Chapter 32 "Taking Advantage of Me?"
Yu Zeheng was almost touching her face.
He gently and delicately brushed his high nose against her forehead. With his eyes blocked, the light dimmed, and she could clearly smell his scent, a scent that belonged only to him. She didn't dislike it; sometimes, after they were intimate, she would carefully inhale the scent of his skin.
“How capable can a man who’s almost thirty be?” Qiao Shu raised her chin and stared intently into his eyes. “If you think I’m wrong, you can prove it to me.”
Her eyes gleamed with cunning, her tone was lawless, yet she had her own set of reasons.
"How do you prove it? What constitutes a valid proof?" Yu Zeheng lowered his long eyelashes. "It sounds to me like you're trying to take advantage of me."
Not only verbally, but also physically.
Qiao Shu smiled, her eyes sparkling like scattered stars: "Now listen, who's trying to take advantage, hmm?"
She hummed through her nose, giving him a soft tap.
"Could it be me?" Yu Zeheng had a languid and relaxed air about him, as if he had drunk a little alcohol.
Qiao Shu poked his left chest: "Yu Zeheng, you're really dishonest. Look at how much you've been jumping around here!"
Yu Zeheng's eyes darkened. He lowered his body, wrapped his arm around her waist, pressed it against the wall, and kissed her. He held her hand tightly with his other hand, his palm open and pressed against the wall. As the kiss deepened, his palm moved slowly.
They've kissed several times in the past few days, and Qiao Shu feels that Yu Zeheng's kissing skills have improved a little.
They used to do it, but kissing was rare, usually only happening in bed. When they were in a passionate moment, a kiss was always the catalyst.
Qiao Shu seemed to hear Aunt Chu's voice downstairs, reminding her about the fresh flowers to be replaced tomorrow, as well as breakfast, and the cleaning arrangements for each room.
She came to her senses somewhat.
Qiao Shu raised her hand, stroked his chin, her fingers sliding across his lips, separating their tightly pressed lips, her fingertips pressing against his lips.
Two pairs of eyes stared at each other, at such a close distance that they could see everything clearly.
Qiao Shu moved her fingers, tracing the line of his jaw. Yu Zeheng stared at her, motionless, letting her caress him until she reached the edge of his Adam's apple, at which point it began to bob up and down impatiently.
She leaned forward, her cheek against his, her soft lips touching his earlobe: "You rejected me, so why should I reward you?"
They whispered intimately, their gestures conveying an indescribable closeness.
The next second, Qiao Shu pushed him away, a happy smile on her face, and then nimbly returned to her room, closed the door and locked it, the whole sequence of movements flowing smoothly.
Yu Zeheng watched her disappearing figure, raised his hand to wipe the water stains from his lips, and smiled silently, the warmth of his hand not yet completely dissipated.
He walked to the door and knocked twice.
Qiao Shu's voice came from inside the door: "Does our CEO Yu have something else to say?"
"Open the door," Yu Zeheng said.
Two seconds later, Qiao Shu opened the door a crack, revealing half of her face, her eyes blinking as she waited for his next words.
He looked wary and on guard against him breaking down the door.
Yu Zeheng asked, "Do you have time to go watch the F1 race in Las Vegas next week?"
Qiao Shu's eyes lit up. Ever since she tried the simulator, she had become somewhat obsessed with F1. Driving in the simulator was exciting enough, let alone being there in person. She raised her chin and said proudly, "Maybe."
"Make sure you have time free around the weekend, for the five days before and after."
Qiao Shu first asked the company for three days off, and then went to the auction house to meet Song Yue. After returning to China, Song Yue would come to the auction house several times a month. There wasn't much for her to worry about. Her role was more about maintaining relationships with clients. After going to Australia, she met new friends, and with Qiao Shu's help, there would be some business dealings.
By leveraging cultural exchange and establishing connections with the government, the auction house has grown even faster than before.
The auction house is holding an auction of pre-Qing dynasty porcelain next month, and Qiao Shu decided to join in and, using his old skills, did some appraisal.
These artifacts bear the marks of time; the people who created them are long gone, yet they have been preserved in the long river of history.
When Song Yue talked about the current situation of Qiao Shu's two older brothers, she said that the eldest brother, Qiao Kaiyu, had recently been speculating in futures with a large amount of capital. However, the source of his funds was not entirely clean, and he had lost a lot due to the recent market turmoil.
The second brother, Qiao Yizhou, took the initiative to go to Australia to develop the market, but in reality, he threw several parties in his mansion, living a life of debauchery and being surrounded by young models.
Qiao Shu put down the porcelain and smiled, "My two older brothers are performing consistently as always."
When Song Yue learned that she was going to Las Vegas, she asked, "Why do you suddenly want to go there?"
"Tourism," Qiao Shu said vaguely.
It was common for the young lady to travel and vacation all over the world, so Song Yue didn't find it strange and casually asked, "Are you alone?"
Qiao Shu touched the crack on the surface of the porcelain: "There's one more person."
"Aunt Chu?"
"My ex-husband," Qiao Shu said calmly.
They are ex-husband and ex-wife, but they can still travel and watch games together, and they might still end up sleeping together in the future.
On Friday morning, Qiao Shu and Yu Zeheng boarded a private jet bound for Las Vegas. It was an asset of the Yu family, and she had used it a few times after their marriage. The crew members were still people she knew. Before boarding, they came over to greet her, and she greeted them one by one with a smile.
The crew called her Mrs. Yu, and her smile stiffened slightly; it was indeed a long-lost way to address her.
For the five-day trip, Qiao Shu brought three large suitcases. Las Vegas has a large temperature difference between day and night, so she brought several of her usual dresses and coats, as well as shoes and bags to match.
More than ten hours later, the plane landed smoothly.
Yu Zeheng brought her to the F1 race this time not on a whim, but because the team had extended a warm invitation. Ke Ming has had outstanding results this year and had been asking him to come watch his races several times online. He said sincerely, "You are the first person to recognize and give me this opportunity. I want to share my current achievements and trophies with you."
They arrived early to watch the qualifying rounds and the main race the following day.
Yu Zeheng took Qiao Shu to the team's maintenance area to greet their friends.
When Qiao Shu first met Ke Ming, he was even more handsome in person than on TV. She had only seen his appearance two years ago, and her impression of him at the time was that he was a rather young boy. When she saw him again two years later, he was obviously much more mature, with deep and three-dimensional features, and a very sunny smile.
Yu Zeheng and Ke Ming gave each other a polite hug.
Ke Ming smiled broadly: "Boss, you've finally decided to come watch my match. It seems I'm destined to win the championship this time."
“I’m no longer your boss, you don’t need to call me that.” Yu Zeheng patted his shoulder.
“I’m used to it.” Ke Ming looked at Qiao Shu. “This must be my sister-in-law. I’m finally meeting you in person. No wonder the boss never brought you here before. You’re so beautiful, you must have wanted to keep you hidden.”
Qiao Shu smiled and extended his hand: "Hello, Qiao Shu, I've watched your races. How can someone be so handsome and have such great driving skills?"
The two of them complimented each other without any regard for others.
Qiao Shu could praise people effortlessly, especially men. In just a few words, she made Ke Ming grin from ear to ear.
"Could you sign an autograph for me when you have time? Many of my friends are your fans. It's hard not to like your face and driving style."
Ke Ming raised his hand and said, "No problem, as many as you want, as long as you say the word, sister-in-law."
"..."
Yu Zeheng walked over and stood between the two of them. He looked at Ke Ming and asked, "Don't you have something else to do?"
Qiao Shu could only see Yu Zeheng's back, and frowned unhappily.
"Oh right, I have another interview." Ke Ming tilted his head and waved to Qiao Shu: "Sister-in-law, let's talk after the competition."
"Okay." Qiao Shu smiled.
Yu Zeheng asked expressionlessly, "You like him that much?"
Qiao Shu didn't deny it. She glanced at Ke Ming's back again. He looked incredibly handsome in his white team uniform. She smiled and said, "I think all the men who race are quite handsome. Otherwise, how could I have spotted you at a glance?"
And here's a bonus sweet wink.
Yu Zeheng scoffed coldly, "Did you even glance at me and think I was good enough?"
Qiao Shu's mind was entirely focused on the upcoming competition, so she said somewhat perfunctorily, "Don't worry about these details. I pursued you for two whole months just to marry you."
If her actions could be related to pursuing someone in any way.
The match was about to start, and Yu Zeheng took her to the VIP viewing area. A waiter brought champagne and some snacks, and she leaned against the railing, enjoying a superb view.
The race cars entered the track, and qualifying officially began.
As the five traffic lights went out, Qiao Shu heard the sound of engines and cheers from the crowd. The atmosphere was instantly ignited. Commentators were constantly analyzing the situation. The race cars sped past her location, and she couldn't help but raise her glass in celebration, feeling infected by the emotions.
Qiao Shu suddenly understood why Yu Zeheng was unwilling to retire and leave the track.
Once you've experienced that speed, that feeling of traveling with the wind, it's an unforgettable experience for life.
Qiao Shu leaned against the railing and said softly, "I suddenly feel a little bit of what you felt back then. Do you still have some regrets?"
This regret has not completely dissipated even now.
Yu Zeheng looked at the arena, his long eyelashes drooping slightly: "Perhaps."
Qiao Shu took a sip of champagne and sighed silently.
Yu Zeheng looked at her: "You pity me?"
Qiao Shu turned her head to meet his gaze, smiled, shook her head slightly, and looked back at the arena: "Why should I pity you? You've been free on the field for so many years. You've gained some things, and you've also lost some things. Everyone is like that."
"Besides, if you had continued, I might not be divorced now, but widowed." She raised an eyebrow and spoke lightly.
There's really nothing to pity about; one can't have it all.
Yu Zeheng's profile was handsome and refined. Upon hearing this, he merely smiled faintly: "Are you disappointed?"
“Maybe.” Qiao Shu mimicked his tone.
As soon as he finished speaking, they both laughed.
The temperature dropped sharply at night. Qiao Shu was dressed in thin clothes and obviously could not keep out the cold. She hugged her arms and kept her gaze on the distance until a coat was placed on her shoulders. She looked up and saw Yu Zeheng with his head down, lifting the coat shoulders and wrapping it tightly around her.
"Thank you." Qiao Shu was taken aback for a moment.
After qualifying, Ke Ming achieved a commendable second place, and the entire team erupted in cheers, exchanging high-fives and hugs.
Qiao Shu imagined that Yu Zeheng had been like that too, and she rested her chin on her hand, a smile on her lips.
That evening, the team had a dinner party, and she changed into a different outfit. After taking off her coat indoors, she wore an off-shoulder long dress, revealing her fair and radiant shoulders, and her black curly hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
Ke Ming was a very gentlemanly and considerate man. He told jokes to make her happy throughout the meeting and talked about how strict Yu Zeheng was when he was the team owner. He would make the drivers train harder, and everyone on the team was somewhat afraid of him.
"There's such a thing?" Qiao Shu looked at Yu Zeheng.
The person being sued remained silent, one arm resting on the sofa armrest, simply watching them chat warmly as if they had known each other for many years.
Ke Ming raised his hand and swore: "He trains even harder than me every day. He has a gloomy face and you won't see him smile for ten days or half a month. If you didn't know the situation, you would think our team was at the bottom of the pack."
Qiao Shu gave a meaningful "oh": "He's always been like this, how can you all stand it?"
Ke Ming subconsciously replied, "No, that's not it. He used to..."
"You've been talking a lot today." Yu Zeheng's dark, cold gaze swept over me. "Aren't you going to compete in the main event tomorrow?"
"I was wrong, boss." Ke Ming raised his hands, because he hadn't touched alcohol since the competition was tomorrow.
Qiao Shu has already drunk three cups in a row.
Yu Zeheng reminded her, "Drink less."
Qiao Shu had a flush from drinking, her brows furrowed, yet she possessed an indescribable radiance and charm. She said with dissatisfaction, "Why? Xiao Ke got good grades today, there's something to be happy about."
She called him Xiao Ke after knowing him for only one day.
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A note from the author:
Ahhh, 3000 nutrient solutions! Extra chapter tomorrow!
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