0012 Hotel
Yes, Song Ning knew she was crazy, otherwise why would she have come to the hotel with Cheng Yanchu?
"Want to take a shower first?" Cheng Yanchu tossed his dark blue suit jacket onto the sofa.
"Aren't you afraid I'll regret it after taking a shower?" Song Ning put down her bag, walked to the presidential suite, and looked out.
The night view at a five-figure price per night is indeed quite beautiful.
Cheng Yanchu leaned back lazily on the sofa, crossed his legs, took out a cigarette from his suit pocket, lit it, and said: "I don't like being forced. You can leave."
"Is it that you don't like being forced, or that you can't?" Song Ning turned around and leaned against the windowsill. The slit of her fishtail dress went from her thigh to her ankle, revealing her fair, long legs. Her hand landed on Cheng Yanchu's shadow on the windowsill. "You're acting so obedient just to please your family, aren't you?"
Cheng Yanchu's face turned cold, and he stared at Song Ning with a chilling gaze: "You came to the hotel with me to start a fight?"
Song Ning lowered her head and chuckled, "Watching you change your expression is really interesting."
"Damn it, I shouldn't have believed your nonsense." Cheng Yanchu flicked the ash from her cigarette.
Song Ning smiled and said, "Didn't I already say it? You agreed to my conditions, so tonight I'll be your girlfriend."
"Impossible, find someone else." Cheng Yanchu refused completely, leaving no room for negotiation. "Song Ning, I like you. If you want me to go crazy with you, I'll do it as long as my family doesn't know. But if you want me to marry you now, that's impossible."
"Then why did you bring me to open a hotel?" Song Ning knew, of course, that Cheng Yanchu would never marry her; that's why she said it.
"Didn't you come along too?" Cheng Yanchu stubbed out his cigarette and stood up.
"Perhaps I'm giving each other a chance." Song Ning felt a pang of pain in her heart as she watched Cheng Yanchu walk towards her.
"Then let's see. Didn't you tolerate me touching you today?" Cheng Yanchu stood in front of Song Ning, took her hand, and walked towards the room.
"That's true, let's give it a try."
Let's see if she can accept anyone else entering her body besides him.
As she was pushed onto the bed, Song Ning laughed, a carefree laugh, but her stomach churned with acid, and a wave of nausea washed over her, forcing out physiological tears.
Cheng Yanchu stood by the bed, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty, before finally pressing down on her.
So heavy!
Song Ning endured the oppressive feeling on her body; all the organs in her abdomen felt like they were being twisted together, making her so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry.
Cheng Yanchu lowered his head, wanting to kiss her, but Song Ning turned her head away: "Don't forget, you didn't agree to my conditions."
Kissing is not included in this scope.
"You're shaking!"
Cheng Yanchu growled at Song Ning, pinching her face hard so that Song Ning tried to push him away.
She saw anger and disdain in Cheng Yanchu's sharp eyes. Song Ning knew that he had been hurt, so when Cheng Yanchu kissed her neck, she did not push him away.
The sticky lips brought Song Ning no pleasure whatsoever; instead, they felt like a venomous snake coiling around her neck, suffocating her. She reached out to cover Cheng Yanchu's chest, but he grabbed her hand and pressed it above her head.
He kissed her more passionately, moving downwards, his hands tracing the curves of her skirt.
I feel nauseous, I can't hold it in anymore.
Just as Cheng Yanchu's lips were about to kiss the butterfly tattoo on her left breast, Song Ning could no longer control her nausea. She kicked Cheng Yanchu in the groin, pushed him aside as he roared in pain, and rushed into the toilet.
--vomit……
Song Ning leaned against the sink, turned on the water, and began to vomit violently.
She emptied the remaining bitter fluid from her stomach, wiped the condensation off the mirror, and looked at her ruined makeup and the bruises on her neck, giving a self-deprecating smile.
As expected, there was still no way to resolve it.
When Song Ning finished cleaning herself up and came out, the room was filled with the smell of smoke. Cheng Yanchu was surrounded by the smoke and looked at Song Ning with disgust.
Song Ning knew it was her fault tonight. She shouldn't have provoked Cheng Yanchu and shouldn't have done such a childish thing. She sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry, it was my fault tonight. I'll transfer the hotel and medical expenses to you. I'll be leaving now."
She has never been popular; one person after another around her dislikes her. But that's just who she is—selfish and despicable…
But there is one thing she still wants to hold onto.
That person was too pure, so pure that she couldn't bear to degrade herself.
"What's wrong with you? If he wanted to sleep with you, would you react this strongly? Or is he the only one who can make you spread your legs?" Cheng Yanchu's tone was vicious and disgusted.
Song Ning walked outside, then picked up an ashtray in the living room, stood at the doorway of the room, and smashed it against the bedside table where Cheng Yanchu was leaning.
Cheng Yanchu didn't dodge, but he wasn't injured either, because Song Ning avoided him.
Cheng Yanchu pointed to his head and said coldly, "You should have hit it more accurately, hit it here."
Song Ning turned and left. She had had enough of tonight, enough of her own stupidity and naivety. She missed that person so much, she wanted him to hold her hand, say nothing, and just stay by her side.
Song Ning pounded on Shen Yuxiu's door, so hard that she was afraid he wouldn't hear her. She almost broke the doorbell, but she still wouldn't stop.
“Shen Yuxiu! You bastard, come out here! If I don’t answer your calls, can’t you just call a few more times? Can’t you come to my dorm? Aren’t you afraid I’ll be in danger? Why should I give you up and find someone else? No way! I’ll get you and then dump you, making you cry and beg me to come back to you.”
But Song Ning slapped her hand so hard that she couldn't wait for Shen Yuxiu to come out and open the door. Song Ning knew in her heart that he wasn't there. If he were, he would have come to open the door long ago. If he were there, she wouldn't have said those words just now.
Song Ning didn't wait for Shen Yuxiu. She couldn't go back to the dormitory in her condition. He had said he would save a room for her last time, but he didn't even leave her the key. She came, but he wasn't there.
Song Ning took off her high heels and placed them beside her. She squatted barefoot at the entrance of the room until her legs went numb. Suddenly, the elevator outside the corridor opened, and she saw two people walking down the corridor.
Song Ning recognized them just by their silhouettes.
Jiang Xisheng was supporting Shen Yuxiu, whose steps were unsteady, indicating that he was probably drunk.
When Jiang Xisheng saw Song Ning, his eyes showed his "unwelcome" as always, and his face had an expression that said "I knew it".
Jiang Xisheng was Shen Yuxiu's childhood friend, best friend, and college classmate. He had known and spent more time with Shen Yuxiu than Song Ning had, so Song Ning was jealous of him.
Song Ning got up, but her legs were numb. She didn't want Jiang Xisheng to notice, so she pretended to be indifferent and stood there. But only she knew how much she wanted to know why he was drunk.
He has a decent alcohol tolerance; he's never gotten drunk after downing three glasses of 60-proof liquor. Why is he drunk today?
Jiang Xisheng helped Shen Yuxiu over, glanced at the bruise on her neck that even an adult would recognize, and said in an unpleasant tone, "If you're not going to help, then step aside, little miss."
Normally, Song Ning would have responded with a "good grandson," but today she wasn't in the mood to argue. She stepped aside, her feet as soft as cooked noodles, and her legs felt numb and uncomfortable.
Jiang Xisheng took the key out of Shen Yuxiu's pocket, opened the door, and went inside.
Song Ning followed him inside. Jiang Xisheng didn't stop her, but he wouldn't let her take care of Shen Yuxiu.
He personally helped Shen Yuxiu into the second bedroom, closed the door, and told Song Ning to leave: "Go back, I'll stay here and take care of him."
Song Ning ignored Jiang Xisheng, went to the master bedroom to get a quilt, and went to the sofa in the living room to lie down: "I'm very tired today, so I'll sleep here. It's good that you stay. Anyway, I don't know how to take care of people. If you stay, you can take care of him."
Jiang Xisheng seemed speechless at Song Ning's self-righteousness. He turned on the air conditioner in the room, sat down on the sofa next to Song Ning, crossed his legs, and looked at her.
If Song Ning didn't know that Jiang Xisheng loved Shen Jiayi, she would almost have misunderstood that Jiang Xisheng had feelings for her. She said, "What are you trying to say now? Didn't you say enough two years ago?"
"What happened to your neck?" Jiang Xisheng asked.
"What else could it be? It's just that." Song Ning casually pulled the blanket up to cover her neck.
"So what? You got bullied and want to come to him for comfort? Do you still think of yourself as a 7 or 8-year-old child?" Jiang Xisheng's tone was full of reproach.
"I don't want to argue today." Song Ning simply covered her head, not wanting to hear his lecture.
Jiang Xisheng didn't say anything more, but he didn't leave either. He guarded Song Ning like a wolf, seemingly worried that Song Ning would take advantage of Shen Yuxiu's drunkenness.
When Song Ning woke up in the middle of the night, there was no one else in the room.
They've left?
Song Ning was somewhat incredulous; she thought Jiang Xisheng would stay until Shen Yuxiu woke up before leaving.
Song Ning got up, walked barefoot to Shen Yuxiu's door, and gently pushed it open. She didn't turn on the light, afraid of waking him.
He was fast asleep, and there was a strong smell of alcohol on him, which didn't suit him at all, but she didn't mind. No matter what, she loved him.
Song Ning carefully got into bed and lay down on her side next to him. She couldn't see his face clearly, but could only sense his general outline. His breathing was light and gentle, just like him.
Song Ning reached out to his pillow, took his hand, and then closed her eyes: "Sweet dreams, brother."
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