans, Ye Chen prepared to return to Shrek with Ning Tian.
"Sage son-in-law," Ning Xiuyuan said as he clasped Ye Chen's shoulder, his tone firm, "Xiaotian is my dearest child. You must treat her well—never bully her."
He emphasized the word "bully," pressing slightly as if to make sure the message landed.
Clearly, he already knew they were sharing a bed.
Had it been anyone else, Ning Xiuyuan might have exploded in anger.
But this was Ye Chen… and Ning Tian had clearly been the one chasing him.
So what could he do?
He could only hope Ye Chen was gentle.
At least judging by these past days, Ning Tian seemed radiant and unbothered.
Perhaps the boy was cautious out of respect while staying within the sect…
But once they left his sight, who knew how Ye Chen might treat her?
Though Ning Xiuyuan already approved of Ye Chen's character, a father's warning was still necessary. It was his duty, after all.
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