Chapter 45
◎“Tonight I want to be in the car…”◎
After finishing their classes in the morning, Cheng Jiamo, Zhang Wenqian, and Ding Qiaoqiao walked towards the No. 5 cafeteria, chatting and laughing.
Ding Qiaoqiao walked to Cheng Jiamo's left, nudged her with her elbow, and asked with a smile, "Is your boyfriend coming today?"
Cheng Jiamo's heart skipped a beat. She remembered He Qingzhao's threats before he left, telling her to hope the week would pass slowly, implying that she would be in big trouble by Friday night.
She wasn't sure if He Qingzhao was exaggerating or if he could really do it seven times a night, but one thing she was sure of was that it was easy for He Qingzhao to make her cry, even just with his hands or mouth, he could make her cry and beg for mercy.
She miscalculated. She was so busy arguing with He Qingzhao this morning that she forgot about the dinner invitation tonight. If she calls He Qingzhao now and asks him to come, she'll be in trouble tonight.
What should we do? Should we call He Qingzhao over?
Zhang Wenqian had long suspected that Cheng Jiamo's boyfriend was very wealthy. Seeing Cheng Jiamo's troubled expression, she had a vague idea of what was going on, so she spoke up to help her out: "Why don't you just not invite him? It'll be more comfortable with just a few of us girls. If you really invite your boyfriend over, we'll feel uncomfortable."
Cheng Jiamo glanced at Zhang Wenqian and smiled, "It's okay, I'll just have him come over to show his face, he won't be eating with us."
After she finished speaking, she picked up her phone to call He Qingzhao. Just as she unlocked the screen, He Qingzhao called her.
She quickly answered the phone: "Are you off work yet?"
He Qingzhao said with a smile, "I have flexible hours after get off work, I can leave work anytime."
Cheng Jiamo took a few steps away with her phone and whispered, "I'm treating my roommate to dinner tonight, would it be convenient for you to come over?"
He Qingzhao: "I've already made dinner reservations. I'll have Lao Chen pick you up at 5 p.m.
Cheng Jiamo: "Isn't this too high-profile?"
Her idea was to book a decent restaurant near the school, and He Qingzhao would just come over and make a brief appearance. However, He Qingzhao sent his driver, Lao Chen, to pick her up. Putting aside how conspicuous it would be to send a driver, the restaurants He Qingzhao booked were definitely high-end.
He Qingzhao laughed: "It's not high-profile. I'm not taking you to the Forbidden City for a state banquet. It's just a home-cooked meal. I asked Lao Chen to pick you up because I have a meeting this afternoon and can't make it by five o'clock."
Cheng Jiamo: "If you're really busy, I'll tell them it's fine..."
Before she could refuse, He Qingzhao stopped her, saying, "No rush. The meeting ends at 5:30. Wait for Lao Chen to pick you up and take you to the Kyoto Hotel. I'll be there by then."
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There weren't many classes in the afternoon, only two, which were finished before four o'clock.
The three of them returned to their dormitory. As soon as they put down their textbooks, Ding Qiaoqiao got busy, mainly with Cheng Jiamo, helping her choose clothes and doing her makeup.
Cheng Jiamo was naturally beautiful, with fair and delicate skin and exquisite features. Without makeup, she possessed a pure, fresh, and elegant beauty, while with makeup, she became both charming and alluring, with a hint of desire.
Ding Qiaoqiao held Cheng Jiamo's head with both hands, praising her with admiration: "What does it mean to be a beauty that could topple kingdoms and be a peerless beauty? This is it!" As she spoke, she turned Cheng Jiamo's head towards Zhang Wenqian, "How about it? Isn't she beautiful?"
Zhang Wenqian gave a thumbs up: "Our Momo is just too low-key. She doesn't usually wear makeup or dress up. Otherwise, how could Bai Mengya possibly be the school beauty?"
Ding Qiaoqiao put down her eyebrow pencil and said proudly, "Even someone as low-key as our Momo is the most beautiful girl in the department, and she even seems to be surpassing Bai Mengya in popularity."
Listening to her roommates' mindless flattery, Cheng Jiamo wasn't smug. Instead, she laughed self-deprecatingly, "They're 1.75 meters tall, and I'm 1.63 meters. How am I supposed to flatter them? On stilts?"
Before coming to Beijing to study at university, Cheng Jiamo never thought she was short. After all, there were six or seven girls in her class who were over 1.5 meters tall, while she was 1.63 meters tall, which was considered relatively tall among the girls.
As a result, she came to study in northern Beijing. Among the four people in her dormitory, she was the shortest. Zhang Wenqian was the tallest, at 1.73 meters, Ding Qiaoqiao was 1.69 meters, and even Xia Mei, who had a baby face, was 1.65 meters tall.
School beauty Bai Mengya is 1.75 meters tall, and her long legs alone can overshadow 80% of the girls.
Ding Qiaoqiao disagreed: "Beauty isn't entirely determined by height. The most important things are your face and body proportions. You have both, so even in the entertainment industry full of beauties, you wouldn't lose to anyone."
Zhang Wenqian nodded: "I agree with that. If Momo were to enter the entertainment industry, she could become a top star with just that face."
Cheng Jiamo quickly interrupted them: "There's something else I haven't told you. My boyfriend is a bit older, so there's a generation gap between us. We might not be able to talk to each other. If he's quiet, don't be angry."
Ding Qiaoqiao: "How big?"
Cheng Jiamo: "In her early twenties."
Ding Qiaoqiao patted her chest: "You scared me! I thought you were in your forties or fifties. Your twenties are nothing to be ashamed of. Your twenties are perfectly normal."
Zhang Wenqian added, "I think anyone under thirty isn't considered old, but anyone over thirty is definitely a bit old."
Once the conversation started, everyone was free of reservations and began chatting away.
Ding Qiaoqiao sat opposite Cheng Jiamo and asked with great interest, "What does your boyfriend look like? Is he handsome? How tall is he?"
Zhang Wenqian also watched her with great interest.
Cheng Jiamo smiled and said, "He's very tall and handsome."
Ding Qiaoqiao stared in surprise, "If you think he's handsome, then he must be incredibly handsome. Is he even 1.8 meters tall?"
Cheng Jiamo: "I don't know exactly how tall he is, I've never asked, but when I stand in front of him, I only barely reach his shoulder, my head doesn't even go above his shoulder."
Ding Qiaoqiao: "Damn, it's so tall!"
Zhang Wenqian said, "At least 1.9 meters tall."
The three of them talked, and soon it was five o'clock.
As Cheng Jiamo walked out of the school gate, she immediately spotted the silver Bentley parked outside. The last three digits of its license plate, "666," were easily recognizable and easy to remember.
She walked to the car, opened the back door first, and said with a smile to Ding Qiaoqiao and Zhang Wenqian, "Get in the car."
Ding Qiaoqiao and Zhang Wenqian exchanged a glance, suppressed their shock, and silently got into the car.
Cheng Jiamo walked to the front, opened the passenger door, and got in.
After fastening her seatbelt, Cheng Jiamo smiled and said to the middle-aged man next to her, "Thank you, Uncle Chen, you've worked hard."
Old Chen smiled gently: "Momo, you're too kind. I was originally assigned to be your driver by the master, but you usually don't let me pick you up or drop you off. Plus, the master values you and always picks you up and drops you off personally, which is why I, the driver, have been idle. Luckily, I can pick you up and drop you off from now on, otherwise I would have been fired next month."
Cheng Jiamo replied with a smile, "No, you're He Qingzhao's experienced driver. Even if you don't come to pick me up, he won't fire you."
Ding Qiaoqiao and Zhang Wenqian exchanged silent glances, then looked at Cheng Jiamo, and then secretly examined the interior of the car, their eyes revealing undisguised shock.
Half an hour later, the car stopped outside the Kyoto Hotel.
As soon as Cheng Jiamo got out of the car, a stretched Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up behind her.
When Ding Qiaoqiao saw the high-end luxury double-R car, she secretly gasped and gripped Zhang Wenqian's arm tightly.
Zhang Wenqian, feeling pain from being grabbed, secretly pinched Ding Qiaoqiao's lower back.
Both of them remained conscious despite the pain.
The black car door with the double-R logo opened, and He Qingzhao got out of the car. With his long legs, he walked up to Cheng Jiamo with a dashing air, gently patting her head with a smile: "Baby, you look very charming today."
Cheng Jiamo's face flushed, and she quickly turned around to introduce him: "My roommates, who are also my classmates, are Ding Qiaoqiao and Zhang Wenqian."
She pointed to Ding Qiaoqiao and Zhang Wenqing respectively, then looked at He Qingzhao, her face flushed as if she were drunk, and said shyly, "My boyfriend, He Qingzhao."
He Qingzhao saw her expression clearly and smiled with doting eyes.
Ding Qiaoqiao and Zhang Wenqian looked at each other again, and they both saw the same thought in each other's eyes—what a perfect couple!
The restaurant is located in a luxurious suite on the top floor of the Kyoto Hotel, just as luxurious as the suite where He Qingzhao invited the professor from the Aviation University to dinner. In addition to the luxurious private room, the dinner is also rich and exquisite.
Cheng Jiamo thought He Qingzhao would only stay for a few minutes and then leave, but she didn't expect him to stay with them the whole time and finish the meal with them.
After the meal, He Qingzhao asked Lao Chen to drive Ding Qiaoqiao and Zhang Wenqian back to school. Cheng Jiamo also wanted to go back, but He Qingzhao forced her to stay.
Cheng Jiamo knew in her heart that things were going to get bad; she was in for a lot of trouble tonight.
"I haven't brought my textbooks yet."
He Qingzhao gently stroked her face with the back of his hand, smiling like a cunning fox: "It's okay, I'll have Old Chen bring it to you."
Cheng Jiamo grabbed his hand and shook it: "I was wrong, I was just joking this morning."
He Qingzhao opened the passenger door of the Phantom and pushed her inside: "You're not wrong, I'm the one who's wrong."
Cheng Jiamo felt uneasy and inexplicably afraid.
He Qingzhao bent down to fasten her seatbelt, then smiled and pinched her cheek: "It's my fault, I failed to satisfy you and disappointed you. Tonight I will fulfill your request of seven times in one night."
Cheng Jiamo fearfully pulled herself into the seatbelt: "No, no need, I was just joking."
He Qingzhao raised his hand to look at his watch, and smiled with one corner of his mouth raised: "It's 7:30 now. I'll get home at 8:00. From 8:00 to 12:00, that's 5 times in 4 hours. And from 5:00 to 7:00 in the morning, that's 2 times."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
He Qingzhao: "But that wouldn't count as one night, so..."
Cheng Jiamo hurriedly grabbed his arm: "He Qingzhao, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I was just talking nonsense, don't take it seriously."
Let alone seven times a night, she could hardly bear even three times a night.
He Qingzhao's arm sank into a soft mass. He lowered his head and pressed down, his hot breath hitting her face: "What should I do if I made a mistake?"
Cheng Jiamo pouted and kissed him on the cheek: "Is this okay?"
He Qingzhao looked at her rosy, moist lips, his throat tightened, and he grabbed the back of her head with his large hand, pressing her down in front of him. He said in a low voice, "Can you ask it?"
Cheng Jiamo, whose lips were forced to meet his, was speechless.
He Qingzhao pressed her head and rubbed it against her: "Guess why I drove this car tonight?"
Cheng Jiamo: "I don't know."
Her mouth was forced open as she spoke, but He Qingzhao suddenly pressed down on the back of her head.
Cheng Jiamo's mouth was blocked, and in an instant, she felt as if her mouth and tongue had been burned, and her whole body froze.
He Qingzhao held her head still, looking very calm, but in reality, the hand on the back of her head was very tense, with the veins on the back of his hand bulging out, his sharp and sexy Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and faint red marks appearing at the corners of his eyes.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Cheng Jiamo couldn't speak; her mouth was gagged, and she couldn't utter a word.
He Qingzhao pressed for a while, then reluctantly let go, his eyes red and his voice low and hoarse as he said, "I want to do it in the car tonight."
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