Chapter 384: Red Wine Bath
She felt embarrassed to take a bath next to Liang Chihui.
It is inevitable that flesh will stick to flesh and buttocks will stick to buttocks.
Moreover, Mrs. Huo was shouting very loudly, as if she was deliberately trying to bring them together and provide an opportunity for intimacy.
"I...suddenly don't feel like soaking in the tub anymore. I'll just eat some fruit and watch some shows in the lounge area." He Sang tightened the collar of his coat.
"Why are you so embarrassed? How about you hang out with Old Huo? I don't mind."
Mr. Huo laughed, "You're talking nonsense!"
"You are Mrs. Liang already. There is nothing a husband and wife hasn't done before. Why are you being so pretentious?" Mrs. Huo pushed her into the pool.
Mrs. Huo's social status was getting worse and worse. He Sang couldn't win over her. If the stalemate continued, she would be exposed. She sat cautiously on the shore and fluttered her feet in the water twice. Liang Chihui closed his eyes and didn't pay attention to her.
She grabbed the handrail of the anti-slide and sank into the water.
The outer shirt was thin and light, and it immediately fluttered away when soaked in water, spreading inch by inch on the misty pool surface.
Liang Chihui opened his eyes at some point and stared at her body through the rippling mist.
The curvy figure, the icy skin and the delicate bones, are like a flawless white pear blossom in full bloom, fallen into the depths of a dark net.
She is the pear blossom, he is the dark web.
Holiness and corruption.
Innocence and destruction.
Such a powerful impact.
His eyes flashed with the image of her in her wedding dress.
Indescribable beauty, gentleness and spirit.
Some women are like thorny roses, coming with force and leaving with force, but He Sang is like a slow and steady stream, quietly weaving her way into a man's heart and taking root there.
Liang Chihui raised his hand, wanting to touch her long, black, moist hair that was as silky as silk. The moment his fingertips touched the ends of her hair, He Sang stood up straight suddenly. He seemed to feel guilty and nervous, and suddenly withdrew his hand.
"Mrs. Huo, look!"
Mrs. Huo also stood up. "Is it from France?"
"Thailand... there are Russians... and the most beautiful girl is from Poland!"
Liang Chihui leaned against the edge of the jade table and found her inexplicably funny. Those girls were not as good as her, at least in his eyes, not even one ten-thousandth as good as her. But she was so excited that she didn't blink an eye.
"Wow—" He Sang stared straight at him, "People are so annoying when compared to others... It's so big."
"What's so big?" he suddenly asked.
She shuddered.
He restrained his expression and answered seriously, "My eyes...are so big."
"Yeah." Liang Chihui knew it well, but didn't expose it. "Not as big as yours. You are bigger."
He Sang knew that she had lied, and she also knew that Liang Chihui was asking questions knowingly and teasing her, which made her ears blush with embarrassment.
There were seven girls in this group, aged between 20 and 30, all foreigners, unrestrained and hot. They first performed a piece of rhythmic gymnastics, then a water polo dance, and finally chose Liang Chihui from more than a hundred male guests.
The French girl in the lead poured red wine on his chest, and the guests around began to make a noise. Liang Chihui had a well-proportioned body, distinct bones, and fair skin. The bright red liquid flowed freely along the ravines of her breasts, which was truly a sight like a beauty.
There was loud cheering at the scene, and the girl reached out to touch his chin. Liang Chihui was not a reserved man who could not afford to play, so he kept smiling and just turned his head slightly to avoid the girl.
The girl did not give up. She walked around behind him, squatted down to splash water, and massaged his shoulders. The red wine mixed with the white mist enveloped him. The scene was sexy and made his blood boil.
Mrs. Huo enjoyed the fun, clapping and screaming, and she single-handedly heated up the atmosphere, attracting a group of guests to gather by the pool. "Massage! Massage! Let's dance!"
A man whistled, "Brother, get out of the pool! The French are the most wild, shaking their butts to the samba and rumba—"
The girl spoke Chinese much more fluently than the circus's Italian horse trainer. She understood and dragged Liang Chihui ashore.
Mrs. Huo was so excited that she danced with joy. "Director Liang is shaking his butt—exciting!"
He Sang leaned against the corner of the ice spring pool, choosing a glass of freshly squeezed carrot juice and drinking it leisurely. Liang Chihui turned the topic to her, "My wife is here, she's jealous, and she's going to teach me a lesson when she gets home."
Mrs. Huo pulled He Sang over and said, "Mrs. Liang, don't be so stingy! We'd like to see Mr. Liang dancing with the girl. Do you agree?"
Female guests from all sides egged her on, "Agree!"
The girls swarmed over and continued to pull Liang Chihui, trying to take off his vest. He held down his arms and prevented them from succeeding.
"Miss, you are teasing me. My wife has a very bad temper."
The laughter at the scene became even louder.
"Mrs. Huo?" A middle-aged woman in the next pool waved. "You're here too."
"Mrs. Ma!" Mrs. Huo was delighted. "Where's Mr. Ma?"
Mrs. Ma gestured toward the distant staircase. "He's in the massage room. A big shot booked the entire place yesterday, so the resort was closed. I've become addicted to the ice springs. I soak there five or six days a week, and I rush here as soon as they open."
"The big shot who booked the whole place is Mr. Liang, and he did it to make Mrs. Liang smile." Mrs. Huo winked.
Mrs. Ma exclaimed, "This man looks familiar to me! It's really Director Liang."
Liang Chihui nodded, "The project that General Manager Ma contracted made a lot of money. Congratulations to Mrs. Ma."
"I did make some money, just tens of millions, which is not worthy of Mr. Liang's attention." Mrs. Ma glanced at He Sang, wanting to strike up a conversation with him, but He Sang was absent-minded and his expression was indifferent, so Mrs. Ma did not dare to speak.
Mrs. Huo winked secretly at this juncture, and the girl understood, "Men with wives refuse to interact. If they can give their wives a tongue kiss in the pool, or if the wives give their husbands a tongue kiss, as long as everyone lets them go, we'll let them go too."
"Mrs. Liang, please give me a kiss." The manager and the guests were all teasing her excitedly.
He Sang was at a loss, with his eyelids drooping.
Mrs. Ma is not famous in the circle. She is a small character who runs errands for the top wealthy ladies. Mr. Ma's net worth is far less than Zeng Mingwei's, and the Liang family's social threshold is not enough to reach her.
But small fry are the most likely to rot. To climb the ladder and secure resources, they're willing to play clown around the wealthy wives, telling exaggerated jokes. The Liang family's second branch's anecdotes are of great interest to every wealthy wife. The fact that Liang Chihui's wife refused to kiss him, publicly humiliating him and snubbing him, is absolutely bombshell news.
The most attractive thing is the intricate vortex of scandals within the walls of wealthy families.
He Sang could easily guess what kind of rumors would spread, "The Second Young Master is getting married soon, and the lady hasn't forgotten her old love, the Third Young Master."
She had no choice but to maintain her identity and embarrass Liang Chihui.
He Sang waded through the water with his head held high, made up his mind, and kissed Liang Chihui a centimeter off the mark. The moment his lips touched the corner of Liang Chihui's mouth, his body temperature began to melt.
From lukewarm to warm.
This was the first time she took the initiative. Liang Chihui's arms emerged from the water and hugged her waist.
He Sang felt his lips rubbing against hers, slowly aligning them with hers. She pushed hard and pulled away from him.
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