Chapter 163 You Called Me Mom

Chapter 163: You Called Me “Mommy”

The neon lights outside the car blurred into streaks of color as the vehicle sped forward.

Qin Shuyi groggily pried her eyes open, catching glimpses of flickering streetlights rushing past the window.

He still held her lips captive—her eyelashes glistened with moisture, like someone drowning, surfacing only briefly for air.

Her thoughts were hazy as her hand drifted downward…

Ling Jue, still lost in the sensation of her mouth, let out a sharp hiss; his grip on her waist tightened abruptly.

“Baby, don’t…”

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, gently nipping at a soft patch of skin, forcing himself to stifle any undignified sound.

Though his words pleaded for restraint, he tenderly kissed her flushed cheek, wrapped her tightly in his coat, and shielded her completely from view.

His rough fingertips traced the hem of her lifted top—circling her slender waist, then moving lower…

The scene appeared still, yet beneath the dim light and the faint, intermittent glow filtering through the one-way glass, their movements beneath the coat remained concealed.

Only the unfastened buttons along the edge of his coat occasionally parted—then pressed back together—like a fish circling a snow-capped peak.

She bit her lower lip with pearly teeth; the earlier intoxication surged anew.

Defiantly, she tugged his shirt free from his belt and trousers, her palm settling over his taut, sculpted abdomen.

“My turn to squeeze.”

Ling Jue chuckled lowly, his hand pressing firmly as he leaned close to her burning ear: “Go ahead, baby.”

He offered himself entirely at her mercy.

Mindful that they were still en route, they restrained themselves—beyond the liberties taken beneath their clothes, nothing further occurred.

Yet Ling Jue kissed her with even deeper, more lingering tenderness.

When it became truly unbearable…

The usually smooth, steady luxury sedan’s rear seat jolted inexplicably several times—and Qin Shuyi clung to him desperately.

It was like scratching an itch through a boot—frustrating, only intensifying the ache.

For the first time, Ling Jue found the drive home agonizingly slow.

…

The car halted in the garage. The driver had long since departed. From the faint, soft rustling sounds emanating from the backseat, the two finally emerged.

Ling Jue’s suit jacket draped over Qin Shuyi, enveloping her fully in his arms—only half of her profile visible to the outside.

His own shirt was neatly tucked back into his belt, his appearance impeccably dashing and handsome—no trace of the earlier fervor betrayed.

Arm in arm, they walked silently toward the house.

Though their eyes never met, the air between them crackled with unspoken tension.

Upstairs, he opened the door—then closed it firmly behind them.

Before the lights could even be switched on, Qin Shuyi’s suit jacket slipped to the floor with a soft thud.

Standing on tiptoe was too exhausting—so he simply lifted her, cradling her by the thighs, letting her wrap her legs around his waist as he strode purposefully toward the bedroom.

…

Midnight. Thirsty and spent, Qin Shuyi lay limply on the bed. Ling Jue reached out, picked up the glass of warm water left on the nightstand from their earlier round, and held it to her lips.

Her eyes were half-lidded, her face etched with exhaustion; she whimpered softly as she pushed feebly against him.

In the first half of the night, she’d held the upper hand—teasing, playful, pushing Ling Jue to his limits. But before midnight, the tide had turned—and she paid dearly for her mischief.

“Husband~ Baby~ Can we go to sleep?”

In the darkness, she wound her arms around the neck of the man still laboring tirelessly, coaxing him with a voice edged with ambiguous, breathless sobs.

Ling Jue—his brow slightly damp—chuckled softly, then suddenly asked, “Baby, do you know you talked in your sleep last time?”

Her mind was mush; she answered instinctively: “What did I say?”

He brought her soft hand to his lips, kissed it gently, then placed it over his pounding heart—lowering his voice teasingly: “You called me ‘Mommy.’”

Qin Shuyi’s face burned crimson; she shrank back in mortification and slapped him lightly. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Ling Jue laughed deeply—thrusting home again, humming in agreement, his voice hoarse.

“It doesn’t have to be ‘Mommy,’ either.”

“Baby’s hungry—husband will feed you.”

…

It had been far too long since they’d embraced so intimately—like returning to those feverish, mutually obsessive late nights of the past—yet something more now existed between them.

It was the profound, soul-deep merging that moved them both to their core.

Ling Jue was reverent—and frenzied.

…

Sunlight was blocked by the heavy curtains. Freshly dressed and fully composed, Ling Jue pushed open the bedroom door and stepped inside. Seeing his girlfriend still deep in slumber, he sighed helplessly.

It seemed the plan of her accompanying him to work today would not come to pass.

A faint smile curved his lips as he brushed a kiss across her forehead—then claimed a proper good-morning kiss for himself—before slipping out quietly on tiptoe.

Breakfast sat covered on the table. Ling Jue left a note beside the dining table: if she woke early, she could eat something to hold her over; lunch would be delivered around noon, and she could eat before heading out to watch Jiang Yuzhou’s afternoon basketball game.

He also sent a message to Qi Manjun, informing her that Caesar would need to stay with her for a few more days.

Better to grant him and his wife a little more peace and quiet.

The driver only saw Master Jue seated in the back, fingers flying across his laptop keyboard—focused intently on official business, every second counted—completely unaware that someone had already mentally mapped out several games to play that very night.

He sighed inwardly, thinking: Even with all this wealth, he’s still such a workaholic. Master Jue truly earns his money without a shred of guilt.

In truth, Ling Jue simply felt that, with the motivation to finish work early, going to the office no longer seemed quite so unbearable.

Boost efficiency—must boost efficiency!

All the employees at Ling Corporation noticed their boss was in an unusually good mood today. Even those who messed up data in their reports got off with just a light scolding. It was both shocking and a real head-turner.

When lunchtime rolled around, Executive Assistant Li was surrounded by a crowd.

A group of people exchanged subtle glances. "So, what's the story? Did Mr. Ling come back a completely changed man after being away?"

Someone complained, "Today, when the cleaning lady went to his office to change the flowers, he actually smiled at her and even said the flowers looked nice. She walked out in a daze."

"And me," another chimed in. "I ran into someone from downstairs delivering documents in the hallway and joked, 'You singles don't know how good it is to have a wife.' Mr. Ling passed by, nodded, and seriously added, 'Having a wife is truly blissful.' I thought he was mocking me—it scared the life out of me."

What they saw today couldn’t possibly be the real Ling Jue—maybe a hidden twin brother or an imposter.

Him being so nice to everyone? Completely unbelievable.

Executive Assistant Li, who'd been having a pretty good time of it lately, smiled knowingly and dropped a bombshell.

"Your boss and Miss Qin have gotten back together."

That one sentence explained everything.

"No way!" The group erupted in waves of exclamations and excited cheers.

"I knew it! I knew it!" The head of the CP fan club in the secretarial office, overwhelmed by this sudden good news, pinched herself to keep from fainting, her grin so wide she couldn't close her mouth.

"I told you these two wouldn’t just let it end like that!!"

"Quick, quick!" She held out her hand. "Pay up!"

Miss Qin was her goddess!

Clutching her pile of winnings, she kissed each bill gleefully.

Ever since the two broke up, everyone had been betting on whether they would reconcile.

Although the wish was beautiful, no one thought it was a sure thing.

Because Ling Jue didn’t seem like the type to go back to an ex.

Only she strongly supported the idea of reconciliation.

The odds on both sides had once been as high as ten to one.

For so long, there had been no movement—only Ling Jue’s mood growing darker by the day. She had even worried that her infallible CP radar was about to fail.

Who would have thought? Finally, her luck had changed.

She grinned from ear to ear.

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