Chapter 81: Sleeping Together

Mu Qingcheng stood gracefully at the bathroom door, completely unaware that her charms were laid bare. Her handsome features and flawless, delicate figure exuded an undeniable allure. Ling Tian couldn’t take his eyes off her; the intoxicating scene left his mouth dry, and he couldn’t help swallowing hard.

At this moment, in Mu Qingcheng’s eyes, Ling Tian looked just like a lecher, drooling and staring blankly.

“Still staring? If you keep looking… I’ll really scratch you,” Mu Qingcheng said with a blend of shyness and indignation. She shot Ling Tian a fierce glare before slamming the door shut.

Ling Tian licked his lips and muttered to himself, “How pathetic—drooling over my own wife. If Yan Lie and those idiots found out, they’d never let me live it down.”

He sat down cross-legged, regulated his breathing, suppressed the burning desire in his abdomen, and entered a meditative state. Focusing his divine sense on the jade slip, he began to study the Chaos Art. Each time he delved into it, he gained new insights, but his current strength only allowed him to grasp a mere fraction of its vast knowledge.

That tiny jade slip contained knowledge as boundless as the universe. Clearly, whoever crafted it must have been an extraordinary figure of immense power.

After more than an hour, Ling Tian opened his eyes, put away the jade slip, and noticed the bathroom light still shining, with the sound of running water persisting. He quietly approached the bathroom door, intending to probe inside with his divine sense. However, on second thought, he dismissed the idea—using his divine sense this way was no different from spying.

His own wife was inside—was there any need for him to sneak a look?

He knocked on the door, but Mu Qingcheng didn’t respond. He knocked a dozen more times, but still received no reply.

What’s going on?

Worried, Ling Tian gripped the lock and gave it a gentle tug. It was locked. Channeling his energy into his palm, he sent it into the keyhole and gave a slight twist—the door opened.

The shower was still spraying water, and Mu Qingcheng lay naked and sound asleep in the tub, her cheeks flushed and breathing deep. Clearly, exhaustion from her work on the new project had caught up with her, and she had drifted off in the warm water.

Looking at her alluring, curvaceous body, Ling Tian felt no lust, only a deep tenderness and concern.

“She appears so glamorous on the surface, but who can truly understand the hardships she endures?” Ling Tian turned off the shower, carefully lifted Mu Qingcheng from the tub, dried her off, and carried her back to the bedroom.

After tucking her in, Ling Tian was about to leave when Mu Qingcheng suddenly grabbed his arm, hugging it tightly to her chest. Not wanting to wake her, Ling Tian leaned against the headboard, letting her hold him as she pleased.

Suddenly, Mu Qingcheng threw her leg over Ling Tian, curling up against him like a gentle kitten, her arms wrapping around his waist…

At eight in the morning, Mu Qingcheng stretched out a fair arm and let out a long yawn. Without opening her eyes, she mumbled, “It’s been so long since I’ve slept this soundly…”

Suddenly, her body froze. She realized she was holding someone, and that person’s body radiated a distinctly masculine presence.

Heavens! What happened?

She had actually slept the whole night holding a man…

No, wait—she remembered falling asleep in the bath. She should be in the tub. So how was she now in bed? Mu Qingcheng reached out to feel the covers—there was no mistake, she was in bed.

“Since you’re awake, stop pretending. You really wore me out last night.” Ling Tian patted her rounded hip and spoke lazily.

“What did you do to me?” Mu Qingcheng finally erupted, shoving Ling Tian away and pulling the covers over her body and head, flustered and unsure what had happened. She furtively checked herself under the blanket and found nothing out of the ordinary.

Even so, the thought that she had spent the night in a man’s arms was mortifying.

“Miss, it wasn’t me who did something to you—it was you who wouldn’t let go of me. You hugged me all night,” Ling Tian said helplessly.

“You… you took advantage of me!” The icy queen of a CEO now looked like a bashful young girl, peeking out with only her adorable little face visible, glaring at Ling Tian as if she might bite him.

While checking herself earlier, Mu Qingcheng had discovered she wasn’t wearing anything at all—

Completely, utterly bare!

Which meant that last night…

He must have seen everything—this shameless scoundrel! Mu Qingcheng seethed inwardly.

Ling Tian rubbed his nose and sighed, “My dear, if I hadn’t carried you to bed, you’d have ended up swollen from soaking in the water all night. Besides, you’re my wife—what’s wrong with me taking a look? Sooner or later, I’ll see it all anyway.”

“Scoundrel! You utter scoundrel!” Mu Qingcheng’s lips pressed into a tight line, her dewy eyes swirling with anger and embarrassment. The thought of being carried naked to bed—even if it was her fiancé—was enough to make her heart race with shame.

“I’ll wait outside. Get dressed first,” Ling Tian said, getting up and leaving the bedroom. He’d stayed in the same position all night, afraid of waking her, and even for a cultivator, his back and waist were sore.

Mu Qingcheng dressed and emerged from the bedroom, her face still tinged with shyness and drowsiness, making her appear even more enchanting.

At that moment, Wang Ling crept up to the door, pressing her ear against it to eavesdrop—only to have Ling Tian open the door to get some air. She tumbled right into the room, crashing into Ling Tian’s solid chest.

“Oh! Well, um… You haven’t had breakfast yet, right? I’ll go arrange it,” Wang Ling stammered, mortified at being caught spying. She tried to laugh it off and escape, but Ling Tian grabbed her arm.

That morning, Wang Ling had just heard at the office that the icy CEO Mu Qingcheng and the company’s legendary Ling Tian had spent the night alone together…

Curiosity piqued, Wang Ling had come to see what she could overhear, leading to the current awkward scene.

“Did Xue Kun and Zhang Ming tell you about my relationship with Qingcheng?” Ling Tian asked.

Wang Ling nodded, sneaking a glance at Mu Qingcheng, who was still tidying her hair. She looked every bit like someone who had just woken up, a languid air lingering on her face. Wang Ling pursed her lips—had these two been up all night?

After arranging her long hair, Mu Qingcheng addressed Wang Ling with a calm expression, “No wild guesses. Go prepare the gifts. Today, Ling Tian and I are going home to visit grandfather.”

“Understood, I’ll take care of it right away.” Wang Ling left the office, muttering to herself, “They’re moving fast—already meeting the family.”