Chapter 17 Chapter 17 I just like to take a man’s first...

Xin Tong was stunned for three seconds.

Then, his eyebrows curved and he laughed unconsciously.

The night was deep and dark all around. Wucheng was bustling, but in the late hours of the night, scattered figures could still be seen on the streets, swaying in the faint, cold moonlight.

The night wind blew past, blowing her long black hair on the side of her face.

She sat on the cold, hard ground, leaned back slightly, tilted her head, and smiled, meeting the gaze of the man in the car.

As if she was left speechless by her smug look, she seemed to hear Jiang Chongyan sigh.

"What's wrong, Miss?"

"I can't walk."

She spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, her voice a little hoarse and a little coquettish.

She twisted her neck to the left, leaving him with only a proud profile. Her eyes darted around, staring at the stars in the sky, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up.

The two of them remained in a stalemate for a while.

Finally, Jiang Chongyan opened the car door and got out.

The young man was tall and big, standing in front of her like a wall. Xin Tong almost had to tilt her neck vertically 90 degrees to look at him.

She felt too tired to look, so she simply stopped looking and looked straight at him, at the perfect height to his waist and abdomen.

She stretched out her bare feet towards him in a very coquettish manner.

"Put my shoes on."

Jiang Chongyan's face turned dark in an instant.

He sneered, "You're the first one who dares to speak to me like that."

Jiang Chongyan was a classic bone-set handsome man, with sharp features, distinct lines, and a dark complexion. He looked menacing when he wasn't smiling. With his blond hair, aloof demeanor, and typically cool, hip-hop style, he could easily scare a child to tears just walking down the street in the middle of the night.

He is the only heir of the Jiang family at home and the world champion of street dance outside. He is respected wherever he goes. He has the temper of a young master, and is unrestrained and cool. No one ever dares to provoke him.

——But, Xin Tong happened to have never been afraid of anything in her life.

She looked directly into the man's dark gaze without fear and gave him an ambiguous smile.

"I just love taking a man's virginity."

“…”

The eldest young master's face became even uglier.

In the dim night, Xin Tong couldn't make out his expression. She only felt as if he had been choking for a long time before he squatted down, holding his breath.

His hands were large, with a thin layer of calluses on his palms. When he touched the skin of Xin Tong's ankles, it felt rough and had a hard, friction-filled feel.

Unlike Xin Tong's cold hands and feet, the body temperature of an adult male is extremely high, and the palms of his hands are filled with constant warmth coming from where the skin touches.

Like his name.

Burning like a flame.

He lowered his head, saying nothing. His golden hair barely covered his eyebrows and eyes, making it difficult to discern his expression. All that could be seen was his high nose and tightly pursed lips.

Even after putting on both shoes, he still squatted on one knee, motionless.

Finally, he lowered his head and suddenly said,

"Do you really like playing this kind of joke on men?"

Xin Tong was surprised.

She raised her head and looked straight into his eyes.

On a dark night in early autumn in Wucheng, the chirping of insects could be heard faintly from the dark grass by the roadside, and a waning moon shone faintly in the sky.

The young boy's eyes were dark and bright, with clear black and white, and he just stared at her face.

These are a pair of extremely beautiful eyes.

The rest of the man's features are sharp, with strong lines and bones, a narrow and thin face, and tight skin and flesh.

But only these eyes.

He has obvious bags under his eyes, bright eyes, thick eyelashes, and a slight droop at the end of his eyes. This weakens his aggressiveness and adds a lot of refreshing and bright youthfulness to him.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds.

Jiang Chongyan's tone suddenly turned cold.

"I'm not one of those male models you can just flirt with."

Stiff silence, cold tone.

Xin Tong's heart skipped a beat.

...He was angry.

He's right. He's not one of those male models.

He is the only heir of the famous Jiang family, a cold and sharp-tongued child of destiny, and the top resource that the second-generation circle of Wucheng is trying their best to find out and get to know.

——He was also the person that Xin Tong tried her best to curry favor with in order to get help from the Jiang family.

Xin Tong's breath was choked and her heart sank instantly.

It's over, I've made things worse.

It’s all because of this lousy mouth!

I was so used to flirting with the handsome guy that I forgot who the person in front of me was!

Xin Tong felt so much regret that she wanted to slap herself twice.

The previous offense against him has not yet been resolved, and now there is a new rift.

An awkward silence filled the air.

Xin Tong looked at him, her mouth slightly open, and was about to speak to ease the atmosphere.

There was a flash before my eyes, and I suddenly caught a glimpse of something.

Under the faint yellow light of the street lamp above my head,

The man's profile was cold and hard, with a smooth and sharp jawline and golden hair covering his ears.

The earlobes and surrounding skin were all tinged with a faint red.

!

She squinted her eyes and looked again carefully to make sure she was not mistaken.

Xin Tong is stupid and useless, but he has one very powerful point.

During the countless nights of drunkenness and indulgence in drinking, she was able to sensitively perceive the emotional changes of the people around her.

She knows how to flirt, has an unconventional mindset, and is generous with her money. She can order seven or eight male models at a time without neglecting any of them. It is precisely because of this that she is an extremely popular guest in the club.

She blinked and stared at the reddened tips of the man's ears for a few seconds.

Suddenly, I realized that tonight I seemed to have witnessed a side of this sharp and rebellious Young Master Jiang that he rarely showed to others.

Thinking of this, some hidden impulse in my heart suddenly burst out.

She suddenly wanted to test where the young master's bottom line was.

Xin Tong suddenly smiled and said,

"But your pecs are bigger than a male model's."

As soon as she said this, she saw the man in front of her suddenly freeze.

Then he raised his head in disbelief, his chest began to heave violently, and his face looked extremely ugly.

The intense feeling of being offended almost made his whole face flush red. He stared at her with a dark and horrible look in his eyes.

Xin Tong was originally waiting with a playful smile to see how the young master would react when faced with the teasing of such a shameless woman.

But the next second, she saw the man in front of her suddenly reach out, grab the woolen shawl around her shoulders and neck, and mercilessly lift it up, covering her entire head.

Xin Tong's eyes suddenly became dark.

The whole person looks like a stupid and funny big-headed doll.

"Hey! You..."

The feeling of being unable to see made her panic. She frantically tried to pull the shawl off her face, but the next second both of her wrists were grabbed by a strong force.

Then she suddenly felt weightless, and her whole body was suddenly suspended in the air. The man directly lifted her up by the waist.

“Ahhhhhh!——”

He is already 188 cm tall, and now he carries Xin Tong to a height of nearly two meters.

It was pitch black in front of her eyes and she couldn't see anything. The fear of the unknown, coupled with the fear of heights and the feeling of weightlessness from hanging upside down, made her dizzy and her face pale.

But at this moment, the person under her seemed not to think it was enough, and the hand that was originally holding her thigh actually loosened!

At this moment, her only support was gone, and she was hanging upside down in the darkness, suddenly falling straight down. She screamed and frantically grabbed the clothes of the man under her. Just before she thought she was going to fall headfirst to the ground, he suddenly grabbed her thigh and she hung on him with lingering fear.

After tossing and turning like this several times, Xin Tong was so frightened that tears came out. Her soft lower abdomen pressed against the man's hard and broad shoulders, which was extremely uncomfortable. She could only cry loudly and struggle in panic like a caterpillar.

"I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Tears flowed back into her hair and she cried out in embarrassment and shame.

"What's wrong?" The man's voice was cold and unmoved.

"Don't, don't be angry..." She sobbed and couldn't speak clearly, making a series of meaningless whimpers and cries, "If you don't like it, I won't say it again..."

"Say it again."

So she obediently said again, "Your chest muscles are very small, not as big as a male model's, wuwuwu."

“…”

"wrong."

"The male model's pecs are bigger than yours."

"……wrong!"

What else is wrong? You are older than him. Isn't the antonym of you younger than him? Isn't it just that he is older than you?

Xin Tong was hung upside down, her face was bloodshot, she was sobbing and completely unable to think.

She suddenly wondered why this scene and conversation seemed so familiar.

The feeling of being forced made her feel ashamed. She gritted her teeth and finally figured out where the sense of familiarity came from.

——Isn’t this exactly the same as that ridiculous dream!

This extremely stingy man!

No longer caring about the family property plan or the important matter of pleasing the Jiang family, Xin Tong was filled with anger at this moment. She turned her head and wiped all her tears on the man's broad back, shouting:

"Jiang Chongyan, I hate you!"

The next second, the shawl was pulled off her face.

The light finally returned, she gasped for breath, looked down, and discovered:

It turned out that she didn't fall very far. Most of her imagination of free fall came from the panic of the unknown weightlessness after being blindfolded.

The man under her held her thigh with one hand and held her waist with the other hand in the air. It was a completely protective posture, so she would never fall.

The crying stopped.

Then a wave of anger at being tricked surged in my heart.

Before she could say anything, she was thrown into the passenger seat of the car, feeling dizzy.

"If you compare me to a male model again, I'll throw you in the river."

The voice was cold and fierce.

With a bang, the car door was closed.

The man opened the driver's door without saying a word and got in, feeling depressed.

The car sped away into the darkness.

*

Wucheng central urban area.

It was ten o'clock in the morning. He Chuan and Xin Wenqing had already left for the group headquarters, and the entire villa was silent.

He Tianqi walked out of the room and stood in front of the coffee machine.

A slight roar came from the machine, and the air slowly began to be filled with the bitter and burnt smell of coffee beans.

He had come back from his morning run, taken a shower, and finished a class.

Foreign languages, mathematics, statistics, business analysis, business management... various courses occupy all his time every day.

Living in such a luxurious garden villa in the main urban area of ​​Wucheng, studying elite courses, receiving elite education, learning to receive people who come to visit him in an endless stream to curry favor with him with dignity, and calmly accepting everyone's respectful title of "Young Master" for him.

This is his daily routine.

The day when He Tianqi's life trajectory changed drastically happened to be his second birthday.

At that time his name was not He Tianqi, his name was Lele.

He was led by the director of the welfare home, holding his hand, to a couple.

The couple were wearing beautiful clothes and driving a nice car, and they were followed by some fierce-looking men with muscles bigger than their heads, who respectfully helped them carry their bags.

“Like…really like!”

His uncle stared at him with a dazed look in his eyes.

But the aunt who looked unwell and a little haggard burst into tears after hearing his birthday.

“Even my birthday is close to the baby’s due date!”

"Hubby, it's him! It's him!"

Lele was held in her aunt's arms.

He smelled the scent of his aunt. It was a floral scent, mixed with a hint of bitter medicine, like the scent of a pale, lifeless flower.

He felt uncomfortable because he was hugged too tightly.

Lele turned around with difficulty, only to see that the director of the welfare home was almost bent to the ground. She had never seen him smile so much.

He is a perfect kid.

Young, smart, healthy, and an orphan.

His facial features resembled that uncle, and his birthday was close to the due date of their unborn child who had been aborted. His birth date and time were calculated to be extremely compatible with the couple, indicating a prosperous life with a smooth and abundant life.

—And most importantly, he's a boy.

Lele just followed this strange couple.

The men took his schoolbag, and he cautiously said thank you as he was carried into the beautiful car.

“No need to thank them.”

His uncle looked at him with eyes full of admiration and love.

"You are from the He family. You are my son."

He is from the He family and is the son of He Chuan.

He changed his name to He Tianqi, which means the vast sky and the auspicious Qilin.

Even though he has no blood relationship with He Chuan and Xin Wenqing, and even though He Chuan and Xin Wenqing already have a biological daughter.

But he is a boy.

But his surname is He Chuan.

Therefore, the future heir of Morikawa Group must be He Tianqi.

——This is the idea that has been instilled in He Tianqi by everyone around him for sixteen years, from the age of two to eighteen.

Just like in those development simulation business games, he changed his name, changed his clothes, moved into an idle villa on the outskirts of Wucheng, got into a luxury car, and walked into the gate of a private elite primary school with his schoolbag on his back.

From then on, everything went smoothly for him, and he was trained and developed strictly according to the classic ideas of a wealthy heir.

He can ride horses and ski.

He studied fencing, foreign languages, and traveled abroad every three months.

He travels with bodyguards and has servants at home.

He would hardly attempt anything risky because his life was too precious.

He is only eighteen years old this year.

But he is calm, rational, has excellent grades, is extremely talented, and is polite.

The person He Tianqi admires most in the world is his father.

He Chuan is an incredibly successful businessman who has single-handedly built a business empire of astonishing scale. He also spotted him at an orphanage. He Tianqi is willing to sacrifice his life for He Chuan, vowing to live up to his father's high expectations of him and grow up to be a capable successor.

The person He Tianqi hates most in the world is his sister.

She was known as "Wucheng's No. 1 Waste," slovenly and lazy, living a life of drunkenness and debauchery, lustful and obsessed with pleasure. Yet, such a fool could stand by her father's side, becoming the only publicly recognized heir to the Morikawa Group for many years, simply because she was his biological daughter.

No one thought that Xin Tong would come back to grab the family property.

Her waste is known to everyone.

So after He Tianqi's identity was revealed, no one thought Xin Tong could turn things around. He Tianqi himself thought so too.

However, he underestimated his sister's arrogance and ignorance.

…

He Tianqi calmly took a cup of coffee.

Panama Geisha, the world's top coffee beans. He actually can't get used to it.

But everyone in Wucheng seemed to drink it. He Chuan also told him that people in the business world often use coffee as a means of socializing.

So he's learning to accept it.

It was already ten o'clock. Upstairs was quiet. My sister's door was closed and she hadn't gotten up yet.

After beating the former president of Kelly Company into the hospital, she didn't get home until late last night and was brought back by an unfamiliar car.

Last night, He Tianqi stood in front of the second-floor window and saw downstairs. The car door opened and his sister was carried out of the car by a man in an extremely rude manner.

She was wearing a pair of white sneakers that she had never seen her wear before, a shawl, messy hair, and a suspicious blush on her face.

He was a very tall man with blond hair.

I couldn't see clearly from far away, but I felt that his expression was very cold.

My sister was still talking excitedly and didn't pay attention to the long staircase in the dim light behind her.

Just before he was about to step on air and fall.

The blond man pulled the person back with an expressionless face.

He quickly let go, frowned at the coffee stain on her collar on his hand, and took out a tissue to wipe his hands in disgust.

Then he turned around coldly with his hands in his pockets, threw the tissue into the trash can, started the car and left.

…

He Tianqi stood next to the coffee machine and indifferently withdrew his gaze from the second floor.

He had no interest in the private life of his sister, who had promiscuous relationships with men and women.

But she was his only competitor for the family fortune.

So he wanted to find out whether she was really running the company to save it from losses, going out early and coming back late every day, or was it just a grand performance for her parents and the public.

But now it seems that it is easy to change the country but difficult to change one's nature.

He is only enthusiastic for a short time, has low ability, and is obsessed with trivial things.

Besides, she is just a woman.

A woman who should not have any inheritance rights, who is born stupid and sentimental, and can only be used to reproduce offspring.

This is what it means to be a woman. The whole world tells him so.