Chapter 226: Poisoned by cold, dying soon

Cheng Gongjin remained silent, but he naturally had his own selfish motives. He wanted to prevent Xiao Jinghe from discovering the relationship between this woman and Mu Huaian before Mu Huaian became more powerful.

He would only feel at ease if he left the person in Cheng Mansion.

He glanced at Yu Qinghuan and said, "Madam Cheng, you are worrying too much. I have no selfish motives."

Yu Qinghuan reached out to stop his hand that was holding up the wine glass and said with a smile, "But I have one."

Cheng Gongjin paused, and for a moment he even forgot to look away, just staring at her.

The two gazes intertwined, and everything around them seemed to be heating up.

Yu Qinghuan's soft fingertips stroked along his hand holding the wine glass, from the wrist to the palm, and then along the palm to the fingertips. She moved slowly, her eyes tinged with a bit of charm, and she looked straight at Cheng Gongjin.

After all, he is a person who has been immersed in officialdom for many years. Even when teased like this, Cheng Gongjin's face remained calm and his eyes were calm.

But after several confrontations, Yu Qinghuan already knew that if he wanted to know the emotions of the person in front of him, he couldn't look at his face, but had to feel his body.

Just like now, Cheng Gongjin's face showed no emotion, but his palms were tense.

What selfish motives?

Cheng Gongjin didn't ask, he knew it in his heart, but he didn't pull his hand away.

If you don’t refuse, you accept.

Yu Qinghuan stood up and moved closer, her eyes filled with spring water and a triumphant smile, trying to lure Cheng Gongjin in with her undisguised desire. Even her deliberately lowered voice sounded like a whisper in his ear, ambiguous to the extreme.

"Cheng Gongjin, I want to kiss you."

It was no longer a test, but a request. The straightforward words lingered in the ears, carrying a bewitching charm.

Cheng Gongjin felt as if he was thrown into boiling oil, and his previous pretense of calmness instantly collapsed.

Yu Qinghuan smiled as brightly as a flower, but just when she thought she was going to take another step forward, she suddenly felt an irresistible grip on her wrist.

Cheng Gongjin let go of the wine glass, grabbed Yu Qinghuan's wrist with his backhand, and pulled her towards him without waiting for her to react!

The wine glass fell to the ground with a clang, and the aroma filled the air, but no one paid any attention.

Yu Qinghuan was instantly pulled into a solid and hot embrace, and Cheng Gongjin's aura enveloped her.

She could even clearly feel her heartbeat beneath her chest, beat after beat, steady yet intense.

The next second, Cheng Gongjin's kiss fell on her with such force that she couldn't retreat at all.

He was sober, but unable to restrain himself. With an almost gnawing possessiveness, he forced Yu Qinghuan to passively endure it and involuntarily cater to it.

The aura that Cheng Gongjin had cultivated over the years now transformed into a scorching flame, burning Yu Qinghuan's limbs and bones until they became soft. Her slender fingers unconsciously clung to the slightly cool collar of his shirt on her chest.

Feeling that she was almost out of breath, Cheng Gongjin slightly retreated, but Yu Qinghuan smiled smugly, "Cheng Gongjin, you really do have selfish motives."

Her thoughts were exposed, and Cheng Gongjin's arms, which were clasped behind her waist, tightened more and more, almost rubbing her into his body. The knuckles of his other hand, which was clasped around her wrist, were so tense that they turned white.

All the emotions that could not be seen on his face were materialized at this moment.

His eyes darkened, "So what."

Yu Qinghuan smiled and tugged at his collar, moving her red lips closer but not kissing him, "But didn't you tell me not to tease you?"

She was testing Cheng Gongjin's limit of restraint.

Yu Qinghuan clearly felt that Cheng Gongjin's breathing became deep and heavy.

Cheng Gongjin's eyes dropped slightly, his jaw and body tensed, and his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.

The surroundings were so quiet that only the intertwining breathing sounds could be heard, becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

Cheng Gongjin's rationality was like a bow stretched to its limit. He was tense and his voice became hoarse. "Have you had enough fun?"

Yu Qinghuan's eyes flickered slightly, and she was so excited that she couldn't suppress it. "What if I say no?"

Cheng Gongjin pursed his lips tightly, his deep eyes dark and unclear, and suddenly said, "I'm thirty-three."

Yu Qinghuan's hands moved restlessly: "I know."

Could it be that at this time, he still cares about the fact that I used to dislike him for being old?

Cheng Gongjin lowered his eyes and looked at her smug expression. The strength that almost crushed her loosened slightly, and the emotions in his eyes were surging, deep and complicated.

"Not only am I much older than you, but I'm also suffering from a cold poison and won't live long."

His voice was still hoarse, but with a strange calmness.

The air condensed instantly.

Yu Qinghuan's fingertips suddenly froze, and the smug look on his face faded like the tide.

She stared at Cheng Gongjin blankly. The words were so sudden that she didn't know whether to pull her hand back.

The charming atmosphere between the two people dissipated, and in an instant only heavy deathly silence remained.

Cheng Gongjin's gaze was unfathomable, firmly locking onto every subtle change on her face.

He spoke again, clearly and solemnly, "Do you still want to provoke such a dying man?"

Yu Qinghuan opened her lips, wanting to say something but stopped herself.

It was clearly a matter of pleasing each other, but now it involved the topic of life and death. It was so heavy that she suddenly didn't know what to say. Should she comfort him?

But Cheng Gongjin didn't look like he needed comfort.

After waiting for her response for a long time, Cheng Gongjin slightly loosened his arms around her waist, giving her a chance to escape and also giving himself the possibility to withdraw.

Life and death are never scary, but for those who know about it, it is a painful torture.

Silence spread, Cheng Gongjin put Yu Qinghuan down from his arms, stood up and walked towards the house.

Yu Qinghuan's mind was still a little confused and he couldn't make sense of it.

At this time, Cheng Gongjin had already walked back, holding a pair of embroidered shoes in his hand and placed them at Yu Qinghuan's feet. His lips were pursed and his tone was a little distant, "Get some rest early."

Yu Qinghuan stiffened her body and stared blankly at his figure as he was about to leave. She recalled that every time she ran into Cheng Gongjin before, his face was unusually pale, and he was either going crazy or vomiting blood...all because he was poisoned.

Even though I had guessed it before, I still felt a little complicated now that Cheng Gongjin had confirmed it himself.

"Cheng Gongjin, let me think about it."

Cheng Gongjin paused, but without looking at her, he replied calmly, "Okay."