Chapter 44. Roses are beautiful, but rosehips...
Two minutes later, Jiang Qingying, covered in humiliation, returned carrying a white plastic bag. Instead of getting into the passenger seat, she opened the driver's side door, lifted her skirt, and straddled him, sitting face-to-face on his lap.
"Bang—"
The car door closed, isolating the two people inside from everything outside. The moonlight provided an ambiguous atmosphere, accompanied by the sound of surging waves. In their eyes, there was provocation, longing, and even more so, lust.
"Aren't you going to the back?" Lu Jinyuan straightened up, effectively pinning her to the steering wheel.
He meant it was a bit crowded.
Jiang Qingying shook her head, lightly biting her red lips, exuding extreme allure, "How about I take you back to ten years ago?"
Lu Jinyuan let out a very low laugh, which was captivating. The sound of their heartbeats could be heard clearly. He said, "You are like a fairy. You were then, and you are now even more so."
“But you’re not Tang Sanzang.” Jiang Qingying tilted her head and smiled, hooking her arm around his neck. “You responded to me back then.”
"Do you know why?" The fire in Lu Jinyuan's eyes subsided a bit; he wasn't in a hurry about that matter for the time being.
She guessed, "Couldn't hold back anymore?"
"Half and half." Lu Jinyuan's slightly cold lips touched hers lightly, deliberately not going deep. He lowered his voice and said, "After that night, I was no longer myself. I became Lu Jinyuan of the Lu family."
"I guess I just wanted to let loose once."
Jiang Qingying's eyelashes trembled slightly. She thought of Lu Jinyuan, who was publicly announced as the heir by Lu Qicheng ten years ago. Before that, he was not the same Lu Jinyuan. He could barely be himself again. But after that night, he could only be Lu Jinyuan, the heir of the Lu family.
She remained silent, so he began to speak.
“Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing, what I really want. What I want and what I want are actually all my grandfather’s ideas. So what about myself?” He laughed self-deprecatingly and continued, “It seems like I don’t have myself. I don’t care about the Lu family, or anyone or anything in the Lu family. All I’m doing is to repay my grandfather for raising me. I’ve always felt that doing these things has no meaning for me.”
Jiang Qingying's eyes turned cold, and her emotions began to subtly change, a mixture of feelings—feeling sorry for him, and also a little sad.
It's because I'm sad for myself.
"And today? Isn't it different?"
Actually, that wasn't the question she wanted to ask. The real question was one she didn't dare to ask, or perhaps the answer to that question was already clear in her mind. Why ask a question that she already knew the answer to? Wouldn't that just add to her humiliation?
But she hoped the answer to the question would be about her, which would at least make her happy.
Lu Jinyuan stroked her cheek with his palm and answered her with rare tenderness, "Yes, things are different now." He kissed her and gently sucked on her lips, "I have you."
Jiang Qingying began to respond, letting the warmth from the depths of his body transfer to her increasingly cold heart. She looked down at him, her watery eyes curving into a lively and charming smile, "You said you don't care about anything, but do you care about me?"
“I don’t care about the Lu family.” Lu Jinyuan pinched the back of her neck, making her lower her head to kiss him. “But you are my wife, so of course I care about you.”
Jiang Qingying's eyes darted around, and she changed the subject slightly: "Do you know what I thought of you ten years ago?"
"Um?"
"Shameless and perverted."
"Why?"
"Because at that time I thought you were shameless because you knew you were engaged and still tried to seduce me."
Lu Jinyuan smiled helplessly, "Then what about the pervert?"
Jiang Qingying tilted her head and whispered in his ear, "Because back then I was still a month short of..."
Lu Jinyuan froze at the last two words. Looking at her smug expression, he laughed angrily: "You're the one who lied to me, how did it become me being a pervert?"
"Hmm..." Jiang Qingying thought for two seconds, as if to solidify his accusation of being a pervert, and waved the plastic bag in her hand, making the two boxes inside rattle. "Then tell me, ordering this kind of takeout in a place like this, isn't that something a pervert would do?"
"You forgot? You're the one who taught me this. I'm the pervert you trained." Having finished their conversation, Lu Jinyuan took the bag from her hand, pulled out a box, tore open the packaging, and took out a piece. "So, may I ask, can the perverting begin?"
"The skirt is very convenient."
He couldn't possibly misunderstand her hints.
He lifted her skirt and then lowered it, completely concealing a glimpse of her beauty. The wide skirt was enough to cover both of them. She stood high above, her posture commanding, like a supreme noble queen.
And he was willing to become a subject of the queen's wrath.
Then I saw her long, slender, smooth fingers, like mutton fat, placed on the metal buckle of her belt. Her beautiful cat-eye nails shimmered with starlight, and those starlight pressed the buckle open. Then the rustling sound of the zipper of her trousers rang out.
This is a sound that blurs the lines between reason and desire.
Jiang Qingying propped herself up on her thighs, making her taller than him, and suddenly asked, "Do you know the difference between a rose and a Chinese rose?"
Lu Jinyuan tried his best to endure her gentle rubbing. His strong self-control made him quickly understand her question. "I can tell the difference. Back then, you were just a little girl," he whispered hoarsely, his palms burning as he pressed her waist down. "Now you're a woman."
Back then, Jiang Qingying had long, slightly wavy black hair and a more youthful face. Although she was a captivating little vixen, she still retained many of her girlish traits. Now, she exudes mature charm, with more mature features and a more alluring and seductive aura than before.
But whether it's roses or Chinese roses, he was deeply captivated by their rich fragrance.
“There’s a big difference between roses and Chinese roses,” Jiang Qingying said, slightly breathless, biting her lower lip and resting her chin on his shoulder. “Chinese roses are pretty, but roses…”
"Edible."
"Then I must taste the rose properly and see just how delicious it is."
He could hear her gasps and sounds of distress, smell the alcohol on her breath, and remembered that she had also been drinking that night, just like that other night, and was slightly tipsy.
She is a slightly intoxicated black rose, rich and fragrant, alluring yet dangerous.
The snow started falling again sometime during the night. Wind, flowers, snow, night. All of them gathered together, and not just outside.
The car windows weren't closed tightly, and white snowflakes drifted into the car through the gaps; in reality, this was a volcano.
Throughout the night, Lu Jinyuan delivered his postscript, which was comparable to an academic paper.
The paper was both lengthy and tedious, and the presentation time was also exceptionally long.
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