Chapter 89 Chapter 89 Excitement and Showdown
Jiang Chongyan seemed to have been running for a long time.
The wind whistled by my ears. On a summer night in Wucheng, the cicadas chirped in circles. The summer breeze blew against my face, hot and damp. In this coastal estuary city, where 20 million people lived and multiplied, the golden European-style buildings on the riverbank lit up with dazzling lights, illuminating the stars along the way.
He ran with a lightness and speed, the wind blowing his light blond hair fluttering at his temples.
He grew up in Qiyu Village, Qingfeng City, Tang Province.
Later he was taken back to Wucheng, where he remains until now.
He didn't like this big city very much. The most developed, the most dazzling, the most distant, the most indifferent.
It was not until he was 23 years old that he began to fall in love with this city little by little.
Because that year, he met a very annoying person.
Disgusting looks. Disgusting personality. Disgusting expression.
Every word, every sentence, is annoying.
He had intimate contact with me without any sense of boundaries and teased me without any scruples.
Very annoying.
He arrogantly intruded into his private territory and repeatedly caught him in embarrassing private moments.
Very annoying.
I hate her eyes, those autumn-water eyes, always smiling slyly. I hate her slender, white ankles, the clacking sound of her high heels. I hate her long, black, satin-like hair, flowing so softly, she thinks she's some fairy. I hate her hands, always doing bad things, her fingernails frizzling, her fingertips soft as clouds.
All the first times in Jiang Chongyan's life were taken away by her.
She was a robber. She was a demon. She possessed the most powerful magic in the world, and she had wickedly robbed him of everything.
Let her fill his life, let her grasp all his secrets, let her lead him around in frustration, pain and torment forever.
He hates her.
He fell in love with this city.
… She is the embodiment of this city.
Jiang Chongyan could hear his own heartbeat. The night was thick, a full moon overhead, the wind was gentle, the clouds were light, the sky was vast, and a starry sky was full. A tall young boy ran in the night wind, the small flowers by the river swayed in the breeze, and countless figures passed by him, and he shuttled in and out of the wind.
He hated her so much.
The most annoying.
"Which one do you want?"
"Pink Snow Mountain."
"Who is it for? Does it need packaging and a card?"
“Give it to someone you like.”
Jiang Chongyan took the flowers that the owner had carefully packaged and walked out of the store.
His blond hair was untied, and when it fluttered, it looked like a ball of fire. The man's shirt was blown by the wind, rippling loosely and forming wrinkles, and his broad back was slightly soaked with sweat.
His trousers were baggy at his ankles, and when he ran, his shirt was lifted up a bit, revealing a small part of his slender waist and the neat lines of his waist, which were then tucked into a thin silver waist chain.
A small bouquet of flowers in hand.
Pink Snow Mountain.
The petals are small and bright, layered one on top of the other. At first glance, they appear to be pure white, while the extremely light pink color spreads out like ink, splashing across the white paper.
He also has a bunch of pink snow mountain flowers at home. They are still there today.
That woman taught him how to raise it.
The same bouquet of flowers. Last time, he invited her to watch the performance of BEGIN Tonight Storm. The two of them listened to music in a bar, walked in the autumn night of Wucheng, and finally he took her home drunk.
Cheng Qi said, this is called a date.
Jiang Chongyan had never been on a date. He bought the bouquet of flowers but never gave it away. He simply hesitantly wrapped it in a large black bag, concealing it. He turned his head nonchalantly, saying it was just clothes, his own stuff, and had nothing to do with her anyway.
Last time, the pink snow mountain couldn’t be delivered.
This time he was finally able to hold it bravely in his hands.
He remembered what the woman had said:
"Pink roses like these are usually given to someone you secretly love. For example, on a first date, they're a little less direct than red roses and serve as a youthful, initial expression of admiration and affection. You can give them to girls on your first date in the future."
"The flower language of the pink snow mountain is pure love, admiration, affection, softness, delicacy, first love and purity."
He thought he was too proud, too stubborn. All the emotions in his heart were muted when he spoke. He didn't want to say it, didn't want to say it, couldn't say it, couldn't express it.
Accumulating little by little, piling up, with too many words weighing on my heart, the water level is getting higher and higher, and the dam is becoming more and more precarious.
Jiang Chongyan considers himself free, unruly, and rebellious. He even rebels against his family and fate. He once thought that he would continue to walk this sharp and lonely path.
There are many firsts in life. Unfortunately, Jiang Chongyan had all of his firsts with this woman at the age of 23.
There was no one in the studio. Nor was he at home.
Jiang Chongyan didn't think too much and turned around and went to the Peach Mark as if he was skilled.
When I went to confess my feelings to her, she was still in the club.
——It didn't seem unacceptable. After all, he was somewhat used to it. Jiang Chongyan looked down at the flowers in his hand, his face expressionless.
He is the countless one to Xin Tong.
But Xin Tong was his first.
Jiang Chongyan finally dared to admit it and said:
This is his first love.
A pure, peaceful first love like a pink snow mountain.
For the first time, I watched my heart flutter and sink. My heart was like a battlefield, I was drowning in love without hesitation, desperately and painfully.
He wants to take his heart with him.
He wants to bring his heart to see her.
*
Jiang Chongyan walked up the stairs step by step.
Boss Li said she was on the eighth floor, room 8401. Instead of taking the elevator, feeling homesick, he pushed open the door to the stairwell.
What does Xin Tong think of him?
Jiang Chongyan had pondered this question countless times. Had she been moved? He could sense it. Countless times, under the sunset of Wucheng, amidst the storms of the snowy mountains, in the moonlight, just the two of them.
With his years of dance training, the eighth level wasn't a big deal for him. The distance was long, but the pace was fast. Ultimately, he felt lighthearted, as he had made up his mind.
The stairwell at Peach Mark was spacious and luxuriously decorated, with golden reflections overhead. It was silent, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance, the scent of rose essential oil, commonly used in private high-end clubs.
What did she usually do in the club? What was she doing now? Maybe she was drinking, dancing with three male models standing around her... Okay, that was enough. He could only accept this much.
Jiang Chongyan suddenly stopped.
Because he heard another person's footsteps coming from above.
When I looked up, my eyes met Liang Luoming's.
——Jiang Chongyan was suddenly stunned.
Liang Luoming also seemed to have not expected to run into him here. Surprise was evident in his eyes.
I subconsciously glanced upstairs.
She turned back and stared blankly at the flowers in Jiang Chongyan's hand.
The two met eyes again.
One was going upstairs, the other downstairs. There was an elevator, but they were both taking the stairs.
Not a word was spoken. But both of them understood the only reason for meeting here, the only point of intersection in their lives.
A very absurd answer suddenly emerged in Jiang Chongyan's mind.
He had a premonition.
He felt that Liang Luoming had just come down from the eighth floor.
Liang Luoming reacted first.
He averted his gaze, took two steps down, and stood four or five steps higher than Jiang Chongyan. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said politely, "...You can go up later."
Jiang Chongyan's heart pounded.
*
Xin Tong felt like she was floating on the ocean.
She opened her eyes dazedly and saw the luxuriously decorated ceiling of the suite. The room was dimly lit and she was drunk when someone suddenly gave her a sip of water.
The other person's movements were very gentle. She eagerly swallowed the cool water, taking two large gulps, and the dryness finally eased. After drinking, the corners of her mouth were wiped very gently.
The next second, her trousers were loosened.
Um?
Her brain was dizzy and she had drunk too much. Her limbs were weak. She tried hard to open her cloudy eyes and then looked into the smiling handsome face of 0401.
"...It's you?" She was confused.
"Um."
"Miss Xin, just lie down. I'll take care of all the services."
Serve?
What service?
The zipper was pulled down, and she felt a sudden chill. She woke up with a start, regaining some strength, and said, "Wait, wait!"
"What's wrong?" He stopped moving, pressed closer gently, and stared at her face. "Are you feeling unwell?"
Xin Tong was confused.
She wanted to ask you what you are doing, but then she thought that it seemed like a very stupid question.
This is a peach mark.
0401 is a male model.
What else could she do at this moment? She had ordered countless times and knew the process better than anyone else. This was the normal sequence, and she had experienced it many times before.
When she ordered men in the past, she always wanted virgins, clean, shy pretty boys who only did mouthing.
This has always been the rule.
Xin Tong's chaotic mind finally calmed down a bit. But she couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. It was as if she kept thinking about someone...
Who? I don't know. She never stopped coming to the club because of anyone. All men seemed the same to her, no one was an exception.
She called for a stop but didn't say anything else. 0401 waited for several seconds, trying to understand what Miss Xin meant, then stood up very considerately and went to get a black eye mask.
Coming back again, Gui put on a blindfold while Xin Tongyue was away.
If she was uncomfortable, then he didn't have to look.
He could do it without even looking. He studied for her, trained for her, day and night, month and year. His fingers, his hair, his skin, his body. He waited all these years at Peach Color Mark, just for Miss Xin Tong to return, just for this day.
A black eye mask blocked all his vision.
The action of bowing one's head can be called pious.
The burning alcohol almost burned out Xin Tong's rationality and clarity. She was hazy, humming unconsciously, and muttering to herself intermittently, "It feels so good."
0401 With his eyes covered, his other senses were more pronounced. He listened carefully and clearly to Xin Tong's every word, every interjection, every reaction. All the feedback was undoubtedly heavenly music to him.
He had rehearsed this scene countless times in his mind.
When he heard the word "comfortable" in full, he almost trembled with excitement.
He couldn't help but move deeper.
Day after day, year after year, all the learning, training, and preparation were just for this moment. But when this scene really came, he felt that all the extremely familiar and daily reviewed skills were completely forgotten by him - he was left with only instinct.
Xin Tong was dying. It felt like she was in heaven. Something rushed uphill, exploding into a sky full of fireworks. Her mind was dazed and confused, leaving only physical pleasure and excitement.
At the last second, Xiao Yue fell back weakly, hitting the bed sheet. She gasped for breath, staring blankly at the ceiling. From the corner of her eye, she saw a handsome man wearing a black eye mask slowly raise his head from below and remove the black eye mask that was slightly wet from the water.
He took the wet wipes that were nearby. He wiped it carefully first, then wiped it gently and thoroughly with toilet paper. Finally, he wiped it dry and clean.
Then put pants on her.
"Bang--"
Suddenly there was a loud noise outside the door.
Xin Tong jerked awake with a start. Coming back from the orgasm, she was truly and completely awake this time. Consciousness returned, and her vision finally cleared. She looked toward the door in panic.
This sight almost scared her to death.
The door was wide open.
Jiang Chongyan was standing there.
Xin Tong was stunned with her mouth wide open, and the next second, she saw Jiang Chongyan throw away the flowers in his hand, walk straight towards 0401, grab his collar, and throw him to the ground.
His body hit the carpet with a heavy thud. Jiang Chongyan rode on it and punched down hard.
Everything happened in a flash. He was incredibly fast, tall, and powerful. He raised his right fist high and brought it down hard, each punch hitting flesh. The only sound in the room was the dull thud of bodies colliding.
Jiang Chongyan straightened up.
Looking down at the people on the ground.
Really flirty. She was still smiling even after being beaten. She had delicate skin and tender flesh, and it was very obvious that she had been punched. Her eyes were wet as if she had been crying, and she looked like she didn't care at all and was just accepting it.
He is considered top-notch among gigolos.
This is probably what attracted her.
Jiang Chongyan prepared to punch again.
"Wait! Wait!"
Xin Tong's terrified cry came from behind. She jumped out of bed and ran over, slippers clacking, grabbing Jiang Chongyan's arm.
The punch didn't land.
Jiang Chongyan took Xin Tong's hand and pulled her out.
Xin Tong hurriedly picked up the bag beside the bed with her other hand and trotted to keep up with the man's pace. She turned around and shouted to 0401 on the ground:
"I'll cover all the medical expenses. Go to Boss Li and ask for my phone—"
Before she could finish her words, the man pulled her out of the room.
He was moving so fast that Xin Tong lost sight of where she was going and, at the doorway, she seemed to step on a bouquet of flowers. The wrapping paper made a chaotic, noisy noise as the fresh, dew-covered pink petals were crushed by her shoes, scattering and lying quietly on the ground.
*
Xin Tong didn't know where Jiang Chongyan was taking her.
She begged, "Don't leave. Can you please talk here if you have something to say? I don't dare to go out. I'm afraid of being photographed... If you are photographed too, it will be over!"
No one answered her.
Jiang Chongyan never cared about this matter from beginning to end.
She could only see the man's tall back. She couldn't get her hands free at all. He used all his strength, like steel, to pull her forward.
It was a summer night in Wucheng, the sky filled with stars. The night wind blew against the deserted streets, and Xin Tong grew increasingly panicked and anxious. She'd said everything, but he still refused to let go. Her wrist ached, and she gritted her teeth, closing her eyes. "We've already parted ways. Don't come looking for me!"
This sentence finally worked.
The man stopped abruptly.
Turn around.
Xin Tong suddenly saw his red eyes and was completely stunned.
"Part ways?"
She heard him finally speak. His voice was cold and hoarse, like the cold wind in Wucheng at the end of December with a knife.
"Why are you breaking up with me like this? Why are you leaving like this?"
"You came into my life casually like a bomb, messing up my life, constantly forcing, constantly begging, and constantly harassing."
"You tease me with your words and flirt with me with your actions, and you always enjoy my angry and embarrassed look. Are you happy? Are you happy to see me like this?"
"You invaded my life little by little. You made my heart filled with you, my dreams filled with you, and I couldn't communicate with anyone anymore. I only think about you, only want to see you, talk to you, and be with you."
"You make me do things I would never do, break rules I would never break. My world is all about you. I think of you when I eat, I think of you when I sleep, I'm like a dog in heat when I see your personal belongings, and I'm completely defeated at the slightest flirtation from you."
"You are a tornado. After the hurricane passes, I can only see your traces. Your presence is so conspicuous. From now on, you are the only one left in my world. What gives you the right to be so domineering? You are the most evil, the most powerful, and the most unreasonable person!"
Jiang Chongyan was trembling all over and his eyes were red.
He tried hard to hold back his tears, but they fell like pearls that had broken off the string, hitting his jaw and then flowing down into his neck, leaving only mottled and wet tear marks.
"Now you want to leave, and you say you want to leave so lightly."
He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from exertion, his voice hoarse and choked.
"What about me? What am I?"
"My life, my world, everything I have, is worth nothing to you?"
The wind blew his golden hair across his face, wet with tears, and stuck to his sharp, thin profile.
"Xin Tong."
He looked her straight in the eyes and whispered her name.
Tears welled up and fell on the back of her hand, burning hot.
"You're so unfair to me."
…
Xin Tong was completely stunned.
She didn't know how to deal with his burning tears, nor did she know how to respond to his hoarse and choked accusations.
On the illusory summer night, the man was shrouded in a misty phantom. Such a cold and sharp man was now filled with fragility.
Xin Tong had never been good at coping with heavy things. She was too much of a playboy. Guilty, complicated, numb, and shocked, she stood there in a daze, her mind blank. Subconsciously, she wanted to make amends to the man before her, who was sobbing and collapsing, but she couldn't think of any way.
If you can’t think of it, just ask.
Xin Tong asked, "Then what do you want to do?"
She asked in a serious tone. Not impatient, not sarcastic, but genuinely asking.
Jiang Chongyan also noticed it.
What does he want?
Can he do whatever he wants?
The tears slowly stopped. Jiang Chongyan's throat trembled twice, and his eyes suddenly calmed down. He glanced at the moon in the sky. It was a full moon tonight.
"I want to be like him."
"Whatever he has, I want to have too."
Jiang Chongyan stared into her eyes and spoke word by word.
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