Chapter 25
◎He bit his lip until it bled◎
Cheng Jiamo was so frightened that she bit He Qingzhao's lip hard, drawing blood.
The taste of blood filled her mouth, making her feel nauseous and her stomach churn. Physiological tears welled up in her eyes.
She pushed He Qingzhao away with all her might, staring at him with reddened eyes.
The door didn't open, and Professor Yang's voice came from outside: "What are you doing standing here?"
Yang Panpan said, "Dad, Qingzhao is inside. I'll go in and talk to him for a while."
Professor Yang said sternly, "President He is resting. What are you doing coming in? You have no manners at all."
"Dad, Qingzhao let me in, I..."
"Aren't you coming over?"
Then there was silence, and the door was not opened.
Cheng Jiamo breathed a sigh of relief, her tense body relaxed, and she slumped onto the sofa like a deflated balloon.
He Qingzhao braced himself on either side of her, leaning down to look at her: "What a pity."
"What's a pity?" Cheng Jiamo asked him.
He Qingzhao lowered his head and leaned close to her face: "It's a pity no one saw me kiss you."
"You!" Cheng Jiamo was so angry that she kicked him.
However, the moment her foot touched He Qingzhao's shirt, he grabbed her ankle.
"He Qingzhao, let go." She kicked her legs, her face flushed.
He Qingzhao held her fair and slender ankle, looked at her well-proportioned calves, felt a tightness in his throat, and opened his mouth to bite down.
Cheng Jiamo's heart skipped a beat when he bit her, and she kicked a few times, her face flushed: "Why do you always bite me?"
He Qingzhao put her ankles on his shoulders, leaned down and pressed her down, sucked hard on her lips, and said while rubbing her lips, "I want to bite, I want to bite every part of your body, bite you until you cry and beg me."
As Cheng Jiamo listened to his deep, magnetic voice and his domineering, lewd words, she felt a tingling, itchy sensation in her heart, and deep down she even had an urge to be bitten by him.
However, she quickly suppressed the thought as soon as it crossed her mind.
She's gone mad! How could she have such an absurd idea?!
She feigned toughness and said, "You wish! I'm not asking you for anything, and why would I ask you for anything?"
He Qingzhao kissed her face and moved to her ear, rubbing her ear with his warm and sexy lips, then sucking and biting her soft earlobe, and gently licking her ear cartilage.
After his actions, Cheng Jiamo was completely overwhelmed.
"He Qingzhao." She called him softly, her voice trembling with a sob, a sob that was both painful and joyful.
He Qingzhao whispered in her ear, "Can't you even take it?"
Cheng Jiamo gasped for breath: "What exactly do you want?"
He Qingzhao's voice was hoarse: "What do you think I want to do, hmm?" He arched his broad, taut shoulders and gently bit her cheek. "I want to do you."
Cheng Jiamo should have been disgusted by his vulgar and crude words, but for some reason, she was instead stimulated by a secret excitement deep inside her, and she actually wanted him to continue biting, kissing, and licking her.
She was startled by her own thoughts, and with a sudden jolt, she pushed him away in a panic.
"He Qingzhao, get out of the way!"
He Qingzhao buried his face in her neck and breathed heavily, "I regret it."
"Regret what?"
"I regret setting a one-month deadline."
Cheng Jiamo placed her hands on his shoulders: "You promised, you can't go back on your word!"
He Qingzhao chuckled lightly: "I won't go back on my word, but you have to let me have a taste of the sweetness."
After saying that, he lowered his head, bit the pink buttons, and unbuttoned them one by one with his teeth.
The door was knocked on again; it was the sound of a clock striking.
"Old He, what are you doing in there? Why aren't you coming out yet?"
He Qingzhao had just put it in her mouth when she heard a knock on the door, and angrily bit it lightly.
Cheng Jiamo was bitten and felt pain, so she raised her hand and slapped the back of his head.
"He Qingzhao, if you bite me again, I'll really get angry."
This man is a real dog; he's always biting her, either her neck or her legs, and now he's biting her again...
He Qingzhao spat it out, looked at the faint red mark on her snow-white skin, her Adam's apple bobbed, she pressed her face against it, rubbed it greedily, and then restrained herself from kissing it.
Cheng Jiamo trembled slightly beneath him, placed her hand behind his head, and gently patted it: "He Qingzhao, I'm so hungry."
As soon as she finished speaking, her stomach rumbled.
She bit her lip awkwardly, burying her face in his chest in embarrassment.
He Qingzhao paused for a moment, then chuckled in a deep voice, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
He smiled and buried his head in her belly, kissing her fair and flat stomach.
"Okay, let's go eat." He buttoned up her clothes for her and then picked up the hairdryer to dry her still-dry hair.
After he finished blowing, he stood behind her and ran his fingers through her hair.
Do you want to put on makeup?
Cheng Jiamo doesn't have the habit of wearing makeup, nor does she know how to.
"No." She shook her head. "I'm clumsy, I don't know how to do it."
He Qingzhao stroked her fair face, traced her arched eyebrows with his thumb, and looked at her tenderly and affectionately: "I'll do your makeup and draw your eyebrows when we get back, okay?"
He has hands that can paint beautiful pictures, so drawing eyebrows and eyes is naturally a piece of cake for him.
Under his domineering and forceful methods, Cheng Jiamo could at least keep her heart even if she couldn't protect her body. However, when faced with his gentle advances, she couldn't even keep her heart.
She was completely unable to resist the gentle and refined He Qingzhao. When she heard him say in a low voice that he would draw her eyebrows, she felt even more pleasure than when He Qingzhao performed oral sex on her. The former was only physical pleasure, and it was forced, while the latter was a pleasure that arose spontaneously from the depths of her heart.
He Qingzhao saw her reaction clearly, and now he knew exactly what to do to make her lower her guard and open up to him.
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Dining is in a private room on the second floor, which is even more luxurious than a regular VIP room.
This private room was booked by He Qingzhao on an annual basis. Even if he doesn't come, it's not open to the public and is always reserved for him.
When He Qingzhao led Cheng Jiamo in, everyone was already seated. There were eight people in total: Zhong Qi, He Zongxun, Yang Panpan, Professor Yang, and the other four were members of Professor Yang's team, who were also professors at the university.
Zhao Yue didn't come; he didn't like these kinds of business dinners.
He just happened to run into He Qingzhao today. Since he had nothing else to do, he went with He Qingzhao and the others to take a look around the university. After that, he left.
At this moment, all eight pairs of eyes in the room were looking at He Qingzhao, and at the same time at Cheng Jiamo, who was being held by his hand.
Zhong Qi had wanted to see Cheng Jiamo's face clearly, but He Qingzhao protected her so well that he couldn't even see whether Cheng Jiamo's face was square or round. As a result, he felt a little guilty and even recited a few words to Zhao Yue after entering the exhibition hall.
It wasn't that he was overly curious, nor that he was sordidly coveting his brother's girlfriend; it was simply that this person was none other than He Qingzhao, a top-tier noble young master in Beijing, renowned for both his talent and good looks.
The air of refined elegance and noble bearing that Young Master He exudes is unparalleled among the sons of high-ranking officials in Beijing's elite circles. Even if someone were to feign it, no one could replicate even a fraction of his dignified demeanor.
Moreover, he wasn't entirely faking it; his powerful family background and exceptional talent endowed him with an elegant and refined demeanor.
Back when he was in junior high school, Zhong Qi wondered what kind of girl could catch He Qingzhao's eye.
When they first entered junior high school, He Qingzhao became the school's undisputed heartthrob. Although He Qingzhao was not even twelve years old at the time, it did not stop him from being so handsome that he was outrageously handsome.
Moreover, his handsomeness isn't the kind of roguish, bad-boy handsomeness that's common on campus, or the aloof, ascetic handsomeness. His handsomeness is refined and noble, creating a world of difference between him and ordinary handsomeness.
There are plenty of roguishly handsome boys; almost every school has them. The same goes for aloof and aloof school heartthrobs. But truly refined and elegant young noblemen are extremely rare.
He Qingzhao was that rare and noble young man, from junior high to high school.
Therefore, during his entire adolescence, he must have had at least a thousand or eight hundred girls who liked him, and that's a conservative estimate.
However, He Qingzhao had never liked anyone, not even the several school beauties of his school.
After the college entrance examination, he went abroad to study. In the unrestrained social environment abroad, he still restrained himself and adhered to the rules of celibacy, abstaining from all women, as if he were practicing some kind of peerless virginity cultivation technique, afraid that losing his virginity would cause him to fail in the cultivation.
Two summers ago, one afternoon he went to discuss something with He Qingzhao. When he arrived at He Qingzhao's study, he saw He Qingzhao painting landscapes through the carved window while wearing a moon-white silk shirt.
At that moment, a scene suddenly flashed through his mind.
In the dim light, He Qingzhao picked up his brush to paint. A gentle and beautiful girl, like the misty rain of Jiangnan, nestled beside him, laying out paper and grinding ink for him.
He didn't know why he thought of that scene, but at that moment, it just came to mind.
That day, he even joked with He Qingzhao, "What kind of woman do you like? Is it a talented woman with an artistic bent, or a sexy and beautiful stunner?"
He Qingzhao's answer was: "It's up to fate."
He didn't even pause while saying this, and his tone was very casual, showing that he didn't care about matters between men and women at all.
Coming to his senses, Zhong Qi let out a breath.
At this moment, he finally saw Cheng Jiamo's appearance clearly. She had a very oriental beauty, with an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and skin as white as cream. What was most attractive were her eyes. Although they were very alluring peach blossom eyes, they were watery and full of moisture, like the misty rain of Jiangnan in March, making people feel an involuntary urge to protect her.
Zhong Qi made up his mind: He Qingzhao was doomed.
He didn't need to ask to know that this girl must have been taken in by He Qingzhao on her own initiative, and it was definitely not the young girl who had shamelessly pursued He Qingzhao.
Besides, if someone like He Qingzhao doesn't like you, no matter how thick-skinned you are, it's useless. Even if your skin is as thick as a city wall, you still can't get close to him.
Unexpectedly, the image that flashed through his mind the summer before last, which was just a sudden whim or a flash of inspiration, actually came true.
It turns out that He Qingzhao really likes this style.
He Qingzhao pulled Cheng Jiamo to a seat and said with a smile, "I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting. Professor Yang, please don't be offended. Today is Saturday, and the little one doesn't have classes and doesn't know how to cook, so I had to bring her here. Otherwise, she might have gone hungry at noon."
That's obviously a joke. They have several cooks at home, how could they let anyone go hungry?
His joking tone elicited only laughter from everyone, and no one questioned Cheng Jiamo's identity.
Apart from He Zongxun and Zhong Qi, who dared to make harmless jokes with He Qingzhao, everyone else present, including Professor Yang, dared not inquire about He Qingzhao's affairs or make any jokes.
Professor Yang replied with a smile, "Young girls these days are all like this. Panpan is already twenty-four, and she's hardly ever washed the dishes at home."
Zhong Qi withdrew his gaze and gave He Qingzhao a meaningful smile.
He Qingzhao ignored her and asked Cheng Jiamo, "Any dietary restrictions?"
Cheng Jiamo said, "Didn't I tell you a long time ago that there are no dietary restrictions? Why do you keep asking?"
She wasn't actually an aggressive person; she could have simply answered "no." The reason she spoke so much, even with a hint of impatience in her tone, was because she was angered by He Qingzhao's words.
He Qingzhao called her a "little girl," which is ambiguous. First, it could easily make people think she was his junior, and second, it could easily make people think she was his mistress.
But no matter which one it is, it will make Cheng Jiamo very uncomfortable.
He Qingzhao smiled gently and said, "It's my fault. I have a bad memory. If you say it a few more times, I'll remember it."
Zhong Qi: "..."
He suspected that he had accidentally eaten Boletus luridus, otherwise how could he have seen such a psychedelic phenomenon in broad daylight?
He Qingzhao set out the bowls and chopsticks for Cheng Jiamo before starting to say some polite words.
At meals among older people, especially men, it's almost always a case of drinking and talking a lot, but eating very little.
Cheng Jiamo was the only one who ate attentively throughout the entire meal.
Cheng Jiamo was half full when she looked up and met Yang Panpan's scrutinizing gaze.
It was an arrogant gaze, filled with undisguised contempt.
Cheng Jiamo understood; the other party was treating her like He Qingzhao's kept woman.
She lowered her head, losing all desire to eat.
Although she loves to eat, in this situation, how could she possibly have any appetite?
"I'm full." She wiped her mouth and whispered to He Qingzhao, "Can I go out for a walk?"
He Qingzhao naturally reached out and patted her head, saying in a doting tone, "Okay, but don't run around."
To others, the phrase "Don't run around" seemed like concern, but only Cheng Jiamo knew it was a warning, telling her not to run away.
Cheng Jiamo nodded and replied sullenly, "Okay, I understand."
After she went downstairs, she didn't leave the restaurant, but went to the garden behind it.
It is already late autumn, and there are only some potted chrysanthemums in the garden, not a scene of abundant flowers.
She squatted beside a pot of purple chrysanthemums, reaching out her index finger to touch a chrysanthemum with its layers upon layers of petals. However, as soon as her fingertip touched it, the petals fell off.
How fragile flowers are!
Although she was looking at the flowers, she noticed someone walking over. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the girl from the dining table, but she didn't stand up and pretended not to see her.
Yang Panpan walked up behind her, put her hands behind her back, and asked with a smile, "You're not related to Brother Qingzhao, are you?"
Cheng Jiamo turned her head while squatting down and looked at Yang Panpan: "I am his girlfriend."
Yang Panpan burst out laughing and then covered her lips with her hand.
"His girlfriend?" She clearly didn't believe it, raising her Korean-style eyebrows slightly. "You don't look very old, are you still in school?"
Cheng Jiamo replied, "Yes, I'm currently in university."
Yang Panpan said with a smile, "Do you know? Qingzhao went to university at the age of fifteen, and graduated at the age of nineteen. He had already established his own company abroad at the age of twenty, and it was listed on NASDAQ within three years."
Cheng Jiamo: "Oh."
Yang Panpan boasted about He Qingzhao as if she were showing off: "Brother Qingzhao has been smart and handsome since he was a child. He also comes from a good family. There are many girls who like him. There are countless people who want to be his girlfriend. I have seen too many of them."
Cheng Jiamo smiled gently and said, "You have such a wide range of knowledge. I've never seen any girl like him. On the contrary, he's domineering and insists that I be his girlfriend."
Her gentle words were like a sharp knife, piercing Yang Panpan's heart and leaving her breathless and unable to breathe.
With a "pfft," Zhong Qi, who had been eavesdropping in the shadows, finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.
He Qingzhao, who had just come downstairs, twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth upon hearing this.
This girl really didn't give him any face at all, but he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he felt a sense of excitement at being "forcefully possessed."
Cheng Jiamo turned around and saw He Qingzhao's amused smile. She immediately bit her lower lip, her nervousness visibly palpable.
She only wanted to regain her pitiful self-esteem, so she spoke out of momentary urgency. Little did she expect that He Qingzhao, who was still drinking upstairs, would come down.
What should I do? He's not going to yell at her in public, is he?
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