Chapter 4.04 It felt like something from a past life.

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Her ears were burning slightly. She didn't reply, but she had already made up her mind.

When she looked up, the plainclothes bodyguard remained motionless, still blocking her way, with no intention of moving aside. He stared resolutely ahead, completely blocking her path.

There's no way he can escape; there are probably still his men outside the hotel.

She asked curiously, "Hey, what did your boss say to you? If I don't go, will he hit me?"

The bodyguard answered truthfully, "He said he'd tie you up and take you back."

Ye Qingchi chuckled twice, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "I can tell, you made him jealous again. Who was it? People from your film crew in the private room tonight?"

Wen Yining: "Yes, it's for the director's birthday."

"What's wrong? Does your movie have any explicit sex scenes? Is it an art film?"

"No, do you think his personality would allow me to film a sex scene?"

She herself didn't mind; work is work, and life is life.

But there was no room for negotiation.

"That was a kissing scene?"

Ye Qingchi knew his brother to some extent; his possessiveness was stronger than that of most men, which inevitably led to restrictions, control, and loss of freedom.

From a man's perspective, he can understand.

But he didn't want to be controlled by a woman like that, so occasionally, he still felt a little sorry for Wen Yining, who seemed to have gained a lot, but also lost some of her freedom.

Wen Yining leaned against the railing, looking down at the building, where her assistant thoughtfully helped her put on a long coat.

She continued, "There were no kissing scenes. The male lead in the movie was pursuing me, but he misunderstood. Or maybe it wasn't a misunderstanding, he was just in a bad mood."

"Yan Xi deliberately said that I spent the whole night in the RV with the male celebrity."

It is easy to be misunderstood.

But how could he not see that Yan Xi disliked her? He exaggerated the situation considerably.

You have to explain it to him.

“I’m not going to explain to him.”

She wanted him to misunderstand and get angry, but at the same time, she found it troublesome.

Essentially, it wasn't that she was afraid of angering him—he wouldn't actually hit her, at most he'd punish her in bed—but seeing that he was in a bad mood made her feel better.

"Our director also found him several girls with great temperaments and had tens of thousands of photos of girls stored on his phone, so he could choose one."

Ye Qingchi looked at her calm face, a cigarette between his fingers, and remained silent for a few seconds. Then, remembering something, he asked, "By the way, you and Chen Jiabai haven't been in contact since, have you?"

I haven't heard this name in a long time; those past events seem like they happened in a previous life.

For him, it was a taboo subject.

She didn't mention it, no one else would, and no one would want to offend him.

In short, the people around him try their best not to provoke him and are very considerate of his emotions and feelings.

I know what he cares about and what he's bothered by.

Wen Yining: "No, Chen Jiabai and I haven't been in contact for a long time."

"Okay, that's fine then, you can go up now."

Ye Qingchi paused for a moment, then continued, "I think the main problem is that you two started off a bit off, but you're both really good people."

"If it were a normal relationship, there wouldn't be these conflicts. If you weren't Chen Jiabai's girlfriend... never mind, I won't say anything more."

She chuckled, "Someone like him, is he really a good person?"

He has such a terrible personality and he's always threatening her.

"Before I met you, I was actually quite normal."

"Of course, what I mean by normal is that I wouldn't steal someone else's wife, much less ruin their relationship."

Why was she called his wife? Because she and Chen Jiabai were already engaged at that time.

Most of the people around them also tacitly accepted their relationship.

Only he didn't care.

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Without wasting any more effort, Wen Yining obediently followed his bodyguard upstairs.

The bodyguard was very cautious and kept staring at her carefully, as if he was afraid that she would run away at the next second.

Wen Yining said, slightly speechless, "You can go. I'll follow behind you. I'm not going to run away. You don't need to look at me like I'm a prisoner."

The only thing missing is a pair of handcuffs, otherwise he would really look like a criminal.

But the bodyguard ignored her, staring at her silently with a firm attitude: "Miss Wen, go first, I'll go last."

"All right."

She was too lazy to argue, so she simply walked in front of the bodyguards, took the elevator, and even inside the elevator, she had to stand in front.

We went up to the penthouse suite.

This hotel was one of the playthings owned by one of his circle of wealthy young men; its decor was luxurious and exquisite, exuding an air of money.

The corridor was extremely quiet. The heels of my shoes sank into the soft carpet without making a sound, and the sound of my heartbeat became even clearer.

The penthouse suite will always be reserved for him, and no one else will be allowed to stay there.

The assistant didn't come up, so the bodyguard opened a room downstairs for her: "Ningning, you don't need to get up early tomorrow, you can sleep in a little longer."

"Why do I feel like there's something else behind your words?"

If you go to bed late at night, you won't be able to get up in the morning.

The assistant smiled and said, "Take care of yourself."

The assistant knew about their relationship, including the agent,

But the staff are all from his side, poached from other companies. They are highly capable and will work on his side.

It's not bad, but it's not bad either.

But it also often makes her feel that there is no one around her she can truly trust.

Whenever this happens, he would use other people as examples, saying that if she hadn't met him, she might have encountered some unscrupulous bosses and agents who only cared about squeezing every last drop of value out of the star, with black-and-white contracts and exorbitant breach of contract penalties waiting for her.

Yes, no matter how much traffic they have, they still can't escape the control of companies and capital. Too many celebrities can't get their contracts terminated and end up being skinned alive.

You gain some things, and of course you lose others.

The bodyguard only sent her to the door and watched her go in before leaving.

There was no one in the living room, the TV was on, and the bedroom door was open.

The screen was playing a variety show she had participated in. She was a guest and was playing a name tag ripping game. She was very tired that day, and the male guest originally wanted to rip her name tag, but she begged for mercy and didn't. I don't know if this part was included in the video.

She hadn't seen it herself yet, but she glanced at it out of curiosity. It looked quite good on camera, with no blemishes on her face and a good bone structure.

The male guest was very considerate of her. Seeing that she was a newcomer, he wanted to give her more screen time, but he didn't mean anything by it.

His coat and a few summer clothes were on the sofa, which cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. The cleaning lady didn't come often, and he didn't like outsiders frequently entering his private area.

A faint, familiar, and pleasant aroma of fragrance wafted in the air.

There was a sound of running water from the shower in the bedroom.

He was taking a shower in the bathroom.

It's not finished washing yet.

Wen Yining took off his black windbreaker, hung it on the hanger, and changed into a pair of comfortable slippers.

I'm torn between going straight into the bathroom and showering with him, or showering alone in the bathroom of another suite.

She didn't like doing it inside; she couldn't lie down, and it was tiring. It wasn't as relaxing as being in bed.

Kneeling on the floor or in the bathtub can be uncomfortable for your knees. It's okay for a few minutes, but not for long.

But the length of time is not up to her, it depends on his interest in watching.

She sat in the living room for five minutes, watched the variety show on the projected screen, and then pressed the rewind button, wanting to know what he had seen.

He is a very perceptive person. He can tell what other men mean or what their purpose is just by glancing at her or saying a word to another man.

I used to think that girls had a strong sixth sense and could spot clues about their boyfriends and other women from a single photo.

She felt that he now had that ability too.

The variety show was loud and cheerful, and the guests had a lot of jokes to tell. She laughed several times before realizing why she had watched it in the first place.

The male celebrity, who was fairly good-looking, said in a friendly manner, "Ningning, they're all seasoned veterans, don't trust them. Just stick with me this time, I'll protect you."

Another person laughed, "Come on, you're only attracted to her looks. Actually, Wen Yining is the most cunning one. Be careful, he might be the mole..."

He saw this too, so he probably won't mind.

The sound of running water continued unabated in the bedroom.

Continuously entering the ears.

He never turns it off when he washes his hair. It leaves it on all the time, which wastes a lot of water.

"Come in, let's wash together."

The voice is sexy, low and oppressive.

...

She found the remote control, deliberately turned up the volume of the variety show, pretended not to hear it, and slowly ate the sliced ​​pineapple and kiwi on the coffee table, which were a bit sour.

Wen Yining didn't want to go in and take a shower with him, otherwise it would take half an hour to finish.

He seemed to have anticipated her thoughts and continued, "If you don't come over, I'll fuck you all night once we get to bed."

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She hesitated for two seconds, weighed the options, and realized he did indeed have the ability, so she put down her fork and went from the living room to the bedroom.

The bathroom was made of fully transparent glass. He sat in the bathtub, looking lazy and carefree, with his thin arms resting on the edge of the bathtub.

The tap was left running, and hot water slowly overflowed and dripped onto the ground.

His black hair was slightly damp, his muscle lines were smooth and sexy, his veins were clear, and he could see the light blue blood vessels.

Thin, lean muscles, exuding hormones, with a very strong waist.

From the prominent Adam's apple to the collarbone, every part is familiar.

She was familiar with his body; she had seen it many times.

Shen Yueze: "Take off your clothes."

She started to zip up the side of her skirt. Even in winter, she wore very little. It was okay as there was no outdoor shooting because there was heating in the room.

While admiring her undressing, he commented, "This skirt is average, too revealing, it's easy to show off, don't wear it next time."

Ninety percent of the clothes in her wardrobe were bought by him.

He threw away everything Chen Jiabai had given her before.

Wen Yining had no objection to this.

It doesn't matter who buys it, as long as it looks good.

Moreover, he has a good eye for clothes and understands her preferences. Within his acceptable range, he will buy clothes according to her taste.

He continued: "If you must wear it, wear it at home and show it to me."

She glanced at the dress on the ground; it was an off-shoulder style, revealing her shoulders and collarbone, and the length reached her upper thighs—the fabric was rather minimal.

"Compared to my previous clothes, this is considered conservative."

Shen Yueze bluntly said, "That's why I got an erection the moment I saw you."

He had a physical attraction to her, and of course it was not ruled out that she was wearing something very sexy that day, and he happened to be a bit of a legs fan.

She asked curiously, "You do this to many girls?"

No, you're the first one so far.

She didn't quite believe it, but she was too lazy to ask.

What young men like them have the most is beautiful girls.

Even if he is short of money, there will always be girls throwing themselves at him, not to mention that he is 188cm tall and has a handsome face.

She had witnessed firsthand how infatuated outstanding women could be with him.

After taking off the short skirt, I threw it on the ground and it was slowly soaked by the water overflowing from the bathtub.

The hot air was filled with the smell of shower gel and shampoo, which smelled very nice. He started soaking after washing his hair.

At this moment, Wen Yining was only wearing underwear, which was so thin that it barely covered anything.

He looked at her with a nonchalant and calm expression, his gaze direct and naked, slowly moving from her full breasts to her thighs, knees, calves, and finally to her ankles.

"Take off your underwear too."

The tone was not very serious; it sounded like flirting, yet also like a command.

She stood, he sat, and the oppressive feeling remained undiminished.

Wen Yining hesitated for a moment, and her ears gradually became hot. She looked at her body in the mirror. It was fair, sexy, thin, and without any flaws.

Her waist is so thin that you can wrap your arms around it.

Her thighs were slender and shapely, and it seemed that the bite marks he had left last time were still there.

His gaze fell upon her with a tangible force, moving upwards from her ankles until it landed on her there, direct, frank, and undisguised.

They take it seriously and consider it perfectly reasonable.

She glanced down at the set of underwear he had bought; the straps were incredibly thin, like a bikini, and it had a triangle cup design, which would be quite cool in the summer.

The clothes he buys for the outside are fairly normal, but the clothes he wears underneath are increasingly sexy.

She even complained about it.

But he said that only he could see what was inside.

The bathroom lights were all on, but they were so bright that you could see your pores. She was more comfortable in the dim, half-lit light in bed, where she felt more relaxed. So she decided to turn off a few lights.

He said meaningfully, "Why turn off the lights? You can't see anything if you turn them off."

"It's not the first time, you're still excited about it."

She always thought that this kind of rich young master would soon lose interest in her, or rather, would lose interest as much as he did at the beginning.

The expected situation is this: after marriage, after sleeping with her for a period of time, three months, five months, or half a year, I will feel bored, because I have tried all the positions and places.

So now she doesn't play hard to get, worried that he might prefer that approach, so she tries to go along with him and satisfy his needs in bed as much as possible.

She hopes to reap the benefits of marriage, but she doesn't want him to be too possessive of her as a plaything.

Unfortunately, things are not going as she wished.

Shen Yueze was not the kind of second-generation rich kid she had in mind at all.

She threw the clothes she took off onto the table, suppressing the embarrassment of discomfort, but her body did not reject it.

She had experienced this scenario countless times, and she had lost count of how many times she had been completely honest with him—probably at least 20 times. She wondered why he still hadn't had enough.

Although she knew she had a pretty good figure.

Wen Yining entered the bathtub as if she were soaking in a hot spring. Before sitting in his lap, she made a request: "Don't do it in here, it's uncomfortable."

His tone was not serious: "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

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A note from the author:

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Will there be 100 red envelopes in this chapter?

Happy New Year, my darlings! May all your wishes come true!!

I hope I always have a desire to express myself, hahaha.

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That's the kind of guy the male lead is like; you can probably guess the general style later on, right? [Milk tea][Milk tea]

If he were normal, he wouldn't have stolen her away.

Will there be 100 red envelopes in this chapter?