Chapter 158: Who Looks Better, Me or Jin Yan Ting
Lian Li blinked her eyelashes and said slowly, “Get a physical first.”
“What is it?” Jin Shi Yue lowered his eyes, his gaze on her face carrying an unclear meaning. “Afraid I’m sick?”
Lian Li said, “Who knows what you’ve been doing for the past month, if you’ve caught anything.”
Jin Shi Yue almost laughed, his large hand caressing her delicate, slender neck. He narrowed his eyes. “You don’t want to live, Li Li?”
Lian Li wasn’t afraid of him. “Then just strangle me.”
Jin Shi Yue didn’t get angry; instead, he smiled, calmly saying, “I won’t strangle you. I just want to have you.”
Lian Li’s heart skipped a beat, and her face instantly flushed to her ears.
Who talks like that so casually?
Second Young Master Jin had returned to his roguish demeanor, desire coloring his exceptional features, exuding a natural sexiness.
Lian Li, overwhelmed by shame and desire, wanted to kick him, but he used his long legs to push her knees apart and firmly pinned her down.
The man’s long fingers continued their mischief, exploring every way to bring her pleasure.
His finger bones were slender and strong, his fingertips calloused.
Lian Li’s breathing became chaotic, her long, dark eyelashes trembling against her cheeks.
Jin Shi Yue’s other hand, his palm tracing the curve of her waist to her back, made her skin tremble.
“Save it.”
Save what?
Lost in the haze of passion, Lian Li heard his deep voice, the click of a lock, the sound of foil tearing.
In an instant, her skirt was lifted, pooling around her waist like blooming purple roses.
It was like the purple roses he had given her on their first date in Shanghai.
Bright and brilliant, blooming dazzlingly.
Jin Shi Yue didn’t even have the patience for pleasantries. He opened the window, his large hand gripping her waist, and entered her heart.
The manor in the Capital Suburbs, devoid of the city center’s hustle and bustle, was filled with tranquility and depth. Outside, a fine rain drizzled, pattering against the glass windows, forming irregular water streaks.
The rain was kept outside, unable to disturb the intimacy within.
He was a bit rough.
Lian Li dug her nails into Jin Shi Yue’s strong arm, letting out a muffled groan, and called out to him indistinctly, “Jin Shi Yue.”
The room was dimly lit. Their eyes met. The man’s breathing was heavy, his sharp, dark eyes veiled with a mist she couldn’t penetrate.
Sharp, indifferent, restrained. And no longer able to restrain himself…
His strong arm hooked under her tender white leg, her expensive high heels dangling from her toes, precariously swaying in mid-air. With a fierce motion, they fell to the floor with a clatter.
Lian Li was like a lone boat on the sea, tossed by fierce winds and waves, then drifting down, repeating the cycle.
Jin Shi Yue cupped the back of her head and kissed her fiercely.
“From now on, buy all your dresses for me.”
He minded that the dress she was wearing now was bought by Jin Yan Ting.
Lian Li couldn’t help but smile, her pupils sparkling like a sky full of stars.
Their intertwined figures were reflected on the wall. The formal dress concealed an incredibly intimate scene, like a couple in love embracing.
Jin Shi Yue lifted the hem of her dress, glanced down, his eyes deepening.
Lian Li felt overwhelmed with shame and quickly pulled the dress from his hand, straightening it.
Seeing this, Jin Shi Yue let out a low, deep chuckle. “Say something nice to me.”
“Wh-what nice thing?” Lian Li’s breath was like orchid fragrance as she spoke brokenly, trying to form a complete sentence.
“Who am I?” The man’s panting breath was in her ear, coaxing her softly. “Good girl, say my name.”
A string was taut in Lian Li’s mind. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her face buried in his neck. She bit her lip, letting out a muffled hum.
She didn’t want to say his name.
The man became even more forceful.
The fierce way he was treating her was too much for Lian Li to handle. She finally let out an angry cry, “Jin Shi Yue!”
“Why are you calling for your boyfriend?” His hoarse voice drawled lazily, with an obvious hint of playful indulgence.
Lian Li’s eyes reddened slightly. She pinched his shoulder, his arm.
But this only stirred his latent ferocity, making him more and more savage.
It had been a long time.
He seemed even more fervent.
Compared to the lounge, the banquet hall was a different kind of lively.
…
Inside the banquet hall.
There were so many business magnates toasting and offering tea to Jin Yan Ting, but his status and aura were such that no one dared to be presumptuous or cling to him.
Several senior elders came to greet him. Jin Yan Ting remained unmoving, his demeanor noble and solemn, his etiquette impeccable.
Duan Shiqing, holding a glass of wine not far away, looked in Jin Yan Ting’s direction, her brows furrowed tightly, then relaxed moments later.
Since returning to the country, although Jin Yan Ting hadn’t actively asked her out, he had helped her with every matter. He had also raised no objections to her hosting dinners or visiting the group’s headquarters.
He tacitly allowed her transgressions.
During the New York summit, he had stayed at the same hotel as her and even let her into his room. Although they hadn’t engaged in any intimate acts, hadn’t he allowed her to cross the line?
The obstacles preventing them from being together had been removed.
Duan Shiqing believed that the probability of her reconciling with Jin Yan Ting was at least ninety percent, if not a hundred.
She vividly remembered the day Jin Yan Ting opened the door and saw someone, his momentary panic unprecedented.
Could that person have been Lian Li?
Chen Wei Qi had said Lian Li liked Jin Yan Ting. Duan Shiqing had dismissed it as a young girl’s crush. If that wasn’t the case… Aunt Jin hadn’t mentioned Lian Li to her. Did the Jin family know about Jin Yan Ting and Lian Li’s relationship?
Duan Shiqing felt a pang of unwillingness, but she didn’t believe Jin Yan Ting and Lian Li would end up together. How could a noble young master raised in a prominent family marry the daughter of a driver?
A joke.
Her gaze followed Jin Yan Ting as he walked, and she saw a waiter in a waistcoat and suit approaching Jin Yan Ting.
“Mr. Jin.”
Jin Yan Ting sat on a single sofa, his long legs crossed. The cigar in his fingers glowed with a dim red ember. He looked up, his tone calm and unruffled. “Where is Miss Lian?”
Everyone in the banquet hall knew Miss Lian had come with Mr. Jin.
The waiter remembered the Second Young Master Jin’s instructions from a while ago and cleverly replied, “Miss Lian is feeling unwell and has gone to the lounge to rest. She’ll be back shortly.”
Jin Yan Ting’s finger, flicking ash from his cigar, paused slightly. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. “What’s wrong?”
“Her stomach hurts,” the waiter said respectfully. “The necessary medicine and items have already been sent up.”
A girl with a stomachache, likely on her physiological period.
Jin Yan Ting stood up, picked up the suit jacket from the back of the sofa, and draped it over his arm. His steps appeared unhurried, but he was slightly faster than usual.
Girls were easily embarrassed. He refused the company of those following him. Those with discerning eyes asked if he wanted a doctor called.
Jin Yan Ting didn’t respond. His expression was indifferent and calm as he strode towards the lounge.
In the spacious lounge, wisps of thin mist continuously overflowed from the incense burner, swirling and diffusing into every corner of the room.
And in the confined space, another scent covered the sandalwood.
The Eldest Young Master was crazy and wild.
Lian Li felt she might be a little crazy too.
She was actually with him here…
As Lian Li began to slide down, Jin Shi Yue cupped her hips and lifted her, pressing her against the door.
His forehead touched hers. He lowered his head to kiss the tears at the corners of her eyes.
The expensive fabric of his shirt was wrinkled from her grip.
“Call out softly sometimes, then call out louder other times,” Jin Shi Yue’s voice was deep and hoarse, with a hidden hint of a wicked smile. “Why are you so difficult to please, girl?”
Second Young Master Jin was unrestrainedly debauched.
Lian Li’s cheeks were flushed. Shame made her lift her head and bite his mouth, preventing him from speaking.
Jin Shi Yue enjoyed her gentle kiss for a moment before forcefully taking her lips.
Amidst their surging and passionate kiss, he suddenly asked, “Am I more handsome, or is Jin Yan Ting more handsome?”
Lian Li’s lips were kissed to a vibrant red. She said hoarsely, “Can’t they both be handsome?” The two of them looked alike, their genes extremely similar, yet their temperaments were worlds apart.
Jin Shi Yue said no, insisting she give an answer. “Who is more handsome.”
The feeling of arousal was too intense. Lian Li’s breath hitched. Just as she was about to answer.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
