Chapter 115: Restraining Addiction Low-Temperature Candles
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As Shen Yueze emerged from the club, Huang Yutong followed behind him, observing his expression while smoothing her long hair. She made sure to touch up her lipstick before leaving. When she saw herself in the bathroom mirror, she looked quite good, with alluring makeup, a low-cut tight T-shirt, and a waist so slender it could be pinched in one hand.
I barely ate any dinner, thinking about maintaining my figure. If I could please this rich young master, I might get a leading role in a drama.
I've been in this industry for five or six years now, but I haven't made any progress.
After exchanging a couple of words with him and seeing that he was quite indifferent, she kindly asked, "Is your stomach upset? Should I go buy you some hangover remedy?"
However, as far as I can remember, he didn't drink at all, and no one else tried to get him to drink. They weren't familiar with him and didn't want him to spend money. On the contrary, it was the producer and a few minor celebrities who were drinking the whole time.
Before getting in the car, I carefully glanced at the car logo and license plate number: McLaren P1, black.
I quickly sat in the passenger seat. In the enclosed space, I could smell his pleasant cologne, which gave me a refreshing feeling.
After carefully looking around, Huang Yutong noticed there weren't any girly items in the car. Still wanting to show her thoughtfulness, she said, "Let's stop at the convenience store when we get there, and I'll get out and buy you something."
He looked straight ahead and asked, "Where do you live?"
Huang Yutong: "Let's go to your house."
Turning to look at his expression, she added, "Going to a hotel is fine too, there's one just around the corner."
She thought that sitting in the passenger seat meant she would be taken home immediately, since the guys she had met before had all used a combination of coaxing and deception to win her over.
They would be more than happy if she were willing to take a car home with someone.
But I guess the rich guy doesn't lack girls taking the initiative, so he doesn't need her to be too direct, and he didn't continue the conversation.
They passed a convenience store on the way, but he didn't stop, and she didn't ask. She probably hadn't been drinking; she was just in a bad mood.
In the quiet, she took out her phone and began searching for information about Wen Yining.
He's a nobody, not even a 18th-tier celebrity. If we hadn't joined the same production team, I would never have heard of him, but he's quite good-looking.
Huang Yutong opened the girl's photo on her phone and zoomed in on her features little by little. The girl was dressed very casually, in a simple white T-shirt and jeans. Her face looked natural and hadn't been surgically altered. She was a beauty, but the entertainment industry is full of beauties.
He shares very little on Weibo; if it weren't for Feng Yan, no one would have dug into his private life.
But her intuition told her that this was a difficult girl to deal with. As long as a person's personality and emotional intelligence are not too flawed, they are very attractive to boys. She wanted the rich young man to invest in her, and of course, others wanted it too.
While looking up Wen Yining's photos, Huang Yutong exclaimed that she was no simple person.
"Oh right, Wen Yining went back with Feng Yan, right? Did you two just break up? How come you had an abortion with Feng Yan a while ago?"
She was naive and gossipy, even asking Feng Yan if it was true or not, but she wouldn't answer such a question anyway.
"I don't know him."
He replied with those three words indifferently.
Huang Yutong found it boring, put down her phone, and switched to a popular erotic song with a catchy rhythm and ambiguous, explicit lyrics that were so direct that the desire to sleep with him was written all over her face.
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Before entering the apartment, she noticed the name of the complex. She had heard from a friend that the houses here were incredibly expensive, the kind that you couldn't afford even if you worked your whole life if you weren't in the entertainment industry.
As they got into the elevator together, her heart started racing. She opened her bag and found a bottle of lubricant, thinking it might come in handy later.
"Brother, are you lonely living alone? I can come and keep you company when I'm not filming."
Sitting in the passenger seat, I looked him over from head to toe. His hands, which were touching the steering wheel, had distinct knuckles and wide palms, big enough to wrap around my chest. His forearms occasionally showed smooth lines, and he exuded a sense of hormones and power.
She said deliberately, "I've heard that people like you have a very strong sex drive, but I don't know if it's true or not."
He said absentmindedly, "How did you figure that out?"
Huang Yutong: "Men with longer ring fingers tend to have higher testosterone levels."
She looked up at him and said, "And you have a high nose bridge too."
After the breakup, there was no one to satisfy his physical needs, so her appearance came at just the right time.
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After getting off the elevator, which had one apartment per floor, she entered and looked around at the decor. It was luxurious but not ostentatious. She changed into slippers and put down her bag.
I saw him walk towards the kitchen and drink a few sips of ice water.
Two dogs followed him, pawing at him. He sat down lazily and petted them a few times.
The wolf was wary of strangers and barked at her a few times. This large dog looked very much like a wolf and its bark was intimidating. She stopped in her tracks as she walked over. "What breed is this? It looks a bit like a husky."
"Czech wolfhounds don't bite."
He glanced at her and stopped Sirius's roar, "Shut up."
"Samoyeds are quite cute,"
Huang Yutong squatted down, and the white dog came over with a harmless expression to let her pet it. "So well-behaved, and you smell nice."
"Don't they destroy things when they're home alone?"
"My aunt comes to take care of me, but sometimes she doesn't stay here."
If he doesn't come back, the aunt will take the dog to another property to spend the night, an empty detached villa.
The apartment has a maid's room, but he doesn't like having the maid stay in his usual home because he feels there's no privacy.
When I brought Wen Yining back, I wasn't used to having a third person in the house. She moaned so lewdly and wantonly that I couldn't relax with a stranger around, even with good soundproofing.
My phone rang twice in my pocket.
He lowered his head slightly, clicked on it, and, unsurprisingly, raised an eyebrow, zoomed in on the image, and scanned it up and down before his gaze lingered on the exposed half of her chest.
Then I slowly started typing.
Huang Yutong was squatting down playing with the Samoyed when she looked up and noticed a change in his expression. She got up and approached him, coming to the back of the chair he was sitting in. Her intuition told her that something was amiss; at this hour, he couldn't possibly be replying to his good friend's message.
She asked curiously, "Who sent you those nude photos, Wen Yining?"
I didn't read the note carefully, I only saw a selfie in the mirror, very sexy, and it couldn't be clear what it meant to be shown to a guy.
He got up from the chair and locked the screen as he did so.
Huang Yutong couldn't see the chat history, but her expression changed, and she became a little unhappy. Although it wasn't a proper romantic relationship, this rich guy was flirting with other girls right in front of her. They hadn't even slept together yet. He should at least put on an act.
Shen Yueze returned to the living room, didn't look up, continued typing, and said indifferently, "Go take a shower."
Huang Yutong hummed in agreement, then asked, "Which bathroom can I use? Is your master bedroom's one okay?"
"Wash it in the guest bathroom."
"Oh, I'll be done soon."
She originally wanted to take a nice bath, but she was worried that the young master would get impatient and lose interest, since he was, after all, a sugar daddy.
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While Shen Kuo was chatting with others at a dinner party, he mentioned that he would visit his grandfather in Qinhuangdao when he had time. She happened to catch this key information and instantly became interested in his family background.
Qinhuangdao has very strict security checks for tourists; even cameras and knives are not allowed. When she went there, she wondered why it was so special. Later she found out that some retired cadres were there for retirement and vacation.
Huang Yutong guessed that he was not only a rich second-generation, but might also have a political background. Those who were able to get ahead in his grandfather's generation all had some kind of political background.
So she wanted to seize the opportunity. Shen Kuo wasn't interested in her, but he was a reliable person and was willing to introduce her to a handsome and powerful cousin. However, he didn't know much about the cousin's preferences. In terms of feelings, it mainly depended on her.
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Huang Yutong showered for fifteen minutes. She originally wanted to go out naked, but in the end she wrapped herself in a bath towel.
"I'm all better, brother."
He didn't move, his legs crossed, leaning back on the sofa with a cushion on his lap, a cigarette between his fingers, which he was about to put to his lips. His eyes and movements exuded a nonchalant air, indicating that he was in a bad mood.
She wondered if it was because of the breakup.
He was wearing loose-fitting casual pants, so you couldn't tell his size, but based on his height and frame, you could guess his skill level.
Huang Yutong thought he would take the initiative; this kind of person is obviously the one who takes the lead in bed.
I walked over nervously, hoping he didn't have any unusual fetishes, because my friend had been sexually abused by a perverted rich man, tortured to the point of being hospitalized, covered in injuries, bleeding a lot, and staying in the hospital for half a month. The money she earned wasn't even enough to cover the medical expenses.
As soon as I sat down, I noticed some exquisitely crafted candles under the coffee table, very similar to the kind you play with on the bed. I asked uneasily, "What are these?"
"Candle."
She confirmed, "Isn't it aromatherapy?"
"It was dripped onto my body."
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"Won't it burn you?"
"42 degrees."
Ye Qingchi's online store sells everything, and he's given away quite a few things, but he's never used them. He really doesn't have a penchant for torturing people; at most, he'll use some binding tools like static tape and handcuffs.
She pleaded, "Please don't burn me later, it'll leave a scar, and I still have to be on camera."
Huang Yutong forgot that 42 degrees Celsius wasn't hot at all. She could feel his indifferent face, and although she was worried that it would hurt, she had no intention of resisting.
Good-looking people are born with this ability.
He suddenly asked, "What shampoo do you use?"
"The one in your bathroom."
Shen Yueze threw his phone on the table, took the last drag of his cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray, and his expression darkened.
The scent was familiar, reminding him of the image of Wen Yining naked.
She bought it, and she also chose the scents for all the shampoos and shower gels in the house.
Huang Yutong knelt on the soft sofa, preparing to straddle his lap, and seduced him, "You're such a heavy smoker, you won't want to smoke if you do this with me."
"Forget it, let's go back."
He raised his hand to block the way and left the sofa.
Huang Yutong paused, looking puzzled. "Did I say something wrong?"
He didn't reply, but called Tianlang and Pipi back from the balcony and started closing the balcony door.
She continued, "It's so late, aren't you going to let me stay the night? You're so heartless."
He was too lazy to explain and said, "There are unopened cosmetics in that cabinet by the door. Just pick a few you like and take them with you."
Then they went into the bedroom.
The living room fell silent again. Sirius stared at her warily, while the Samoyed lay in its bed, ready to sleep.
Huang Yutong was completely confused by him. She went to the bathroom to put her clothes back on, wondering if this young master was sick or gay.
Even at this hour, she still hasn't reacted. It's one in the morning, and they still want to kick her out, just giving her some cosmetics to get rid of her.
The original goal was to get him to invest in the new movie, and sure enough, it's not so easy to make money off the rich.
But it's better than having nothing at all.
Before leaving, he opened the drawer he mentioned. There were quite a few unopened items: perfume, necklaces, skincare products...
They are all luxury brands.
It's obviously for girls; he doesn't wear makeup, and the perfume is women's fragrance.
She finally picked out two lipsticks and left. He had many valuable things in his house, but she didn't dare to touch them.
After getting on the elevator, he didn't forget to complain to his cousin on his phone, "Your brother kicked me out in the middle of the night. I had already taken a shower. He was fine one second, and then he changed completely the next. It was so inexplicable."
Shen Kuo asked, puzzled, "No, are you two asleep yet?"
Huang Yutong: [No, I'm just getting ready. He has a lot of candles and condoms at home that he hasn't used yet. He probably brings girls home to stay overnight quite often.]
In fact, Shen Yueze had never even touched her, but she was too embarrassed to say it, as it would make her seem unattractive.
It's normal not to kiss, because kissing is even more intimate than kissing, but it's always okay to touch each other and take advantage of each other a little, right?
She ended up sitting on the sofa chatting with someone, and the person opposite her was definitely a girl, the kind who was even more flirtatious than her.
Shen Kuo joked, "So, according to what you're saying, he's not good enough?"
I didn't say that, but he gives me a feeling of being overly lustful, yet he's so cold today.
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A note from the author:
Lyrics from the internet
At this point, he thought that Ning and Feng Yan had already had their encounter, so he wanted to forget her.
But just smelling the shampoo makes my mind filled with images of doing *that* with her.
[Glasses][Okay]
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