Chapter 83 That bastard is indeed a bastard; I enjoy watching her lose control.

Aunt Sun felt increasingly uneasy and, without further hesitation, sent a message to the old house's housekeeper.

[Butler Zhao, I've noticed that Young Master Zhaojing and Miss Zaoyi are getting very close.]

She believed that Butler Zhao could understand the implied meaning.

Butler Zhao not only understood it, but his eyelids twitched violently. He was getting old and typing was too troublesome, so he sent it via voice message.

"Don't meddle in things that aren't your business."

After sending the reminder, I deleted the message.

......

On the other side of the city.

Lin Zaoyi sat in someone's car, her eyes scanning the latest news.

The car suddenly stopped.

She turned her head and saw a hand with distinct knuckles reach into a pants pocket. A second later, a necklace appeared in the hand, the diamonds on it almost blinding.

The colorful series exudes luxury from the inside out, and when sunlight shines on it, it shimmers with iridescent light.

He moved his arm closer, then very naturally put it around her neck. "Do you like it?"

like.

The words that came out were, "Are you feeling guilty and trying to make up for it with material things?"

Tan Zhaojing: "Absolutely no relation."

He bent down to look at her closely, his deep eyes full of frankness. "If I had known beforehand that there was a blind date, I wouldn't have gone at all."

Lin Zaoyi's heart skipped a beat. Unconsciously, she touched the necklace around her neck. The icy touch was gone, replaced by a faint warmth.

She gave a very soft "hmm".

His hand stopped at the corner of her eye. "So, can you give me a proper title?"

They can't stop talking about titles and status.

She suppressed the upward curve of her lips. "What if I don't?"

No, what else can we do?

Tan Zhaojing pinched her face, "Laugh if you want to."

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl in front of him laughed, her beautiful eyes narrowing into crescent shapes. He also smiled, his voice tinged with laughter, "Then I'll try harder, so that no unreasonable person will accuse me of being domineering and tyrannical."

Lin Zaoyi: "You always have been."

She nudged his shoulder. "Let's drive."

The engine started, and after driving for a while, Lin Zaoyi realized it wasn't the way back to Green County Mansion. She turned her head and asked, "Where are we going?"

"go home."

Back to...

Why go home in broad daylight? It's practically a no-brainer.

Her ears felt faintly burning the whole way.

The car stopped in Jingwan.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for the doorknob lock when Tan Zhaojing leaned over and covered her.

They sucked, bit, hooked, and rubbed against each other repeatedly.

The skirt was getting warmer, and she wanted to stop it, but her brain was controlled by lust, and she was slow to react for a few seconds. By the time she tried to press it down, it was too late.

The force was very light, but she still couldn't control herself. Her legs twisted unconsciously, and unexpectedly, waves of tingling sensation washed over her.

We can breathe, but the air is getting thinner and thinner.

The waves surged up and down a couple of times, and she nibbled haphazardly at his shoulder blade, "Tan Zhaojing...go...home."

The man got off her and took a few deep breaths.

Lin Zaoyi was incredibly weak at this moment. The car door was opened from the outside, and she gave him a resentful look. Her clothes were disheveled, while his was impeccably dressed.

That's unfair.

Tan Zhaojing chuckled faintly, "Promising."

As he spoke, he reached his arm under her knees, gently lifted her up, and bounced her up a little as they headed towards the elevator.

The stairs were made of metal, so there was no problem with the view. Lin Zaoyi couldn't help but look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were moist and swollen.

Not entirely pleased, she poked someone's chest and said, "You spent so long braiding your hair, it doesn't look pretty anymore."

Tan Zhaojing looked at it carefully, and said, "Beautiful."

The person in his arms hummed twice, "A lie, a very good lie, but—"

She kissed his chin. "I love hearing that."

Tan Zhaojing's Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He was no greenhorn, but this one kiss made him catch his breath for a moment.

This is the first time I've felt that a short elevator ride of just a few dozen seconds feels so long.

Lin Zaoyi was naturally unaware of what she was about to face. Once she had calmed down enough, she jumped off him.

The moment I stepped inside, a kiss landed on me.

From the living room to the bedroom, their lips never parted.

She slumped back onto the bed, her half-open eyes unfocused. She nudged herself with her palm, "Go take a shower..."

"I washed it on the plane."

He grabbed her hand, tore open the packaging, and said, "Put it on."

What kind of quirks are these...?

"You yourself."

"Wait a minute, I'll do it myself."

She exclaimed, "When?"

He chuckled softly, "I'll tell you later."

Lin Zaoyi felt like she was in a thief's bed, and seeing another one being opened, she protested, "Can't I take a break...?"

"We'll rest later."

Press it down.

She couldn't help but blurt out, "Tan Zhaojing, you bastard!"

"Yeah, you bastard."

Lin Zaoyi sniffled, feeling wronged. "Didn't you say you weren't a greenhorn?"

The dog chuckled softly, his deep, husky voice tinged with lust, "It's not a bad thing to learn from a young punk once in a while."

Later, Lin Zaoyi became hoarse, whether from cursing, crying, or shouting.

The light outside the window faded to a lighter hue, then was replaced by dusk.

The box was empty after use.

Lin Zaoyi wilted and curled up in the blankets, where her penis had expanded to his size.

If you try again, you'll die.

Fortunately, he acted like a decent human being.

Around ten o'clock, Tan Zhaojing came in and called for dinner. He was greeted with a slap. Although the slap missed and hit his chin, she was the only one who had ever laid a hand on him.

He laughed in exasperation, "Time to eat."

The girl ignored her, turned over, and continued sleeping.

He forcibly carried her to the dining room. The dinner had just been heated up and the temperature was just right. The bedroom had been dimly lit earlier, so he hadn't noticed, but now the living room lights were bright. He had really gone too far; the red mark on her collarbone was glaringly obvious.

He leaned down and kissed her, saying, "I'll be more careful next time."

Lin Zaoyi didn't even bother with punctuation, saying, "Your credibility with me is bankrupt."

He chuckled softly, "Since that's the case, let's continue after we finish eating."

Lin Zaoyi glared at her, "Do you believe I'll run away from home?"

The word "home" made Tan Zhaojing's heart skip a beat. He patted the back of her head and said, "Okay, I won't bully you. Be a good girl and stay home."

...

At 6:30 the next morning, Lin Zaoyi opened her eyes to the sound of her alarm clock. She glanced around and saw that the room beside her was empty; Tan Zhaojing was no longer there.

She propped herself up on her arms, grabbed one of his bathrobes and put it on, then opened the bedroom door. "Tan Zhaojing?"

"I am here."

A man's voice came from the study, "Go wash your face. Breakfast is ready, and there are clothes for you in the dressing room."

Lin Zaoyi went to wash up first. Her skincare products were in the bathroom. After a quick makeup application, she moved to the dressing room.

He thought the few items his secretary had bought last time would take up half of his space.

Various styles.

Surprised, she chose a lake-blue shirt, neither dull nor flashy. On her first day reporting to the headquarters, she needed to be low-key and presentable.

Breakfast was already laid out, and she sat down near him. "What's going on with the walk-in closet?"

Tan Zhaojing thought she was not satisfied, "Let's go to the mall this weekend and see which one we like before we buy it."

Lin Zaoyi: "...That's not what I meant. I have no intention of living together."

Tan Zhaojing didn't force him on this point, saying, "If you don't want to move in, I'll go to your place."

Lin Zaoyi believes this person is confusing people, "No, that's fine too. Starting today, it will be at most once a week."

Tan Zhaojing looked over, his gaze slightly deepening. "Isn't this a bit too harsh?"

Lin Zaoyi then asked, "How did you get through it before?"

Tan Zhaojing readily agreed, saying, "You weren't here before."

Lin Zaoyi was speechless. Sometimes she really couldn't argue with him. She made up her mind to come here at most once a week and go back tonight to change the password.

***

On Monday, during the morning rush hour, Lin Zaoyi left home half an hour early to avoid the worst traffic. On her first day at work, the first person she encountered was Yuan Lai.

Yuan Lai's eyes showed surprise, "Looking for President Ming so early?"

She smiled and said, "I have to get to work early."

Yuan Lai's expression showed more surprise, then she smiled and said, "We'll be colleagues from now on."

As we stepped into the elevator together, he warmly invited, "Would you consider joining my team?"

Lin Zaoyi was the first to pass, otherwise she would have been manipulated by the pretense.

He said, "I'll follow your instructions."

The elevator stopped on the 12th floor. Yuan Lai stepped out, then suddenly turned around as if remembering something. "I heard that Grandpa Tan arranged a blind date for Tan Zhaojing yesterday?"

Not understanding the purpose of the question, Lin Zaoyi took it literally and nodded.

Yuan Lai: "Tan Zhaojing has taken a liking to it?"

Lin Zaoyi: "I didn't go yesterday."

Yuan Lai hummed in agreement, her smile devoid of emotion. "So you knew that Tan Zhaojing has a girlfriend?"