Chapter 24
◎“I can’t resist, I want to bite.”◎
Just a little rub?
He practically said "I'm not going in for now," he was just being a scoundrel, could he be any more shameless?
Cheng Jiamo pouted angrily, her cheeks puffed out like she was holding a huge piece of candy, looking as angry as a little pufferfish.
She really wanted to curse He Qingzhao, but she had never cursed anyone before, and she rarely even argued with anyone. Her mind was blank, and she had no idea how to curse. She could only feel angry.
Looking at her fierce yet adorable appearance, He Qingzhao found her incredibly cute and endearing, and his heart melted.
He reached out and pulled her into his arms, unable to resist caressing her, and kissed the corner of her lips.
"Aren't you feeling unwell?"
Cheng Jiaming was about to ask, "What's wrong? Is it uncomfortable?", but before she could open her mouth, He Qingzhao took advantage of her momentary lapse in attention and touched her, saying in a low, hoarse voice, "It's all water, completely soaked."
Cheng Jiamo's cheeks flushed bright red, and she glared at him angrily, "It's all your fault!"
She must be feeling terrible, but what can she do? She can only endure it; she can't just take her clothes off, can she?
He Qingzhao hooked his index finger around the edge of the cotton fabric and gently tugged at it, then whispered in her ear, "If you feel uncomfortable, take it off."
"I won't take it off!" Cheng Jiamo resolutely refused.
He Qingzhao flicked his finger, drawing out a pool of water. He rubbed his fingers against her lower back and patted her waist.
"Sweetie, go to the bathroom and take it off."
Cheng Jiamo glared at him angrily: "I won't take it off."
He Qingzhao didn't say anything more. Cheng Jiamo thought he had become a good person again, but after she got into his car, she realized how awful this man was.
He forcefully took off her clothes, stuffed them into his own pocket, and then held her on his lap, kissing her passionately for a while.
Cheng Jiamo decided that she would never wear a skirt again. Wearing a skirt in front of He Qingzhao was like opening the door to a thief, welcoming him in.
"Wait for me in the car." He Qingzhao kissed her on the lips, then opened the car door and got out.
Cheng Jiamo also wanted to get out, but found that she couldn't open the car door.
Why can't I open the door?
He Qingzhao smiled with narrowed eyes: "To prevent you from running away, I put a child lock on you."
He smiled like a fox, his face full of cunning.
Not only that, he also lowered the partition between the front and rear seats and rolled the car windows down halfway.
In this way, Cheng Jiamo couldn't climb from the back to the front, nor could she climb out the window; she was completely trapped and could only sit in the car.
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
She didn't believe it and tried turning both doors, but they wouldn't open. Sure enough, he had put on the child lock.
"He Qingzhao, how could you do this? This is illegal imprisonment!"
He Qingzhao reached into the car and touched her face: "Baby, this is called romance."
Cheng Jiamo was too lazy to argue with him anymore. She had seen through him. He Qingzhao's refined manner was just a facade. In reality, he was very cunning and a complete scoundrel. He was also very sharp-tongued. She couldn't win an argument with him at all.
"Don't you have something to do? Go quickly."
He Qingzhao left the car keys with her and said, "The child lock is open, but you'd better not run away."
Cheng Jiamo smiled at him: "Okay, I won't run away. I'll wait for you in the car."
He Qingzhao said, "The housekeeper will bring you clothes in a little while. If the housekeeper doesn't see you when he comes, I will go directly to your dormitory tonight."
Cheng Jiamo's eyes widened in fright: "I won't run, I absolutely won't run, you go quickly."
She was completely terrified of him!
He Qingzhao patted her head: "Good girl, I'll be back soon."
He turned around, went around to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and took out a clean suit.
Cheng Jiamo asked, "Are you going to change your clothes in the car?"
He Qingzhao smiled and said, "If you don't mind, that's fine too."
"I mind, go change in the restroom yourself!" She quickly closed the car window, as if that would keep He Qingzhao away.
In reality, if he wanted to come in, there was no way she could stop him. The car belonged to him, so he could come in whenever he wanted.
He Qingzhao didn't go in. Firstly, he was too tall, and it was inconvenient for him to change clothes in the car, as he couldn't stretch his arms and legs. Secondly, he knew very well that his behavior today had indeed gone a bit too far, and the girl's patience had reached its limit. If he continued to tease her, he would really scare her away.
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The airshow hall at the university was built just two years ago, with a total investment of 500 million yuan, of which He Qingzhao contributed 200 million yuan.
He donated so much money not as unconditional charity, but for the technological patents and team that the university possesses in the aerospace field.
Professor Yang's team is a top-notch team in the industry. Their technology in aerospace projects is something countless companies would kill to obtain.
He Qingzhao was supposed to come to the university to meet Professor Yang three days ago, but Professor Yang had not returned by then. So, as soon as he returned to Beijing yesterday, he rushed over early this morning.
"I'm sorry to have kept Mr. He waiting." A middle-aged man in his early fifties walked towards He Qingzhao with a smile.
He Qingzhao quickly stepped forward and shook hands with him, saying, "Professor Yang, you're too kind. I just arrived recently."
Professor Yang gestured for him to enter: "President He, please, let's talk inside the exhibition hall."
"Professor Yang, please." He Qingzhao stepped aside to let Professor Yang go first.
He Zongxun and the other two were already waiting inside the exhibition hall. As soon as He Qingzhao and Professor Yang entered, the three of them stood up and walked over.
The three stepped forward and shook hands with Professor Yang to greet him.
"Dad." A young and beautiful girl, who looked to be in her early twenties, walked down the spiral staircase.
Zhong Qi looked up and chuckled, "Oh my, is that Panpan?"
Yang Panpan walked down with a smile and said coquettishly, "Who else could it be but me? Brother Zhong Qi is really forgetful."
Zhong Qi smiled and looked at Yang Panpan: "Don't try to defend me. What do you mean by 'noble person'? The Qing Dynasty has been gone for over a hundred years. Our proletarian society doesn't follow the old ways. There's no such thing as 'noble' or 'not noble.' Everyone is equal now."
Finally, he smiled and praised him.
"It's mainly because girls change a lot as they grow up. I haven't seen you for several years, and you've become more and more beautiful, which is why I didn't recognize you at first glance."
Yang Panpan giggled, amused. "Brother Zhongqi, you're still as humorous as ever." Then she looked at He Qingzhao and asked with a smile, "Brother Qingzhao, did you not recognize me either?"
Yang Panpan's mother is the homeroom teacher at Zhongqi High School, teaching Chinese, and also teaches the class that He Qingzhao is in.
He Qingzhao smiled gently and said, "You're calling Professor Yang 'Dad,' so it's hard for me not to recognize you."
Yang Panpan walked to He Qingzhao's side, patted his arm with a smile, and said in a coquettish tone, "So, did you recognize him or not?"
He Qingzhao smiled and subtly moved two steps to the side.
Yang Panpan wanted to follow, but Professor Yang quickly stopped her, saying, "Alright, Panpan, we have something to talk about. You can go out now."
“Okay, Dad.” Yang Panpan nodded obediently, then looked at He Qingzhao and smiled at him.
After Yang Panpan left, Professor Yang made a helpless expression: "She's all grown up now, but sometimes she acts like a child. The older she gets, the more..."
He didn't finish his sentence, then shook his head, smiled, and sighed.
"well."
Zhong Qi glanced at He Qingzhao and smiled enigmatically.
He Qingzhao maintained his refined and gentle demeanor, his face bearing a warm and gentle smile, but he only smiled faintly and did not respond to Professor Yang's words.
Professor Yang stopped there and didn't say anything more.
The group started talking about aviation technology as they walked upstairs.
There is an exhibition hall upstairs that is not open to the public, which displays experimental models from the past six months.
After coming downstairs, Professor Yang received a phone call and walked to the side with his phone.
Zhong Qi walked over to He Qingzhao, handed him a cigarette, and said with a smile, "It seems that Old Yang not only wants to give you his technology, but also his life's work."
Zhao Yue laughed and exposed him: "Professor Yang wants to recruit you as his son-in-law."
He Qingzhao took the cigarette and put it in his mouth.
Zhong Qi lit his lighter and lit his cigarette for him.
He Qingzhao took a deep breath, his cheeks hollowed out, and exhaled a string of smoke rings through his thin lips.
Zhong Qi choked on his cigarette while laughing, turned to the side and coughed a few times, then laughed and cursed, "When are you going to stop showing off? You're acting like you're on top of the world just because you're smoking a cigarette."
He Qingzhao took the cigarette with two fingers, flicked off the ash, and raised an eyebrow smugly.
Zhong Qi spat and said, "If you keep pretending like that, you'll get struck by lightning sooner or later!"
He Zongxun, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, leaned closer, exhaling smoke as he asked, "Was that girl the one you took to the banquet earlier?"
He Qingzhao glanced at him: "What's it to you?"
He Zongxun was speechless but not angry. He just smiled and said, "If you like it, that's fine."
He Qingzhao stubbed out the cigarette he had only taken a few puffs of, stuffed the cigarette butt into Zhong Qi's hand, and took out his phone to make a call.
Just as Zhong Qi was about to curse, He Qingzhao shushed him.
He assumed He Qingzhao had something important to say, so he refrained from speaking.
Who knew that after He Qingzhao made the call, he said as he walked, "Don't take her home yet. Take her to the Kyoto Hotel and arrange a room for her." He also said, "Give her the phone."
Then he walked further and further away with his phone in his hand, and Zhong Qi didn't hear what he said afterward.
"What does he mean by that?" Zhong Qi turned to He Zongxun and asked.
He Zongxun didn't speak, but just silently smoked.
He Qingzhao went to a secluded spot to make a phone call, and his voice unconsciously softened, unlike the gentleness he displayed in public.
Although he always appeared gentle and refined in public, his gentleness was actually distant and indifferent, making him seem like a cloud in the sky or a cold moon in the night sky—untouchable and unapproachable.
However, when he spoke to Cheng Jiamo at this moment, his tone was as gentle as a spring breeze, warm and soft, which could be clearly felt.
"Momo, the housekeeper will take you to the Kyoto Hotel in a little while. Take a shower first, and we'll have lunch there before going back."
Cheng Jiamo replied softly, "Okay, I understand."
He Qingzhao chuckled: "So well-behaved?"
Cheng Jiamo said, "Those who know when to yield are the heroes. How can I not be obedient?"
He Qingzhao chuckled softly, "Then how about being good like this tonight too?"
Cheng Jiamo glanced at the housekeeper and coughed awkwardly, "We'll talk later, I'll hang up now."
The phone wasn't hers; it belonged to the housekeeper. Yet He Qingzhao was flirting with her without any restraint. He was utterly shameless.
A dozen minutes later, the butler took Cheng Jiamo to the Kyoto Grand Hotel and arranged a VIP lounge with a bathroom for her.
Cheng Jiamo finished washing up, changed into clean clothes, and was drying her hair when there was a knock on the door.
She paused, turned off the hairdryer, and turned around to ask, "Who is it?"
A deep, husky voice rang out from outside the door: "Room check."
Cheng Jiamo ignored her and turned around to continue drying her hair.
The door was pushed open, He Qingzhao walked into the room, closed the door, walked behind her, hugged her, lowered his head and buried his face in her neck, and sniffed her tenderly.
"It smells so good." After saying that, he opened his mouth and bit her shoulder.
Cheng Jiamo was bitten and, in pain, hit him with a hairdryer: "What are you doing? Are you a dog? Why do you always bite me?"
She was both angry and ashamed, and used the hairdryer to push him away from his chest.
He Qingzhao snatched the hairdryer from her hand, hugged her and kissed her repeatedly, lovingly holding and rubbing her in his arms.
He buried his face in her chest, kissing and nuzzling her, his voice hoarse as he said, "I can't help it, I want to bite."
At this point, even he himself didn't realize that his feelings for Cheng Jiamo were purely physical.
The moment he saw her, he wanted to hug and kiss her, to frantically enter her body, and to completely possess her.
Cheng Jiamo's body felt hot and weak from his kisses, and she involuntarily leaned back, panting softly.
"He Qingzhao, please, please don't kiss me... I just finished showering."
He Qingzhao took it in her mouth and sucked hard, her voice hoarse as she said, "I'll wash it later."
Cheng Jiamo didn't want to wash anymore, so she pushed him away forcefully with both hands on his shoulders, saying, "Stop kissing me!"
Knock knock—
There was a knock on the door.
Yang Panpan's voice rang out from outside the door: "Brother Qingzhao, are you in there?"
Cheng Jiamo tensed up abruptly and slapped his shoulder hard.
"Get out of here quickly, someone is looking for you."
He Qingzhao didn't open the door or let go of Cheng Jiamo, but instead said loudly, "Come in."
After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed Cheng Jiamo's lips.
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