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Chen Rancheng comes from a "red second generation" family. His father, Chen Lingguo, was a general, and his mother was a military doctor who was later transferred to the Army People's Hospital.
If it weren't for his powerful connections, Wang Wukun wouldn't have been so eager to curry favor with him, constantly stuffing people next to him.
He wasn't sure if Chen Rancheng knew anything he didn't, or if Chen Rancheng had any leverage over him. Rather than waiting passively, he decided to strike directly, because he had already weighed the options in his mind.
"I have other matters to attend to, please excuse me."
Perhaps due to his family background, Chen Rancheng had no interest in romantic relationships before he had achieved success in his career.
Accept the loneliness and boredom of being alone with equanimity. Even if you are successful in your career and young and promising, you can still be carefree and independent.
As the song ended, Shen Tinghe stepped down from the stage. Many men watched her with eager anticipation, wanting to dance with this stranger.
Shen Tinghe clearly looked down on these self-proclaimed handsome but greasy men and rejected them all.
Some arrogant and conceited people thought she was playing hard to get, so they reached out and touched her fair shoulders, pulling her close with great force.
Alina, who had come with her, had disappeared somewhere to fool around, and she didn't place any hope in her.
Everyone's the same; they go to the bar, have fun, then go home and find their own gigolos.
Shen Tinghe went along with it, trying to lower his guard.
Suddenly, the weight on her shoulder lightened, and the arm pressing on her shoulder was grabbed. Chen Rancheng pulled the drunkard off her.
"roll."
My waist was pulled back abruptly, catching me completely off guard.
Shen Tinghe lost her balance and bumped into Chen Rancheng, whose arm, which had just been lowered, went back to her waist.
Perhaps not expecting that the woman was already taken, the drunkard, pretending to be intoxicated, wisely slipped away.
Chen Rancheng lowered his voice and pulled her closer, putting his arm around her waist, "Cooperate with me, put your arm around my waist."
As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Tinghe felt a hand on her waist squeeze her, lifting her soft flesh and sending a tingling sensation through her.
Her hands, not controlled by her brain, automatically wrapped around Chen Rancheng, and she leaned against him, her bare white neck pressed against his white shirt, through the thin, barely perceptible fabric.
A faint fragrance lingers in the air, light and refreshing.
Shi Yu drove the car to the door. After getting in, the two of them separated. Chen Rancheng tugged at his collar, took off his tie, and threw it aside.
In the dimly lit car, Shen Tinghe shone like a starry river fallen to earth, her long hair cascading down and obscuring a large part of the beautiful scenery.
“A car is following us.”
In the rearview mirror, a black car was following behind. When Shi Yu turned right, they turned right too. When Shi Yu went up the bridge, they went up the bridge too, without any fear of being discovered.
Chen Rancheng did know about the disreputable things Wang Wukun did, but he didn't think much of it. He wasn't from the disciplinary inspection department, and he didn't intend to use Wang Wukun's prostitution to control him.
Unfortunately, the person seemed oblivious to his hints. The best way to lower someone's guard is to reveal your secret to them.
"Ignore him, go to the nearest hotel."
Shen Tinghe's nerves tightened instantly upon hearing the word "hotel." Was it not over yet? The warmth of the touch on her waist still lingered.
Chen Ran gave her a reassuring look.
There was a five-star hotel right after they got off the bridge. Chen Rancheng told Shi Yu to go back first, and he booked a suite for himself.
He put his arm around Shen Tinghe and they entered the elevator. As soon as they entered, the two of them automatically separated, and the mirror on the side reflected Shen Tinghe's awkwardness.
Even though it was acting, I still had the illusion that I was going to sleep with him later.
Although she had been to countless bars, she had never been to a hotel with a man before. She turned to look at herself in the mirror, thankfully she had applied blush, and silently breathed a sigh of relief.
The elevator stopped at several floors before finally arriving at the eighth floor together with the elevator next to it.
Before Shen Tinghe even stepped out of the elevator, she heard someone outside saying, "What a coincidence, Chen Si."
Chen Rancheng greeted Wang Wukun with a cold face, "It is quite a coincidence."
He pulled Shen Tinghe's head into his arms, his lips landing on her forehead, covering her face.
With such a beauty in my arms, I won't disturb you any longer.
Shen Tinghe obediently draped her arm over Chen Rancheng and buried her head in his neck. The servant's actions made him subconsciously pick up Shen Tinghe.
Her spread legs clamped around his waist, her warm breath fell on his neck, and the moment her soft body pressed against him, he tensed up, able to feel the softness on her chest.
The arms wrapped around her neck, the bare waist, skin to skin. The hands around her waist couldn't resist the smooth, soft temptation, rubbing back and forth a few times.
A slight shiver made Shen Tinghe shift her body uncomfortably, but no matter how she shifted, it didn't feel right, and she felt uncomfortable down there.
Her twisting waist seemed to be a switch controlling the veins on Chen Ran's forehead, bouncing up and down as she slapped her buttocks, saying, "Behave yourself."
The crisp "smack" made Shen Tinghe blush. She could feel her buttocks twitch twice, and she became even more restless. "How could you spank my butt!" She wasn't a child anymore.
Completely unaware that she had started a fire, Shen Tinghe began to tremble all over, crying out, "Put me down! There's no one here!"
Chen Rancheng, having lost his patience, straightened his back and said, "Still making a fuss, still making a fuss."
Something hard pressed against her lower abdomen and even poked it in. Even through her clothes, Shen Tinghe could feel its size and warmth.
Shen Tinghe stiffly hugged his neck and stopped making a fuss. Chen Rancheng strode towards the door.
"Does your son know about this?"
Who will he have a son with? A celibate old man.
"He is not my son."
The room card was placed on the sensor, and with a "ding," the door opened; the lights turned on the moment the card was inserted.
"Come down."
Shen Tinghe held his legs on his waist without moving, and lifted his buttocks to rub against his hardened penis.
When their eyes met, she saw his eyebrows twitch and his eyes flash with a warning.
She was slapped on the buttock again, and Shen Tinghe's body trembled. She pressed herself against him, her lower abdomen against his, the heat burning through the thin shirt.
I was flattered by the large number of people.
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