Chapter 435: Wu Yue Arrives at Shen Que’s Prince Residence

Chapter 435: Wu Yue Arrives at Prince Shen Que's Place

Wu Yue denied it, "I didn't."

To be honest, this point was indeed a bit too subtle; even when Shen Que had previously went through Wu Yue's memories, he hadn't noticed it.

Wu Yue had always hidden all her emotions very well. If she didn’t want to reveal them, no one would ever know.

Shen Que’s intuition told him he was right, "You were angry."

He couldn’t help but grab Wu Yue’s hand again. Even though the people from the secretariat were watching not far away, he didn’t care at all.

If they weren’t on the street, he would have held Wu Yue and started kissing her right then and there.

Shen Que said, "If you’re angry with me, just tell me directly. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right with you, but you can’t keep winding me up like that."

Wu Yue absolutely refused to admit it, "I wasn’t at all. I was just seriously going for the teleportation point, zero personal feelings involved."

Shen Que didn’t believe her, "Open a Mental Power Share with me right now and let me see. You had already fallen for me back when we were surviving alone together on the snow mountain map. I don’t believe that your going all out for that teleportation point wasn’t just to get back at me."

Wu Yue turned and walked away. Shen Que wouldn’t let her go, so she kept trying to wrench her hand free.

People on the street kept glancing at them. Wu Yue, furious, yelled at the secretariat staff, "Get him away from me!!"

The secretariat staff turned and left, scattering like roaches.

No way were they going to intervene—they would be toast against even one of Shen Que’s punches.

Besides, they were only there to confirm whether Wu Yue and Shen Que had really patched things up. Now that it was clear, they weren’t about to stick around. Shen Que had already been shooting them looks that could kill.

Shen Que said, "Wait."

The secretariat staff respectfully approached Shen Que, "Does Prince Shen Que need something?"

Shen Que glanced at the ice cream stall, "Have someone make ice cream."

"No problem, we’ll arrange it right away!"

Shen Que walked over to Wu Yue holding two ice creams, held one out to her, and started eating the other himself.

Shen Que looked at Wu Yue, but she turned away, ignoring him.

Shen Que said, "I was wrong, don’t be angry."

Wu Yue replied, "I’m not angry!"

Shen Que said, "World City's still not back to normal yet, and there’s not much going on. Is there anywhere you’d like to go, baby?"

Wu Yue asked, "How about you take me to see the Royal Court?"

Shen Que turned to look at Wu Yue, his expression suddenly becoming hard to read. Wu Yue blinked in confusion, "What? Is it not allowed?"

Shen Que’s entire vibe suddenly changed completely. He nodded and said, "Sure, of course."

He hadn’t originally planned to take Wu Yue to the Royal Court so soon, but since she brought it up herself, he couldn’t be blamed if he lost control afterward.

Shen Que led Wu Yue all the way to the Royal Court. The entire Royal Court looked opulent and lavish—compared to it, the secretariat seemed as humble as company housing.

Wu Yue looked around in amazement, "Wow, the Royal Court looks incredibly loaded."

Shen Que, "Hmm, Vlad is quite resourceful, and Chu Cixie deliberately favors him with resources."

Wu Yue, "Did you just give up your right to inherit the Royal Court like that?"

Shen Que nodded, "Yes."

He disliked the Royal Court, loathed this place to the core; stepping into it felt like going to a funeral.

The Royal Court was designed in a Western-style courtyard layout, with each noble having their own separate courtyard, self-contained and private.

Shen Que led Wu Yue to his private residence. Passing through the front hall, they arrived at an exquisite garden villa. The garden was regularly maintained by dedicated staff, full of vitality.

In the center of the garden was a fountain, with goldfish swimming at its base.

On one side of the garden was a spot for tea and gatherings, with a swing nearby.

Against the backdrop of the garden stood an elegant white Western-style mansion. The garden led directly to Shen Que’s study, and from the garden, one could easily see him sitting at his desk.

The study and bedroom were designed as a suite. Passing through the semi-open study, one reached the high-ceilinged bedroom.

Wu Yue had already seen the lavish aerial suite prepared for her by Fu Yixue and the opulent settings of the Jiang family, but she still felt that Shen Que’s decorations were exceptionally chic and classy.

Wu Yue exclaimed in surprise, "Was this all Vlad’s idea? He’s got great taste!"

Shen Que, "No, I told them to set it up like this."

Wu Yue immediately praised Shen Que, "Then you really have great taste."

As expected of a true royal descendant.

Wu Yue walked to the swing, sat down, squinted her eyes under the afternoon sun, and asked,

"Do you ever sit here to soak up the sun?"

Shen Que shook his head, "No. Before this, everything here was monochrome to me."

Since his parents passed away, the world had turned into a black-and-white silent film, each day a quiet agony.

Wu Yue found it strange, "Then why have a swing here?"

Shen Que put his hands in his pockets, leaned in close to Wu Yue. He glanced toward the study, and Wu Yue followed his gaze.

Shen Que, "Now that you’re sitting here, I have a clear view of you from the study."

Wu Yue began to realize that since entering the Royal Court, Shen Que’s gaze had grown more and more intense, making her heart pound nervously.

Wu Yue immediately stood up from the swing, smiling awkwardly, "This place is really beautiful. We’ve seen plenty—shall we return to the base?"

She suddenly missed her room dearly; only the highest security level could be her safe haven!

Shen Que directly reached out and grabbed her, "Wu Yue, I wasn’t planning to bring you here this early."

Wu Yue could already guess what Shen Que was thinking. She played it safe, "Yes, I also think the timing isn’t ideal. Maybe we should leave?"

Shen Que picked Wu Yue up in his arms, carried her through the garden, pushed open the glass door, and entered the study.

As he closed the door behind him, his cool tone could no longer suppress his deep longing, "Too late."

Dense kisses instantly fell on Wu Yue’s cheeks, the corners of her lips, her neck, and her collarbone.

Wu Yue noticed that compared to in the air shuttle, Shen Que was now clearly more passionate and intense, even to the point of being described as ravenous.

With one hand, he tugged open two buttons on his shirt, pressing his entire body tightly against Wu Yue, leaving no gap between them.

Wu Yue was so overwhelmed by his kisses she could hardly stand, leaning against the writing desk for support.

His scorching palm cupped her back to steady her, while his other hand directly pulled down the zipper of Wu Yue's casual wear, slipping it off her shoulder and sliding his hand under her top.

Drunk on his kisses, Wu Yue wrapped her arms around Shen Que's neck and softly asked him:

"What's wrong with you?"

Shen Que breathed raggedly: "Call me, baby, call me."

Sensing Shen Que's intense emotions, Wu Yue soothingly stroked his cheek and repeatedly called out to him: "My love."

Shen Que looked at Wu Yue, his gaze dark and burning with enough intensity to consume her, "Baby, I want you."

Wu Yue tilted her head back, hooked her arms around Shen Que's neck, and melted against him.

Seeing Wu Yue actively respond, Shen Que's expression instantly darkened like a hellish whirlpool. He held her tightly, his strength so great it seemed as though he wanted to crush her entirely.

Wu Yue's mind grew hazy with desire. Shen Que unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, took her hand, and placed it on his body, urging her: "Baby, release your spiritual energy."

The moment Wu Yue extended her spiritual energy, it was immediately seized by countless tendrils of spiritual energy released by Shen Que, then completely enveloped and swallowed.

Wu Yue felt utterly possessed, completely losing control of her body, burning up, feeling like she might melt completely.

Countless images flashed through Wu Yue's mind, all without exception showing Shen Que alone in this room, feverishly imagined about her.

The deeper he was in the abyss, the more Shen Que lost control over his unchecked desires. He had fantasized about almost every corner of this room, even the garden.

He had fantasized... about being with her, about making love to her.

Especially that swing, this writing desk, and the bed right behind them.