[Warning: You reap what you sow. Yun Qian Meng's time to show off has come! Beware... it will get steamy!]

"Yes, I think you should call her in. Bai Ye Qing almost hit her in front of a bunch of people. I am sure she wouldn't tell the police because the girl respects me." He sighed.

"Bodily harm…" the officer trailed off. "It seems we will need to call her too." He seemed reluctant but he had no other option.

"You can call her over the phone. She has been installed as my legal guardian in case of my demise or during a medical emergency," he said quietly.

The officer could only nod. What a complicated life these rich lived. They couldn't even trust their own family to be safe and take the decision in the person's best interest. They had to find someone from outside to do it.

"Do you have her number?" he asked.

"I do," he said.

The call was made and the officer returned after a while. "Miss Yun has asked for people with uniformed police to go to her house. She has sent us the address as well. Thank you for your time. Please stay behind, we will need your assistance."

The officer came out of the room and clutched his hair.

"Boss, is it bad?" the other asked.

"It's rich people's business. Don't leak even a word. The viral incident about billionaires? It has come to some pretty serious criminal consequences," the officer sighed.

The younger officer looked on in horror. "Boss, do we need to speak to the higher-ups?"

The officer shook his head. "It was the higher-ups pushing in favor of a conviction being made. We need to solve this cleanly or our necks will be on the line!" the officer exclaimed.

- - - - -

An hour earlier. Mo Qingchen's House.

Yun Qian Meng awoke a lot earlier than usual. The heat of Mo Qingchen's body was making her sweat. She looked over and saw him groaning as she extricated herself from his grip. He had gone to sleep a lot later than her and it was still their day off.

She looked down at him sprawled on the bed and thought back to last morning. She had woken up to the best sensation in the world. Last night, she had given him a taste of blue balls, but now… she had to repay his kindness in the morning.

It was only fair.

She considered brushing her teeth before she began but realized belatedly that it was of no use. If it went according to plan, she would need to brush her teeth afterward… again.

Better be efficient.

She looked down at herself. She just needed to shimmy off the trousers and she would be in perfect attire. She looked at her wild hair in the mirror and after thinking it satisfactory, made her way over to Mo Qingchen.

She crawled onto the bed and straddled him. In her panties and top, she squirmed on his member through his slacks. It was early in the morning and his wood was prominent. It throbbed at the heat of her body.

She could hear Mo Qingchen's soft breathing in the room and it grew heavier.

As she ground against his member, she took a hold of his wrists and guided them up and placed them over his head. He groaned in half-sleep and looked up at her through bleary eyes.

A lazy smile spread across his face and Qian Meng knew he thought this was a dream.

"Rise and shine, hubby!" she exclaimed. Even though her voice was low, it was full of coquetry.

He slowly awakened and then he was staring at her.

"Qian Meng?" he asked dubiously, his voice still thick with sleep.

She ground against him with intent and the resulting groan was evidence that she was a master at what she was doing. "Who else?" she asked.

Mo Qingchen looked down at where she was seated. The sight of her spread thighs rubbing over him made him think he was going to cum. He couldn't look away.

"Mind letting my hands go?" he asked after he gulped down his saliva. His throat was too dry.

She obliged but guided his hand to where she wanted it. His palms crawled under her top and he shuddered when there were filled with the soft flesh of her breasts. He gave another low groan as her rock-hard nipples scraped across her palm.

He squeezed and molded the flesh, teasing her nipples with his thumbs and fingers. Qian Meng let out a soft gasp and her body shuddered as he worked her breast.

Qian Meng had to shake herself out. This was about making him feel good. How did she get into it so much? She knew he liked her breasts immensely, but she was supposed to help.

Her eyes stared back at him and all he could do was wait for her next move.

She rose off his thigh and bent forward, her face only inches from his. He felt the warm air caress his lips. Mo Qingchen ached to just lean forward and kiss her.

Mo Qingchen felt her hand at his waist. Like a professional, she neatly moved him to rid him of it. Mo Qingchen knew that his cock was now prominent through his boxers but he couldn't look away from her eyes.

She slowly began sinking down and his brain stopped working. There was no way to describe the lust crashing through him.

Her lips moved and she said a word that he couldn't decipher. And then liquid heat descended on his clothed cock. Mo Qingchen heard a long and deep groan and belatedly realized that it was him.

It was matched by a sift sigh as Qian Meng adjusted herself on his lap. The whole move took a few seconds, but everything seemed to be in slow motion. Mo Qingchen felt every sensation deep in his bones.

She pulled off her shirt and descended, her hard nipples brushed against his t-shirt. She began gently rocking to some unheard music and his cock throbbed as the heat permeated through him.