The Male Lead’s Villainess Stepmother Chapter 175

Title: The Male Lead’s Villainess Stepmother

Translator: Fringe Alpaca

Chapter 175 – Well… mostly worry about my own [lack of] self-control (1)

As Yan Shuyu kept telling him it “wasn’t a good time”, Zhou Qinhe was only able to walk her to the outside of her apartment. Never mind about going inside for a cup of tea, when he reached her front door, Yan Shuyu was so nervous that she didn’t even want to unlock her door. She didn’t want to provide him with an opportunity to go inside. 

Gripping her keys in her hand without opening the door, Yan Shuyu stubbornly bid the boss farewell. “Okay, I am home. You should go too. It’s getting late.”

“Okay, after I see you get inside,” said Zhou Qinhe gently. 

That wouldn’t work, what if he suddenly decided that he would like to go inside for a few minutes after she had unlocked the door? And he’d show his true colors once he got inside and insisted on spending his night there. What would she do? There’s a little kiddo inside her house; it’s not ideal for a romantic relationship!

Yan Shuyu suddenly had a stroke of genius. She shamelessly blinked her eyes at him like Bambi and said, “Nooo, Yanyan wants to see you get inside of the elevator first.”

Zhou Qinhe, “……”

“Yanyan?”

Yan Shuyu’s face turned red. Shoot. That failed. What kind of man would that not work on?

Seeing how she’d go to that extent. Zhou Qinhe felt resigned. Exactly how did she see him? He finally couldn’t help but ask, “Exactly what are you so afraid of?”

“I worry about your [lack of] self-restraint…” Yan Shuyu, who was still feeling ashamed of herself, blurted out suddenly.

“Huh?” Zhou Qinhe raised his brows. His look was difficult to interpret and his actions were charged with pressure as he took a step forward. He was almost all the way up against her. Just when he was about to lean closer to say something, he was interrupted by Yan Shuyu’s sudden confession. 

Leaning weakly against her front door, she suddenly made a correction to what she had just said, “Well… mostly worry about my own [lack of] self-control.”

“……” Anything that Zhou Qinhe was about to say was now lodged at his throat. He suddenly felt that perhaps there was no rush to reassure her. He’d just let her keep going on and on. Everyday just might be a fun day going forward. 

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Zhou Qinhe didn’t say a word. He only leaned down, lowered his head, and looked at her quietly. 

They were already fairly close to each other and Yan Shuyu was backed up tightly against her front door. There was a shadow over her head and her entire body was trapped within this small confined space. There was a name for this stance, it’s called “Door Dong”. 

Some of these actions that were seemingly romantic in novels or soap operas were not quite so romantic when applied in real life. Take “Wall Dong” for example, Yan Shuyu had tried that in her previous life after she had watched it in some Korean drama and never thought much of it. But now, being trapped between the boss and her door, the boss seemed to have become her entire world. And she, only lifting up her head and looking at his delicate chin, suddenly felt that her mouth was dry and her heart was beating a million times a minute. 

Her heart was pounding faster and faster, especially when she realized that both the boss’s elegant chin with its perfect arch and his elegant and sexy Adam’s apple were within arm’s reach. Yan Shuyu suddenly couldn’t help but lick her lips. She felt that she had just jinxed herself, and she was about to lose all of her self-control.

Zhou Qinhe seemed to have seen right through her. After remaining silent for a little while, he suddenly started to talk. He said, in an agreeable tone, “I think you are right It’s best that I don’t go inside.”

Yan Shuyu, “……”

What did he mean by that? Was her place like a lion’s den or something?

Right when she was about to defend herself, Zhou Qinhe added casually, “After all, you do have past history that supports that.”

Yan Shuyu felt a stab to her heart.