Chapter 51 Sending flowers is like a fickle, promiscuous woman.
Is there still a chance for us?
Ke Yanchen's hoarse voice was tinged with bitterness.
This was the first time Yu Wu had seen Ke Yanchen, who was usually so proud, reveal a hint of humility.
Everything was quiet; the clinking of plates, the occasional honking of cars on the road—everything, both subtle and obvious, was crystal clear.
Yu Wu turned her head away, a lump forming in her throat, her heart pounding.
A cool breeze swept through again. She realized why the wind on an August night was so cold, so chilling, seeping into her very bones.
Our first meeting in our youth, a bond that will never be broken.
The name Ke Yanchen was etched into her brain with a red-hot branding iron, each character representing a complex emotion that was both love and hate, an emotion so extreme it bordered on destructive.
Every emotional shift is a bloody tearing apart.
She looked down at the bustling night scene and the traffic below, at the neon lights stretching into dots in the distance, the noisy wind blowing into her ears, and her eyes gradually became sore.
A shy, unrequited love in her teenage years, she would secretly glance at the boy's designer sneakers and watch his tall, imposing figure. Later, she unexpectedly won the moon that wasn't meant for her. So many doubts and ridicule were nailed to her mind, but she gritted her teeth and swallowed them all, recklessly pursuing that tiny bit of simple happiness.
But sincerity doesn't always win sincerity in return.
He personally crushed her innocence, leaving her to chew on shards of glass, and when she was already riddled with wounds, he stabbed her again with a bloody knife, spreading rumors about her. Even after she became an adult, he showed no remorse or guilt, casually forgetting her and abandoning her time and time again.
She wanted him to experience the feeling of utter despair.
It's true, I really want to see his desperate cries and painful roars.
After a marathon of silence lasting more than ten minutes, Yu Wu looked at Ke Yanchen and met his gaze.
They stared at each other, and fell into a suspended silence.
The surging words caught in his throat and were abruptly interrupted.
"Ikuko——"
It came to an abrupt end.
Yu Wu raised her head and looked at Cheng Yi, who had a cold expression in the direction of the door. Her eyes were fierce and ruthless, and beneath her calm exterior lay a ruthless and oppressive aura.
Ke Yanchen also turned his head and saw him, his eyes indifferent.
The two men locked eyes, silent yet brimming with tension, their breaths clashing, as if they were about to erupt and shatter this delicate balance at any moment.
Cheng Yi's face was expressionless, and he coldly gestured to Yu Wu, telling her to come out on her own.
The specific atmosphere that Yu Wu and Ke Yanchen had created instantly collapsed.
Yu Wu stood up, put the laptop on the table into her bag, apologized, and walked towards Cheng Yi.
Upon reaching Cheng Yi's side, he grabbed Yu Wu by the waist and pulled her close, dragging her away. This action contained intense anger and possessiveness, like a male in the animal kingdom impatiently asserting his dominance.
Yu Wu turned around and saw Ke Yanchen's dark and unfathomable pupils staring at her.
A sharp pain shot through her waist, forcing Yuwu to look away.
......
A cool breeze swept by, causing the wisps of hair on her forehead to tremble slightly.
Ke Yanchen kept staring in the direction Yu Wu had left, silent, his heart aching, his blood boiling.
She has been gone for a long time, yet he still watches quietly, his eyes brimming with tears even as the wind blows.
In fact, he was tense all over, his fists were clenched tightly, and his temples were throbbing.
Since he got together with Xia Tingxue, he hasn't experienced the happiness he imagined; instead, he feels anxious and insecure every day.
I feel like I've missed something very important.
His mind was filled with Yu Wu's every smile and frown.
He found Xia Tingxue to be soulless, unable to engage in even slightly deeper conversations. Unlike when he was with Yu Wu, she was clearly knowledgeable and had her own unique insights into business matters.
A surge of heat rushed from my chest to my brain, making even my breath feel scalding hot.
This inexplicable unease and anxiety, upon witnessing Yu Wu and Cheng Yi's intimacy, caused the veins on his forehead to bulge menacingly, giving rise to an indescribable anger. In an instant, a fierce fire of jealousy ignited, and his possessiveness grew wildly and twisted.
On what grounds?
He and Yuwu met first, and Yuwu clearly expressed her feelings for him.
He and Yuwu were once so close, almost together. He had once embraced her, their hearts beating in unison, but now they were strangers, estranged from each other, unable even to touch the hem of her clothes.
Why did Cheng Yi snatch it away halfway?
The mist was clearly his property.
It must be his property.
The moment this idea popped into my head, it was like a wildfire that was ignited and spread uncontrollably.
Even the powerful and influential Cheng Yi is no exception.
Even if it means going head-to-head and getting hurt, we must get her back.
Ke Yanchen clenched his fists tightly, then relaxed them after a long while, his face grim and terrifying as he made up his mind.
*
The atmosphere inside the car on the way back was gloomy. Outside the window, the lights shifted, creating an interplay of light and shadow.
Yu Wu's mind was in complete chaos, so she opened the car window to let the wind blow through.
"Shall I give you a bouquet of flowers?" Cheng Yi shook a cigarette out of the pack, lit it, and glanced at her sideways.
Yu Wu looked over; the smoke was too pungent for her throat. She frowned and unconsciously replied, "Okay."
Cheng Yiying's handsome face was half-lit and half-shadowed. He glanced at me with a half-smile, his lips curving into a cold, thin line, his tone sinister and mocking, his breath light and frivolous as he exhaled:
"Fickle and promiscuous".
The mist remained silent.
He was angry.
Back home, Cheng Yi was unusually crazy today, and he plundered things very roughly.
He stared at her in the elevator. She opened her mouth slightly, as if to say something, but before she could speak, Cheng Yi impatiently lowered his head and kissed her, his movements fierce, intense, and passionate.
She was forced to endure it.
A sharp pain on the tip of my tongue.
He was biting her.
Yu Wu let out a soft moan, which met his sinister, bloodshot eyes.
Cheng Yi separated them, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily, his eyes cold as he felt Yu Wu's slightly trembling body. The elevator doors opened with a ding, and he scooped Yu Wu up in his arms, carried her inside, closed the door, placed her on the kitchen counter, braced himself at his sides, and leaned down slightly to stare at her.
The light was dim, with hazy lamplight from outside the floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting into the room.
He gently stroked Yu Wu's head, a sinister yet tender smile playing on his lips: "Why are you so naughty?"
His tone was different from usual; every word was uttered through gritted teeth.
My heart was pounding, and my scalp was tingling.
A wet kiss landed on my forehead and slowly slid down.
Yu Wu tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and endured it all, completely forgetting the bitterness she had just felt. Desire and fear mingled; she knew what twisted, raging torrents she was about to face. But she also knew that in the end, she would be swept into a warm embrace, enveloping her anxious heart.
She reached out and wrapped her arms around Cheng Yi's neck, mumbling indistinctly, "...Xiao Yi."
She wanted him. She wanted him to fill her empty heart, to shatter her reason, and to sink together into the twisted tide of desire.
The two of them, still dressed, were entangled together in a scalding embrace.
He wanted her screams, he wanted her to remember him deeply. To remember the savage brutality, the pain and the pleasure he brought.
Finally, the argument escalated to the shower mirror. Cheng Yi's face was cold, veins bulging on his forehead, as he coldly interrogated her.
Has your Coco ever seen you like this?
Yu Wu gritted her teeth and remained silent.
Cheng Yi's hand veins stretched to his arm as he pinched her face, looked at her in the mirror, and pressed her for answers again.
Her hoarse voice, worn down by her throat, finally escaped, and she melted into a pool of hot water, whimpering and begging for mercy: "...I was wrong."
*
After that incident with Ke Yanchen, Yu Wu spent a week coaxing Cheng Yi.
Every morning, she was awakened by his caresses and forced to submit to his plundering. The more intense his passion, the more she could sense his near-loss of control. She knew that Cheng Yi was becoming increasingly dependent on her, and he would even suffer from insomnia when he was away on business trips.
She could only hold him tightly to comfort him, saying all sorts of shameful things and making promises. She even bought a set of sexy lingerie to please him. That time, she completely lost control, reaching an extreme point of ecstasy, screaming and sobbing throughout the entire night.
The more he suffocated and plundered her, the more she perversely derived a sense of security and being needed from it. Because she sensitively realized that she was the one controlling his emotional shifts; she was the master of this relationship.
......
This person has recently become somewhat mysterious, leaving early and returning late every day, sleeping in each other's arms at night, and always carrying a strong scent of roses.
Yu Wu sniffed him from the bed and couldn't help but tease him, asking if he was seeing someone else, since he was sending roses and going on dates every day.
Cheng Yi had been busy all day, and thinking about the incredibly embarrassing thing he was about to do, which had been ridiculed by Ao Ziye and Shu Yueqiao for half a month, his face darkened. His blood surged, and he hugged her and kneaded her purposefully, his hands tightening and tightening, until he pressed himself against her, his desire erupting like a volcano.
Yu Wu was startled, looked up and almost cried out, and was forced to be swept into the surging waves.
Afterwards, the night was deep and silent.
Cheng Yi held the little girl in his arms tightly, her breathing even, and kissed her forehead affectionately. After a while, he spoke, his voice low and hoarse.
"The day after tomorrow, I will reveal my true feelings to the whole world."
Cheng Yi kissed her hair again, his heart full, and the corners of his lips slightly upturned.
*
The next day.
Ao Ziye organized a scheme at the banquet.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Yu Wu and Cheng Yi arrived at their appointment on time.
As night falls, a riot of metal behemoths and luxury cars teem with beautiful women and handsome men, party animals galore. Laser beams slice through the air, and sonic booms, carrying the pungent scent of tequila, crash against the dome, creating an atmosphere of decadent revelry and debauchery.
Yu Wu wore a shimmering light green halter dress, her bare back revealing snow-white skin as smooth as jade, with a long, flowing hem.
Cheng Yi looked exceptionally handsome today, dressed casually with a tall and straight figure and outstanding temperament. He exuded a lazy and nonchalant charm.
When she appeared on stage arm in arm with Cheng Yi, the already heated atmosphere erupted once again.
The party girl group from the north of the city all came to toast Yu Wu. Various beautiful young ladies with different temperaments called Yu Wu "baby" one after another, hugged her, took photos with her, clinked glasses, and told her about the despicable things Cheng Yi had done in the past, which made Yu Wu giggle.
Yu Wu, slightly tipsy from the alcohol, indulged herself. She and Zan Ya screamed and jumped around wildly in the center of the room, completely carefree, as if they had no worries at all.
After getting tired, she went to the sofa area, leaned her head on Chengyi's shoulder, and breathed heavily.
Cheng Yi leaned back lazily, exuding a powerful aura. He twirled a cigar between his slender fingers, smoke drifting from his lips. His gaze casually swept over the swirling mist in the room a few times. As she approached, he casually extinguished the crimson cigar. He naturally took the towel from her, frowned slightly in displeasure, but still picked up a towel to wipe her sweat.
As the fog cleared a bit, I noticed a peculiar girl on the far left of the sofa area, head down, scrolling through her phone. A cigarette was held between her slender fingers, wisps of smoke rising upwards. She was thin, with long, straight, black hair, smoky makeup, and a gentle yet aloof demeanor.
She's never tried women's cigarettes before.
She became interested, but was too embarrassed to ask for it herself, so she whispered in Chengyi's ear.
Cheng Yi clicked his tongue, unwilling. Yu Wu clung to his arm, acting coquettishly and pestering him. In the end, he glanced at her helplessly with a half-open eyebrow and got up to go over.
The girl with smoky eye makeup exchanged a few words with Cheng Yi, looked over, a smile appearing on her lips, and followed Cheng Yi over.
She is so beautiful.
Yu Wu quickly greeted him with a smile.
The woman with smoky eye makeup handed Yu Wu a pack of cigarettes and whispered in her ear, "You have a very unique aura."
Yu Wu was overjoyed and exclaimed to her, "You're so cool!"
The smoky-eyed beauty kissed Yu Wu's cheek, her eyes filled with a gentle smile, and walked away gracefully.
Yu Wu stared wide-eyed, at a loss for what to do. When she saw Cheng Yi's gloomy face beside her, she burst out laughing.
Cheng Yi was still sulking. He wouldn't give Yu Wu a lighter when she asked him for one, so she turned to other men for one. This donkey then tossed the lighter back to her from a distance, his face still grumpy.
Yu Wu took out a slender women's cigarette and shared one with Zan Ya, sitting in the corner like elementary school students trying forbidden drugs.
Crimson flames burned at her fingertips, smoke billowed, and the misty smoke seemed to whisper in Zan Ya's ear, "Ladies' cigarettes should be milder; men's are too harsh."
Zan Ya coughed several times, then stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray on the table and shook her head. "I'm still not used to it."
Yu Wu laughed loudly: "Me too, I just wanted to give it a try."
......
By the second half of the event, the champagne on the tables was empty, and the empty bottles were piled haphazardly in the corner. The sound waves continued to sweep across the room tirelessly, and the crowd on the dance floor headbanged wildly to the beat of the drums.
Layers of light and shadow fell upon Cheng Yi's deep, handsome, and aloof face, yet he remained calm and composed. He had one arm around Yu Wu's waist and was talking to Shu Yueqiao. Yu Wu turned her head to look at his indifferent and world-weary face, which kept everyone at arm's length. Her head was spinning, yet she knew perfectly well that the man in front of her was hers.
As Cheng Yi and Shu Yueqiao finished their conversation, Shu Yueqiao stood up and walked out. Cheng Yi glanced at her with a slight upward curve in his eyes.
Her beautiful, noble eyebrows were reflected in her pupils, and her straight nose and lips exuded an inexplicable sexiness, making her heart itch. Her powerful magnetic field deeply attracted her, and she couldn't help but kiss her.
She cupped his face, carefully pried open his lips, and kissed him passionately and tenderly.
Cheng Yi wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her down to sit on his lap without giving her a chance to object. He took the initiative, becoming increasingly domineering and relentlessly conquering her territory.
Yu Wu was startled and tried to pull her head back, but he grabbed the back of her head and she couldn't move.
The surrounding noise seemed to be shut out, and they kissed deeply without leaving any gaps, their love lingering.
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