Chapter 84 Hypocritical, a Refined Scoundrel

She hooked her arms around the back of his neck and pressed down, her lips brushing against his slightly cool, thin lips.

The tip of her tongue pried open her teeth, and a sweet, warm kiss slid straight in.

Yan Tingnan's breathing stopped abruptly, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

A suppressed groan escaped from his throat.

Instinct beat reason; his large hands gripped her lower back tightly and pulled her into his arms, the silk smooth as a snake's molt.

With his other hand, he stroked up her thigh along the slit of her cheongsam, sinking into her soft, warm flesh.

The lips and tongue took over, sucking fiercely and urgently.

The crisp, agarwood scent mingled with the sweet, warm fruity fragrance emanating from her body, burning like a wildfire between her lips and teeth.

With a burning thirst that consumed reason, their breaths were hot and intertwined.

Su Ruan dug her fingertips into the hair at the back of his neck, responding to him provocatively.

His breathing became broken.

It went out of control in an instant.

Bang!

He swept the crystal glass beside him away with a backhand, the sound of it shattering piercing the illusion.

The hem of Su Ruan's cheongsam instantly became soaked through, and a cool sensation clung to her inner thighs.

A dark water stain also appeared on Yan Tingnan's dark gray trousers.

The chill was bone-chilling.

The hand that was wrapped around her waist suddenly loosened its grip, leaving only a loose circle.

He took a half-inch back, his breathing heavy, and the desire surging in his eyes was forcibly suppressed.

"Su Ruan, that's enough."

Yan Tingnan's voice was terribly hoarse, carrying a hint of forced, suppressed exhaustion.

Panting, Su Ruan leaned against his shoulder, not retreating but pressing even closer, almost embedding herself in his arms.

"What's the panic?"

Her red lips brushed against his earlobe, her breath hot, suppressing a laugh.

Yan Tingnan's breath hitched, and he abruptly grabbed her misbehaving wrist.

"Get down."

"You really want me to go down?"

Her red lips brushed against his earlobe, her warm breath entering his ear canal.

"You don't seem to want me to leave."

"Yan Tingnan, it's true that you pushed me to the top."

"It's true that they protected me and settled accounts for me."

"When you were hugging me and acting crazy just now, it was so real!"

"Why are you spouting grand theories to me?"

She curled her lips into a mocking smile.

"A hypocrite, a degenerate scoundrel."

Yan Tingnan's jawline was taut, and his knuckles were white.

That bit of loss of control that she tore open felt like a poisonous vine coiling around my heart.

He tightened his grip on her waist, forcefully tearing her off his legs.

He took a deep breath, as if reciting a calming mantra, or as if convincing himself.

"Between you and me, this is the best ending."

"Sign the papers, take the money, and leave."

"Don't mess with me again."

Su Ruan staggered a step and regained her balance.

Her cheongsam was slightly disheveled, a few strands of hair fell loose around her cheeks, and her eyes were misty with tears, adding to her languid and alluring charm.

She bent down and picked up the gold-rimmed glasses that had just fallen at his feet.

I held the temples of the glasses and put them on him.

The alluring charm on his face vanished, leaving only the calm of a hunter.

Two of the buttons on her cheongsam had popped open at some point, revealing her fair skin against the backdrop of the blue-green satin.

Su Ruan straightened up, her eyes burning with a wildfire as she glanced at him and smiled.

"I'll sign the contract."

“But Yan Tingnan, you pushed me away this time, but you can’t pull me back next time.”

"You have to beg on your knees."

She looked at the man who had instantly erected a high wall in front of her and gave a slight smirk.

OK.

That's impressive.

When it comes to denying everything after pulling up his pants, Yan Tingnan is the best in the world!

She bent down and picked up the farewell meal.

I didn't even look at it.

She took the pen he had given her from her handbag.

He quickly signed his name.

The pen cap snapped shut with a crisp sound.

She slapped the contract back in front of him.

"I'll accept Mr. Yan's courtesy."

"I can't swallow this farewell dinner."

After saying that, Su Ruan turned around.

The pale green cheongsam hugged her straight back, the deep, damp stains at the slit glaringly obvious.

As she placed her hand on the doorknob, she turned back and smiled, a hint of brilliance in the corner of her eye.

"Yan Tingnan, until we meet again."

The door closed.

It blocked out that dazzling green and also shut out the sweet fruity aroma in the air.

The private room fell silent once more.

Only the shattered crystal glass fragments on the table gleamed coldly.

Ice water mixed with liquor meandered across the dark tabletop, dripping onto the carpet with a muffled thud.

Like an icicle falling from the tip of my heart.

Yan Tingnan maintained his sitting posture, his fingers empty.

She took the string of warm, smooth sandalwood prayer beads and casually tossed it onto the corner of the table.

He lowered his eyes.

On the dark gray trousers, there was a deep, damp stain.

It serves as a reminder of the loss of control that just occurred.

Her scent still lingered in my breath.

He closed his eyes.

The restlessness that had been forcibly suppressed deep within his body still burned like embers, searing every inch of his nerves.

Don't mess with me again.

These words were said to her, but more like a curse placed on himself.

But it got out of control.

It's out of control again.

It felt both strange and addictive.

This caused him to break his vows and lose his moral compass time and time again.

From the night Nebula stumbled into my arms, this loss of control has been like a persistent, malignant infection.

He tacitly approved of her clinging to him and indulged her in causing trouble.

He even personally pushed her to the top, watched her emerge from her cocoon, and saw her shine brightly.

He also personally placed her in the eye of the storm, using her as a shield.

piece?

At first, yes.

He tacitly allowed her to take advantage of his power, and even fueled it.

Give her the resources and watch her struggle and climb, like watching a thorny flower bloom in the midst of brambles.

Fun and convenient.

Each gets what they need.

I thought the game was over, that once a move was made, there was no going back, and that I could withdraw as easily as cutting off water.

But when did it change?

On the day she risked her life to throw herself into "Spring's Passing," using her slender back to shield the faint light in his heart, he gave his heart away.

It takes a long time to act.

What was supposed to be a fake story became real.

She is no longer a pawn.

It is a variable.

It is a burning karmic fire.

She was the demon who led him into the sea of ​​desire.

But Qingyan is not an amusement park; it's a cannibalistic fighting cage.

The old man was eyeing the Lin family closely, and a marriage alliance was imminent.

The slightest misstep could lead to utter ruin.

She climbed to the top of the mountain and grew into her own tree.

Should we keep her by our side, using her as a target, as a pawn?

His gaze fell on the table.

She signed the dissolution agreement.

The ink on the contract, bearing the words "Suzhou Software," was still wet, with the last stroke almost tearing the paper.

It felt like my heart had been lightly scratched by the tip of a pen.

A subtle, lingering pain.

Unconsciously, my fingertips reached out and touched the cool sandalwood prayer beads on the corner of the table.

He clenched his fist tightly!

The string of beads taut instantly, emitting a soft groan.

The hard wooden bead embedded itself deeply into the flesh of my palm, sending a dull pain through me.

Use pain to suppress the raging fire in your heart.

He needed these beads to lock away his inner demons and the madness that surged within him for her.

...

The car door slammed shut.

Su Ruan sank into the driver's seat and didn't start the engine.

Yan Tingnan's words felt like knives scraping at her mind.

Each gets what they need?

Initially it was.

That night, Nebula did indeed run into his arms with a purpose.

He planned to take revenge on Yan Yunye and use his influence to break the deadlock; every step was meticulously calculated.

He knew perfectly well that she was taking things step by step.

But what happened next?

He stood up for her and avenged her, saying she was a gem in the rough.

He shoved the pen into her hand and said, "Use this to establish your foundation."

He lifted her to the peak of liberation, personally polishing her name to shine.

Before painting "Spring's Passing," he said, "Your life is more important than anything else."

Their relationship is a complete mess!

It's no longer about each taking what they need; it's about advancing and retreating together.

He walked on thin ice amidst the infighting within the wealthy and powerful.

The Yan family was his abyss.

He sits serenely on a cloud, untouched by worldly dust?

That's just appearances.

Deep down, he had been struggling in the abyss for half his life.

Lifting her into the light, while retreating back into the darkness himself?

Dream on.

The rules of this game need to be changed.

It's not that he can end it when he says so, but that he can start it when he says so.

Let's give him some time first.

Just like how he taught her to fish.

Wait until he runs out of that ridiculous bit of rationality.

He was completely consumed by the madness in his bones.

Wait until he kneels down and begs her!