Chapter 44: Walls Have Ears, Lin Wan Joins the Fray
The air in the rear cabin was eerily quiet.
Su Qingge maintained her posture of reviewing documents, but ever since Chen Man left and returned to lock the door, the page in her hand hadn't turned once.
Lin Wan was tidying up the fruit peels on the table, moving very slowly, every action appearing cautious, as if afraid of making the slightest sound.
"Is... is she not feeling well?" Lin Wan tossed the orange peel into the trash can, her voice very low, yet her eyes involuntarily drifted toward the tightly closed partition door.
"Probably so." Su Qingge took off her glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "People who get carsick need quiet."
But this was too quiet.
Aside from the sound of wind and snow battering the vehicle body, no sounds of vomiting or discomfort came from the driver's cabin up front.
Instead, as time wore on, a subtle yet piercing sound began to permeate the space.
It was the sound of leather rubbing, heavy breathing, and an occasional low moan that sounded like both pain and pleasure.
Su Qingge's fingers froze mid-air.
Lin Wan's face turned redder than a piece of red cloth.
These suppressed noises were even more explicit and anxiety-inducing than what she had heard in the hotel bathroom that other day.
"This... this is too..." Lin Wan bit her lip, twisting the edge of her apron with both hands, her panicked gaze having nowhere to settle. "Manman, she..."
"Don't mind it." Su Qingge put her glasses back on, attempting to mask her discomfort with indifference. "This is her private matter."
But could she really ignore it?
Although the heavy truck had a top-tier suspension system, in this stationary state, as the activity up front intensified, the entire vehicle body began to exhibit an extremely slight yet rhythmic shaking.
It was like a small boat moored in a harbor, rising and falling with the waves.
Su Qingge felt the aviation seat she was sitting on becoming somewhat hot.
She thought of Jiang Chen.
Right now, that man was occupied by another woman.
An indescribable sourness fermented in her chest.
It wasn't anger, but a sense of loss.
Like someone had gotten their hands on her most precious possession first.
"CEO Su..." Lin Wan suddenly stood up, her voice trembling slightly. "I'll... I'll go get a bottle of water from up front."
That was a clumsy excuse.
The refrigerator in the rear cabin was clearly stuffed with Evian water.
But Su Qingge didn't expose her.
She looked at Lin Wan's flushed face and suddenly understood something: in this vortex named 'Jiang Chen,' no one could remain unscathed.
Lin Wan walked to the partition door, raised her hand, but then stopped midway.
Just then, the sound from behind the door abruptly changed pitch.
"Jiang Chen... I can't take it anymore..." Chen Man's voice carried a trace of crying, yet it was infused with extreme pleasure. "Don't... don't stop..."
That sentence was like a fire, instantly igniting the long-suppressed kindling in Lin Wan's heart, making her want to complete what she hadn't managed last time.
For five years, she had been like stagnant water, never experiencing this kind of sensation.
As if driven by a ghost, Lin Wan's hand gripped the doorknob.
The door wasn't locked tight.
Or rather, Chen Man had only briefly closed it a moment ago.
"Creeeeak—"
The door opened a crack.
The heat wave from the driver's cabin, mixed with that distinct musk scent, rushed toward her.
Using the dashboard's blue light as illumination, Lin Wan saw a scene that made her blood surge.
In the narrow driver's seat, two bodies were intertwined.
Chen Man's long hair was disheveled, and her fair back was covered in sweat beads that slid down with their movements.
Jiang Chen leaned back in the seat, his eyes shining astonishingly in the darkness.
That single glance completely shattered Lin Wan's reason.
She felt her legs weaken, almost unable to stand.
Jiang Chen seemed to sense something, slightly turning his head. His gaze swept over Chen Man's shoulder and accurately locked onto Lin Wan at the doorway.
He didn't show even a trace of panic.
"Sister Wan." Jiang Chen's voice was hoarse, carrying a strange magnetism. "The water is in the fridge, get it yourself."
Lin Wan's breathing became rapid.
She looked at Jiang Chen, then at Chen Man, who was immersed in the afterglow and hadn't noticed anything.
The suppressed yearning, the warmth of being cared for, and her deep attachment to this man converged into a massive flood at this moment, breaking down the dam named 'Dignity.'
"I... I don't want water." Lin Wan said softly.
She untied the strings of her apron, letting the house dress slip onto the carpet.
Underneath was a light pink silk nightgown, outlining her full and mature figure.
Barefoot, she walked step by step into the driver's cabin filled with heat and desire.
Chen Man finally opened her eyes groggily, sensing the movement behind her.
She turned her head, saw Lin Wan walking in, was startled at first, then a lazy smile curved her lips.
"Sister Wan... you couldn't hold back either?" Chen Man didn't get up. "That's right... good things like this shouldn't be eaten alone."
She reached out and grabbed Lin Wan's wrist, pulling slightly.
Lin Wan stumbled and sat down.
Jiang Chen caught Lin Wan.
"Are you cold?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Hot..." Lin Wan buried her face in the hollow of Jiang Chen's neck, greedily inhaling his scent. "Xiao Jiang, I..."
It was a passion entirely different from Chen Man's intensity.
Lin Wan was like a gentle stream of water.
The temperature in the driver's cabin climbed again.
Su Qingge remained seated on the leather aviation seat; the document in her hand hadn't been turned for a long time.
Deep creases were pinched into the edges of the paper by her fingers.
Although the door connecting to the driver's cabin was closed, the ear-splitting sounds seemed to deliberately seep through the gap, one sliver at a time, into her ears.
It wasn't just Chen Man.
Now Lin Wan had joined.
The usually gentle and virtuous Lin Wan, who dared not even speak loudly, was now emitting sounds like a bursting flood, carrying the release of long-suppressed emotions.
Those sounds were full of attachment to that man, even more unrestrained than Chen Man's.
Su Qingge felt a chill.
The vehicle's climate control clearly displayed twenty-four degrees, but she felt her fingertips were ice-cold.
She looked up at the empty rear cabin.
The space that originally belonged to the three of them now only had her, alone.
"They are all up front..." Su Qingge murmured to herself.
An unprecedented feeling of abandonment surged into her heart.
This felt worse than the company going bankrupt or creditors showing up.
It was the feeling of the whole world celebrating while she alone was locked outside, guarding her so-called aloofness and dignity, slowly rotting away.
If it were before, she would not only have disdained it but also felt disgust.
But now, that man was Jiang Chen.
The Jiang Chen who had just paid off her tens of millions in debt for her, pulling her back from the brink of a cliff.
And also the Jiang Chen who took her virginity in bed the day before yesterday.
"Su Qingge, what are you still pretending for?" she asked herself internally.
A certain switch inside her body seemed to have been completely thrown by the sounds coming from up front.
She stood up.
Her high heels made dull thuds on the wool carpet.
She walked step by step to the door.
Her palm rested on the door panel, able to feel the temperature radiating from the other side. It was the heart of this steel behemoth, and also the heat emitted by that man.
"Creeeeak—"
The door was pushed open.