Chapter 79 As long as Shangqiu bamboo

The sound of gasps from the entire audience was clearly audible.

Shangqiu Zhu looked at Yan Shuang and suddenly twirled his racket.

"Watch the game," he whispered, flicking his wrist slightly.

It wasn't a powerful smash, but a precise lob shot that flew through the air and landed steadily at Yan Shuang's most comfortable hitting point.

Yan Shuang was taken aback and instinctively swung her racket.

"Smack!"

The ball flew a beautiful diagonal line and landed steadily in the corner of the opponent's court.

"15-40".

The corners of the bamboo leaves in Shangqiu turned up almost imperceptibly.

With the next shot, he flicked his wrist, hitting a perfectly spin ball that allowed Yan Shuang to showcase the backhand technique she had just practiced diligently.

"30-40".

On the next ball, he deliberately slowed down the pace, giving Yan Shuang a chance to hit her best net volley.

The entire room fell silent; everyone held their breath.

Each of his balls was not a handout, but a carefully designed guide.

Yan Shuang played every ball with fluid grace, and every movement made her look like a professional player.

An eerie silence fell over the entire stadium, followed by bursts of whispers.

"My God! Is President Shang... going easy on us?"

"He did it on purpose! He absolutely did it on purpose!"

"But look at his technique, it doesn't look like he's throwing the game at all!"

For the last ball, Shangqiu Zhu deliberately hit a high lob.

Yan Shuang jumped up and smashed the ball.

"Bang!"

The ball slammed into the penalty area and bounced beautifully, silencing the entire stadium.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening scream erupted.

"40-40!!!"

Yan Shuang stood there, her breathing slightly rapid, her cheeks flushed from the movement.

She looked up at the opposite side, where Shangqiu Zhu stood, her posture languid and composed.

Then, he smiled at her.

All the sharp, hard contours became incredibly soft at this moment.

As the setting sun cast its rays, his gaze was fixed on her, his eyes brimming with an intense, unyielding possessiveness and doting affection.

"They've tied it."

His voice, tinged with a slight smile and still slightly breathless, reached her ears clearly amidst the noise of the stadium.

The gasps, camera shutters, and whispers of the surrounding socialites all faded into the background noise.

-

VIP lounge on the second floor of the club.

Yan Shuang was pushed down onto the leather sofa, completely enveloped by Shang Qiuzhu's shadow.

He casually tossed aside his wristband with one hand, then leaned down and kissed it.

His lips and tongue, burning hot, forcefully pried open her teeth, swallowing all her breath.

Yan Shuang trembled from his kiss and tried to pull away, but he held her tightly, forcing her to tilt her head back and continue to receive the kiss.

Why choose him?

As their lips and tongues intertwined, he bit her lower lip, planting a burning kiss between each word.

Yan Shuang was so dizzy from his kiss that she couldn't speak at all.

But Shangqiu Zhu wouldn't let it go. He moved his lips away from hers, insisting that she answer, "Hmm?"

He then bit her earlobe, his hot breath making her tremble all over.

"Um……"

Yan Shuang finally found a chance to catch her breath, and Shang Qiuzhu's kiss covered her again.

She turned her head in a panic, and the kiss landed on the corner of her lips. The man immediately punished her by biting her lower lip.

He ruthlessly stole her breath until she could no longer breathe, then he pulled back again, pressed his forehead against hers, and stared at her with deep, dark eyes.

"Choose him?"

Faint footsteps came from outside the door, and Yan Shuang tensed up: "Someone's here... um..."

It was interrupted again by a deeper kiss.

Shangqiu Zhu pinched her chin, his tongue sweeping across her sensitive palate. Her legs went weak, and she slid down, only to be caught by his iron-like arms.

"You bastard..." Yan Shuang gasped as she tried to grab his hand, but he grabbed her waist and pressed her even closer.

Yan Shuang was breathless from his kisses, her eyes reddened, and she could only let out soft sobs.

She finally broke down, shaking her head and admitting her mistake with a sob in her voice.

Shangqiu Zhu's eyes suddenly darkened, and her voice became terrifyingly gentle, "Where did I go wrong?"

"No... Ah!" she gasped, "I shouldn't have chosen Mark..."

He held her swollen, red lips in his mouth and asked in a low, husky voice, "So, who should we choose?"

Yan Shuang trembled under the influence of the agarwood fragrance floating in the air, and her wet eyes finally gave in completely: "I choose you... only Shangqiu bamboo..."

The last syllable disappeared into an even more intense kiss.

Shangqiu Zhu loosened the hair tie, and her long black hair spread out on the leather sofa.

Yan Shuang was completely limp in his arms from the kiss, even her fingertips went numb.

-

Yan You stumbled and ran off the court, her face streaked with tears and smudged eyeliner.

Her mind was filled with the cold "get lost" from Shangqiu Zhu.

She was humiliated like this in public by her fiancé!

Yan You ran all the way to the fountain square before stopping, leaning against a tree to catch her breath.

But as I was thinking, I suddenly froze.

etc.

Was Shangqiu Zhu just speaking up for Yan Shuang?

Yan You suddenly sat up straight.

wrong……

"Impossible..." she murmured to herself, "Why would Shangqiu Zhu protect her?"

No, something must be wrong.

"That bitch must have used some tricks!"

Yan You gritted her teeth, wiped away her tears, and rushed back to the club.

As soon as she reached the club's main building, several socialites winked at her knowingly: "Miss Yan, that tennis match was really exciting!"

"I never expected President Shang to have such a gentle side..."

Yan You frowned.

Gentle? Putting that word together with Shangqiu bamboo is simply absurd.

"What are you talking about?" she asked in a cold voice.

The socialites exchanged glances, and one of the heiresses opened her phone screen and handed over the video she had just recorded.

In the picture, the setting sun bathes the entire stadium in gold.

Shangqiu Zhu stood in front of the net, his sportswear soaked with sweat, outlining his strong waistline.

He looked down at Yan Shuang, a gentle smile playing on his lips that she had never seen before.

What's most jarring is his gaze.

Those perpetually cold, dark eyes held an unyielding depth of affection, so focused that it seemed the whole world consisted only of the girl before him.

"We were all stunned. We never expected it to turn into a training match," the young lady next to her whispered. "President Shang calculated every ball perfectly so that you could receive it beautifully."

“That final winning shot was even more amazing,” another girl interjected, “Absolutely incredible…”

Yan You slammed the phone back into the other person's hand, her face turning deathly pale instantly.

She rushed up the stairs and bumped into Du Yunchuan, who had just changed his clothes.

Yan You grabbed his shirt collar, "Where is Qiu Zhu?!"

Du Yunchuan raised an eyebrow, "Sister You, Qiu Zhu is in lounge number 3, but he might not be in a good position right now..."

Yan You pushed him away and rushed to the door of lounge number 3.

Her breath hitched, her gaze fixed on the warm yellow light shining through the crack in the door.

With a buzzing in her ears, she inexplicably moved closer to the glass window on the door.

Then, she saw a scene that made her blood freeze.

Her fiancé was pinning her sister against the sofa, kissing her passionately.

His tall figure almost completely enveloped Yan Shuang, and between his brows was an infatuation and possessiveness that Yan You had never seen before.

Yan You trembled all over.

Right at this moment.

Shangqiu Zhu suddenly raised her head, her sharp gaze fixed on the doorway.

His shirt collar was ripped and disheveled, and he exuded an aggressive aura of lingering lust.

But the tenderness in those eyes vanished in an instant, leaving only a chilling coldness.

Yan You was struck dumb, and staggered back two steps.