Chapter 51 Then I'll Serve You
Maybach.
Bo Jinzhou's sharp features interplay between light and shadow.
With his eyes closed and his breathing even, he held Jiang Yimian's hand firmly in his large hand.
Jiang Yimian struggled a few times but failed. "Are you really drunk or just pretending?"
Bo Jinzhou's voice was hoarse: "Come closer."
Jiang Yimian moved closer, "What?"
"Don't you want to see if I'm really drunk? Why don't you come closer to see clearly?"
Jiang Yimian scoffed and sat back, trying to pull her hand away, but he held it firmly. She glanced at him and said, "Let go."
Bo Jinzhou's voice was slightly slurred with drunkenness, "I feel a little unwell, don't move around."
Jiang Yimian resisted the urge to roll her eyes: "Why are you holding me if you're in pain? My hand isn't a painkiller."
Bo Jinzhou: "Your skillful hands rubbing my stomach are the best painkiller."
Jiang Yimian sneered: "Heh, if you're full, I suggest you take some digestive pills. Why are you rubbing your stomach? Are you a child?"
Bo Jinzhou glared at her with displeasure, "Jiang Mianmian, why do you talk so much? Hurry up."
Jiang Yimian reluctantly placed her hand on his stomach, rubbing it casually through his thick clothes. Bo Jinzhou clicked his tongue and said, "Put some effort into it."
"How can you rub it through clothes? You have to put your hand inside."
Jiang Yimian's eyes widened. "Why didn't you put it in?"
Bo Jinzhou smiled mischievously: "Are you sure you want me to put it in?"
Song Zhou realized something was wrong and quickly raised the partition.
Jiang Yimian's eyes gradually cleared. "No, no need."
Bo Jinzhou: "Then let's go in."
Jiang Yimian didn't know why, but her face suddenly turned red. She felt that he was talking in a flirtatious way.
What can't be entered?
It's true that spending too much time with Chu Yao has corrupted one's mind.
Bo Jinzhou caught a glimpse of her bright red ears and unnatural expression out of the corner of his eye, and teased, "What dirty thoughts are you having? And you're blushing."
Jiang Yimian withdrew her hand. "You're hot, unlike you who are filthy."
"Am I dirty?"
"Lu Yiwan was practically lying on top of you just now, and you were completely unmoved. Do you want to rekindle your old flame with her? Or have you been living so well in America all these years that you've developed an attitude of accepting anyone who comes your way?"
Bo Jinzhou's gaze was cold and sharp. "I can't be bothered with him."
Jiang Yimian sneered, her eyes conveying an expression that said she had long seen through the excuses of these scumbags. "Very good, keep it up."
Bo Jinzhou was angered by her.
"Can't you talk to me properly?"
Jiang Yimian: "I'm speaking properly, you've misunderstood."
"..."
Upon arriving at Yunduan, Jiang Yimian got out of the car and walked away. Bo Jinzhou leaned against the car door with one hand, his gaze following her figure as she walked, "Jiang Yimian."
She didn't respond, but Bo Jinzhou caught up with her with steady steps, grabbed her wrist, and said, "Try walking one more time."
Jiang Yimian ignored him and continued walking into the house. Bo Jinzhou hugged her from behind, saying, "Help me."
"You walked in a straight line very well just now, you didn't need me to help you."
Jiang Yimian pushed him away, raised her hand to pinch his chin and looked him over. "Your face isn't even red. Looks like you can hold your liquor well."
Bo Jinzhou lowered his head and kissed the base of her thumb. Jiang Yimian shook her hand as if she had touched something dirty, "Are you sick?"
Seeing her disgust, Bo Jinzhou, with a dark face, grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.
Jiang Yimian's mouth was filled with the smell of alcohol, and she felt a little oxygen-deprived. She tried to push him away, but he was too weak to budge. The man in front of her was like an impenetrable wall of steel.
Bo Jinzhou pulled her close with his arm, the tip of her high heel touching his leather shoe.
He forcefully pried open her lips and tongue, entwining them together in a passionate and intense kiss.
When he let go, Jiang Yimian was breathing heavily, her face flushed, and her eyes were somewhat dazed, as if she were drunk.
Bo Jinzhou's lips curled slightly. "Can I help you up now?"
She held back, thinking that revenge is a dish best served cold.
The servants had all gone to rest, and there was no one to help. Jiang Yimian took Bo Jinzhou back to the bedroom and pressed him down on the sofa, saying, "Sit down."
He poured him a glass of water and handed it to him. Bo Jinzhou glanced at it and said with utter disgust, "Just plain water?"
Jiang Yimian: "Do you still want Jinshui?"
Bo Jinzhou: "You should at least add some honey."
She shrugged: "Sorry, I'm not cut out for serving others. Why don't you find another wife? Lu Yiwan is quite nice; she even makes you hangover soup."
"Your clothes are really quite extravagant. Last time it was seaweed soup, and this time it's hangover soup. You guys probably drink this every day in America."
Hearing her sarcastic tone, Bo Jinzhou's expression suddenly brightened. "Jealous?"
Jiang Yimian cursed him in her heart, "Idiot, you're jealous of my ass."
She tossed the cup aside, saying, "Drink it or don't, it's up to you."
Bo Jinzhou grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap. Jiang Yimian threw herself into his arms, her forehead hitting his sharp, cold suit. She narrowed her eyes and immediately struggled, but the man was strong and held her down without moving.
He casually propped his head up with one hand, just looking at her. "Where are you going? Did I hit the nail on the head?"
"You're right, alright, let go."
Bo Jinzhou: "Help me loosen my tie."
“I told you, I’m not cut out to serve people,” she refused.
"Then I'll serve you."
As he spoke, he unzipped the down jacket and reached inside the sweater. His fingers were slightly cool, which made Jiang Yimian shiver.
"Have you gone mad from drinking?" she stopped him. "Come out now."
Bo Jinzhou leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Where did you come from?"
Jiang Yimian blushed; she was at a disadvantage in terms of experience.
Dirty cucumber.
Bo Jinzhou was very skilled, biting her ear and savoring it, his breath tickling her ear and arousing her sensitivity.
The buttons on her jeans were undone, and Jiang Yimian turned her head, her lips just touching his. Bo Jinzhou pressed his advantage, his other hand no longer lying around, encircling her.
“…Ugh,” she slumped backward, the man in front of her pressing on, “You didn’t wash your hands.”
Bo Jinzhou's deep, husky voice said, "It's not over yet."
Jiang Yimian curled up into a ball, shrinking back until she slid off the sofa.
She was almost disheveled, scrambling and crawling away from the area.
She hurriedly straightened her clothes with her back to the man, then turned around and glared angrily at him, cursing, "You dog of a man, are you sick in the head?"
Bo Jinzhou looked at her leisurely, a smile playing on his lips. His shirt collar was wrinkled, his tie was loose, and he exuded a cold, roguish air.
She turned around angrily, feeling that if she slapped him, this bastard would lick her lips and say, "You did a good job!"
Jiang Yimian went to bed early after taking a shower. When Bo Jinzhou came out of the bathroom, he found a thick pillow in the middle, covering his head and back.
Bo Jinzhou sneered and threw all the pillows down. He pulled her into his arms and before Jiang Yimian could curse, he threatened, "If you resist again, I'll rip your pants off right now."
Jiang Yimian dared not move, obediently curling herself up and unwillingly being held by him.
For the sake of the bigger picture, she endured it.
Bo Jinzhou only calmed down when he saw that she had behaved herself. He wouldn't let her eat meat, not even give her meat soup. Even capitalists aren't as cunning as she is.
After a long while, she heard even breathing above her head. Jiang Yimian tentatively moved, but as soon as she got off him, he pulled her back up and slapped her bottom, accompanied by a threatening voice: "Behave yourself."
Jiang Yimian blushed deeply; this was simply too much.
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