21/Ambition

After school, Chen Mian didn't wait for Shen Yu at the school. She browsed around a bookstore near the school for a while until Shen Yu called her to come out. Only then did she come out of the bookstore with a book on criminal law in her arms.

During the evening self-study time for boarding students, day students had already gone home. There were few people on the roadside. Chen Mian opened the back door of the car, got in, and saw Chen Yu sitting there playing on his phone. The screen showed WeChat, and a bunch of messages were coming in one after another. He was picking and choosing which ones to reply to.

The sleepless night had left the young master with an air of world-weariness. His gaze was weary, and he didn't speak to her. Instead, he told the driver, "To Grand Mansion."

Chen Mian also knew about Shengshi Haoting. It was a new residential development that was just developed two years ago. It mainly focused on housing in the school district of Suizhong. It was less than a ten-minute walk from Suizhong, with convenient transportation and complete living facilities. It was much more convenient than the villa in Chenyu that was half an hour away from the school.

It's probably a common problem among wealthy people: they prefer expensive things to good ones.

Chen Mian understood the meaning behind Shen Yu's words; it was probably the place that Shengshi Haoting had arranged for her to stay.

This reminded her of the sneakers Shen Yu had given to a boy in her class. At an age when most people were saving their allowance to buy things they liked, Shen Yu seemed to have shed the immaturity of youth and was as extravagant as a wealthy young master from ancient times who would spend money like water.

But ultimately, he was different from the rich young master. The rich young master was aloof and arrogant, unlike Chen Yu, who reached out to grab Chen Mian after sitting for only two minutes. His hands, which appeared cold and white as the streetlights flashed past the window, encircled her and held her in his arms.

In an instant, it was as if a heavy snow had fallen all over him, and his breath was filled with the cold aura emanating from him.

Shen Yu buried his head wearily in the crook of Chen Mian's neck, like a clingy giant dog. The close proximity of their bodies caused Chen Mian to feel his gradually arousing desire.

"..."

He was momentarily speechless.

Chen Mian was still wearing his school uniform, and he had tossed his schoolbag onto the seat with his fingers.

The criminal law book she was holding suddenly felt incredibly heavy, like a hook pulling away the gentle words her homeroom teacher had spoken to her during the day. Now, it was transformed into a tender judgment, like a cross that had been thrown down, silently executing her ambiguous indulgence.

"Sinking Domain".

It was a voice trying to stop them.

However, the person responded gently, as if with their breath, "Mmm."

The voice was very soft, like someone who was already fast asleep whispering.

However, the spot pressing against her remained hard, like a wooden stick stuck there.

Chen Mian thought of Chen Song. The scene of witnessing her father's sexual activity was more physically disturbing than any horror movie, not to mention that the man was calling her name and had such greedy eyes, as if he wanted to reunite the blood that was inseparable between the two of them in the most disgusting way.

Her face was pale, and her fingers gripped the torture device tightly in her arms.

Hearing the unusual heartbeat, Shen Yu raised his hand and gently massaged the back of her neck like he was soothing a small animal. Seeing the book in her arms, he chuckled softly, "Want to be a policeman?"

Chen Mian shook her head. "No."

What is that?

The atmosphere was casual and relaxed.

The car slowly made its way through the congested traffic in the slow lane. The barrier was pulled up when Chen Mian got in the car, and the driver was always proper in not invading the privacy of his host family.

The tires rolled over the pebbles, and everything outside the window seemed to rewind.

Shen Yu heard Chen Mian soften her voice and say to him, "I'm restraining myself."

She bought a book on criminal law at the bookstore.

Remind yourself that you have a long future ahead of you, and there's no need to ruin it all because of one bad person.

Each page was a constraint unique to her; with each turn of the page, the urge to kill Chen Song was slightly restrained by the many imaginings about the future.

Shen Yu, being a clever man, understood immediately, and his hand, which was on Chen Mian's waist, remained there in a perfunctory manner.

He touched the girl's slender waist through her school uniform jacket; it was soft and supple, and he had held it in his hands for many moments in the past. When his lips touched hers, she would tremble, and her cold, hard heart would become hot because of the suppleness of her body.

It seems that every boy suffers from a protective instinct, is attracted to the weak and pitiful, and always thinks of himself as a savior, overcoming all obstacles to lead people to escape the demon king's palace.

At the beginning of their entanglement, Chen Mian believed that Shen Yu's actions were driven by a protective instinct.

Even now, Chen Mian still believes that Shen Yu's feelings for her are more pity than affection.

He embraced her, slipped his hand inside her school uniform top, and stroked her lower abdomen.

"Chen Mian, when have I ever failed to keep my promise to you?"

No.

Whether it was money or a safe living environment to avoid being beaten, Shen Yu granted her wishes as promised.

However, Chen Mian's ambition was also unwittingly nurtured by the sinking domain. Like a big fish eating a small fish in the ocean world, he was gradually devoured until he finally came to the shark. Chen Mian wanted to kill the shark that had been living in his nightmare.

However, Shen Yu only said this one sentence and then didn't bother to say anything more.

He looked exhausted.

Shen Yu possesses the good habits of an excellent student, such as obeying classroom discipline. Even if he knows the content being taught, he would never do something like sleeping in class. The concept of self-discipline and propriety, which is completely incompatible with him, seems to be ingrained in his bones in the specific environment of school.

Chen Mian thought that Shen Yu must have come from a family with strict family traditions, perhaps a scholarly family or something similar. In any case, it was definitely the opposite of her upbringing.

How strange that someone from such a wealthy family, surrounded by admirers, would stop by her side, only to be controlled by lust.

The car entered the basement parking garage of a building in Shengshi Haoting.

Shen Yu bit Chen Mian's shoulder through her clothes and asked her, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Chen Mian snorted softly, "What did you say?"

“Say it, Shenyu is the best, aren’t you good at talking?” he chuckled hoarsely.

Chen Mian was quiet for a while, then heard the driver open the car door in front of the partition, so she could only coax Shen Yu, "Yeah, Shen Yu is the best."

As a result, someone pinched my cheek.

She heard the boy's laughing voice say to her, "Chen Mian, you're a real expert at being perfunctory."

He didn't argue after saying that, and pulled the person out of the car.

This house was a gift from Shen Yu's father when he was admitted to Suizhong High School.

To be precise, the entire complex belongs to his family; they just reserved one apartment for him to use for schooling.

Shen Yu was too lazy to make a fuss, since he was alone no matter where he was. He preferred a remote villa where he could live alone more comfortably.

Most of the residents in the building were families, mostly for the convenience of their children's schooling. Some rented and some bought, but without exception, they were all financially well-off. The windows of nearby real estate agencies advertised that renting a room there would cost four thousand a month. In Suibei at that time, where the average monthly salary was only five thousand, being able to afford to live here meant that one was considered a wealthy family.

Chen Mian was like a Cinderella who stumbled into this world. The key was a glass slipper that Shen Yu handed her. The moment she opened the door, she saw the bright glass window in the living room. Outside the window was a large billboard with a picture of the popular actress Ming Zhi lightly applying lipstick to her lips. The jewelry around her neck was dazzling, all of which showed that this was another way of opening up the world.

The walls of the old residential buildings are covered with wrinkles, and the towering tree in front of the building is its crutch. It stands there, but it can't see the new face of the city. It is the mud and dirt that has been left behind by the rapid development of Suibei.

Chen Mian knew from the beginning that she didn't want to live a life as dim as light in the mud. Her ambition was like the jewels around Mingzhi's neck, unwilling to be covered in dust, wanting to shine, wanting to stand at the top, wanting to be something that could not be abandoned and had to be treasured in a safe.

As she looked around the room, Shen Yu leaned against the wall watching her. He could see the meaning in Chen Mian's eyes. Interestingly, Chen Mian, who always pretended to be indifferent in public, would always reveal her ambition in front of him, as if she was too lazy to even pretend. She was different from the girls in school who tried their best to show him their best side.

They are all different.

He watched as Chen Mian turned around, her eyes sparkling, looked at him, and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Even the act of repaying kindness was direct and frank, subtly portraying the unequal relationship between the two as one of give and take.

He gave her money, shelter, and protection.

She gave him her body, her emotions, and her desires.

The two stood in the light, one in the shadows and the other in the dim light. The halo of the billboard beneath her feet stretched her shadow long, and her skirt swayed gently, making her look like a well-behaved scholar. Her eyes were full of tenderness after her needs were met.

Like a dog owner who finally has the patience to comfort his puppy, she slowly approaches him, then reaches out and wraps her arms around his waist, her long hair brushing against his chest, her voice entangling his heart, gently tugging at it.

"Ayu, you can do whatever you want."

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The next chapter will be explicit.

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(And this piece contains a bit of personal opinion; I plan to write about actress Akie in my next book.)

(A bright and beautiful young nightingale x a spoiled second-generation rich kid in a high-ranking official's literature)

(If I remember writing that.)