0089 98 Bone-deep carbuncle
Are you nervous?
To be honest, there is a little bit.
Shang Heming is different from these wolves in sheep's clothing: the former believes in violence, is straightforward, and has no interest in political games. Zhou Xiye and his group of political elites, on the other hand, enjoy playing games—games in every sense of the word.
He wasn't from their world either. Zhou Xiye always approached Shang Heming with a degree of wariness.
"I thought you were dead."
Shang Heming chuckled and moved closer to Zhou Xiye, saying, "It's too lonely for me to die alone. If I'm going to die, I'll take you with me."
He hadn't changed much. Zhou Xiye smiled slightly and asked what she wanted to know, "Why did you come back?"
Why did you marry him?
Both remained silent, memories of past sweetness and heartache resurfacing in their minds. They understood the meaning in each other's eyes. Shang Heming straightened up and repeated, "Why did you marry him?"
Zhou Xiye looked up at him and said, "I just need a husband. It doesn't matter who I marry, especially since he has feelings for me."
Shang Heming sneered, turned his head to the side, loosened his tie, and looked back at Zhou Xiye a few seconds later.
She had a premonition.
But she was still no match for Shang Heming. He pushed her against the wall, and then Shang Heming grabbed her wrist with one hand and cupped Zhou Xiye's head with the other, kissing her fiercely.
His scent overwhelmed her, and Zhou Xiye didn't want to kiss him. She raised her leg to hurt his genitals, but Shang Heming was already familiar with Zhou Xiye's every move. He pressed his whole body tightly against hers, leg to leg, and Zhou Xiye couldn't move.
To punish her for her "naughtiness," Shang Heming bit her lip, and soon the taste of blood filled their mouths.
He came on strong, drawing away all the air in front of Zhou Xiye. Before she knew it, the hand that had been touching her head moved to her neck, gently gripping it, as if to deliver a fatal blow.
Shang Heming's kiss was completely haphazard, with teeth touching teeth and tongues entwining.
He released her lips: red and swollen, alluring, imprinted in his eyes. For some reason, Shang Heming thought of her labia. He liked that taste. He smiled and raised his hand to touch her lips, but the next second he was pushed away by Zhou Xiye, and two slaps followed.
Shang Heming tilted his head, quite surprised by Zhou Xiye's behavior, and even had a indulgent and doting smile on his lips, "He hasn't changed, he's still a kitten that will stretch out his claws."
Zhou Xiye didn't want to have any more entanglements with him, so she turned sideways and started to walk out.
Shang Heming stopped her, moving in the direction she went, like a mouse and a cat.
Zhou Xiye looked at Shang Heming with a stern face, "What are you going to do?"
Do you still want me?
Zhou Xiye was about to leave again when Shang Heming stopped her, "Explain yourself clearly, or I'll get my revenge for those two slaps."
"Get it back?" Zhou Xiye found it absurd. "Do I need a reason to hit you?"
Shang Heming was taken aback, but the smile on his lips grew wider and more roguish because of these words. "If you want me, I'll let you hit me however you want. If a strange woman hits me, I'll hit her back."
Zhou Xiye crossed his arms and said, "Then hit me."
Shang Heming laughed heartily, with a hint of ingratiation, and reached out to smooth Zhou Xiye's clothes. "How could I dare... What's so great about Pei Zhiyu? We've been to the bathroom together. His dick is definitely not as big as mine. He's also boring. I bet he'll have to learn how to moan in bed on the spot."
“He’s my husband, and he’s waiting for me at the dining table outside. Don’t push your luck.”
Shang Heming stroked his chin. "Then you have to promise me that you'll answer the phone when I contact you from now on, otherwise I'll start talking about our wonderful college days at the dinner table when we get back..."
How can you be so shameless?
"You only found out on the first day?" Shang Heming laughed. "You agreed, right?"
Zhou Xiye, with a stern face, pushed him away. This time, Shang Heming wasn't like a mountain; he was easily pushed aside. He turned his head to watch Zhou Xiye leave, saying, "It's a promise, wait for my call!"
Back at the restaurant, Pei Zhiyu saw her return and took her hand. "Why did you take so long?" His gaze fell on her lips, noticing the fresh wound. Pei Zhiyu's face darkened, though he didn't show his emotions. He raised his hand and pressed it firmly against Zhou Xiye's lips. "How could you be so careless?"
Zhou Xiye met his gaze, and Pei Zhiyu's cold and indifferent emotions traveled through Zhou Xiye's entire body along with the force of his fingers.
On the way back, the driver drove in front, and Pei Zhiyu raised the partition, with the two of them sitting in the back seat.
"You know Shang Heming?"
“Classmates, how could I not know them?” Zhou Xiye turned to look out the window.
Pei Zhiyu raised her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You know, when I say 'knowing,' I don't just mean knowing."
Zhou Xiye didn't want to answer the question, but she still said, "Things from university are long gone."
"He still likes you, doesn't he?"
"It has nothing to do with me."
Pei Zhiyu turned to look at her, "That has nothing to do with me anymore." After saying that, he bent down and hugged Zhou Xiye, pulling her onto his body. He put his hand inside her clothes and touched her chest, "I want to do it."
Zhou Xiye didn't want to sit up. Her knees were against the seat as she tried to sit up, but Pei Zhiyu hugged her tightly, buried his face in her chest, and slid his hand along the crevice of her buttocks. "Please, I want it."
These words sounded fragile, like a child deprived of milk, but Zhou Xiye had no compassion for children whatsoever, and he tried to get up by supporting himself on Pei Zhiyu's shoulders. But unexpectedly, Pei Zhiyu also took the initiative, pulling down Zhou Xiye's pants and sticking his fingers inside to stir.
Dryness, discomfort.
"Pei Zhiyu, I don't want to. Get out here."
Pei Zhiyu shook his head and, through her clothes, bit her breast.
The little hole was originally a little moist, but it became even drier under Pei Zhiyu's rough thrusting, and Pei Zhiyu himself frowned.
This is marital rape.
"Those were not prepared for me."
Zhou Xiye's hand tightened, she bit her lip, and listened as Pei Zhiyu unzipped his pants and awkwardly shoved his penis into her body.
It didn't work at all; she was still holding him in her mouth.
“If I have a problem, tell me, and I’ll change, okay? Don’t always be like this,” Pei Zhiyu looked up at Zhou Xiye, her eyes already filled with desire. “I love you, you know that.”
Zhou Xiye couldn't feel anything; his penis really felt like a stick blocking his lower body, which was very uncomfortable.
"You can go out now."
Pei Zhiyu shook her head, as if she were pleading but also acting coquettishly, yet she was arrogant and rude, making it impossible to refuse. "No," she said, and then began to move. Zhou Xiye gritted her teeth, torturing her inch by inch. Zhou Xiye was in pain and pushed him away forcefully.
Pei Zhiyu also used brute force, and Zhou Xiye's head hit the partition, but the driver in front dared not stop or ask any questions.
Sex without love and desire is no different from animalistic intercourse. Zhou Xiye closed his eyes, enduring the brute force of the thrusting, warning himself in his mind to remember this humiliation and never let himself fall into such a situation again.
After Pei Zhiyu ejaculated, he held her and breathed heavily.
The car stopped soon after. Pei Zhiyu held her shoulders, her eyes lingering on Zhou Xiye's face. There was sweat on her face, but no pleasure.
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again next time..."
Zhou Xiye shook her head, turned and sat down to the side. She took out a tissue, wiped herself clean, and then pushed open the door and left. Pei Zhiyu watched the car door open and close, and for some reason, he smiled. No matter what, she was already his wife; they would be together through thick and thin.
Living happily ever after is one way of life, and living a life of mutual torment is another way of life. As long as she's with me, it doesn't matter how I live.
A life-or-death entanglement.
Having thought it through, Pei Zhiyu picked up a piece of paper, wiped his penis, stuffed it into his pants, and got off the bus.
Only the smell of semen remained in the car.
According to the Pei family's custom, the engagement banquet should be held a week before the wedding banquet. The Pei family did not want to be too extravagant, so the engagement banquet was held at the Xishan Villa under Pei Zhiyu's name. Zhou Xiye wore a red halter dress, with her long hair flowing down her shoulders and bright red lipstick.
Pei Zhiyu stood behind Zhou Xiye, looking at her in the mirror with his eyes never leaving her. Zhou Xiye could feel the infatuation in his eyes, but it was a shackle for her.
“It seems like something’s missing,” Pei Zhiyu said, holding a glass of red wine. Looking at Zhou Xiye’s bare neck, she put down her glass and placed her hand on her shoulder. “Wait a minute.”
Zhou Xiye put on her high heels, ignoring Pei Zhiyu, and took out a diamond necklace from a jewelry box. Just as she was about to put it on, Pei Zhiyu pushed open the door and entered, holding the box in her hand.
“This necklace isn’t pretty, try this one,” Pei Zhiyu took the diamond from Zhou Xiye’s hand, opened the box, and took out an imperial green jadeite. “This is from your grandmother. She said it must be given to her granddaughter-in-law.”
The cool beads of imperial green jadeite pressed against Zhou Xiye's neck, feeling both comfortable and heavy.
Pei Zhiyu helped her put on the necklace, and the two looked at each other in the mirror.
A perfect couple.
He turned his head and gently kissed Zhou Xiye's collarbone. "Let's go, they must have been waiting for a long time."
Everyone at the banquet was familiar with the Pei family. Zhou Xiye linked arms with Pei Zhiyu, acting like a decorative accessory, socializing with him and smiling appropriately. This shouldn't be her. Zhou Xiye took a sip of her drink. "This is Director Chen from the Broadcasting Bureau, and this is my wife, Zhou Xiye."
Pei Zhiyu accepted the gesture, and Zhou Xiye extended her hand to shake hands with Director Chen, exchanging pleasantries. Just as she was about to take the initiative and say a few more words, two figures approached.
It was Ling Xingxi and her husband Song Yunchu. "Ms. Zhou, Mayor Pei, hello!"
Zhou Xiye didn't see Ling Xingzhi and sighed softly.
The six people smiled but didn't really smile, chatting casually. After finally finishing their chatter, as they were about to leave, Ling Xingxi suddenly said, "Miss Zhou, my brother told me that you are now the Party Secretary of Kunming? He asked me to pass on a message: I wish you all the best."
Of the six people present, four showed obvious emotional changes. Director Chen and his wife were unaware, as was Pei Zhiyu; her gaze became lost, yet also sharp.
Zhou Xiye cursed Ling Xingzhi inwardly; even though he didn't come, he hadn't missed a single task.
"Thank you, Secretary Ling. I will take good care of Xiye."
Pei Zhiyu smiled and brushed it off. Song Yun Chu glanced at his wife, "Then you two go ahead with your work, we won't bother you any longer..."
As the group dispersed, Pei Zhiyu's aura of coldness finally dissipated. He took her hand, ignoring her high heels, and led her up the stairs, through the corridor, and into the red door, pushing Zhou Xiye inside.
"What do you mean? Are you the Party Secretary of Kunming?"
Zhou Xiye almost fell over. He grabbed the sofa, looked at Pei Zhiyu, and calmly said, "Yes, that's me."
"Why didn't you tell me? Why?" Pei Zhiyu suppressed her anger, gritting her teeth and making a squeaking sound.
Why? Zhou Xiye suppressed her anger, put on her high heels, bent down to pick up a cigarette and lighter from the coffee table, walked to the single sofa, sat down, the red silk dress outlining her figure. Zhou Xiye crossed her legs, the lines of her buttocks were extremely beautiful, charming and sharp.
She tilted her head, a cigarette dangling from her mouth, one hand holding it securely, the other flicking on a lighter with a click. Zhou Xiye took a deep breath, tossed the lighter aside, and squinted through the wisps of smoke.
"Why? You have the nerve to ask me why?"
Pei Zhiyu took two steps forward, placing her hands on either side of Zhou Xiye's sofa. "Are you angry with me because of the mayor of Hangzhou?"
Zhou Xiye took another drag of his cigarette. "You already know, so why are you asking me?"
"First, it wasn't my arrangement or my request; second, we're married, so we're one. What difference does it make if you're the mayor or I'm the mayor?"
Is there any difference?
Zhou Xiye, with a cigarette between his fingers, dangled his leg in the air and raised an eyebrow. "Of course there's a difference."
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