Chapter 69 Unauthorized "Aren't you very welcoming to me here?"...
On the day Mu Tingyu left Shitang Village, she sat on the swaying bus and looked out at the sky.
The weather was beautiful, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky was as blue as the day she arrived. She dared not think about anything, simply letting her mind wander, watching the ridges of the fields and the low houses gradually recede from her sight, the yellow mud and gravel paths turning into smooth cement and asphalt roads, tall buildings coming into view, and finally, she saw the four characters "Haicheng Airport".
She dared not think about what was behind her, especially the person she had abandoned.
But after returning to Hangzhou, she couldn't stop thinking about it, day and night. It was as if everything had settled down, and no matter how heartbroken, sad, or anxious she was, it was all her own business. She had wondered what it would be like if she could meet him again someday.
He might hate her, ignore her, or pass her by like a stranger.
The only thing I'll never do is like this, lying on top of her, gripping her waist, and pinning her against the headboard.
Her makeup was probably ruined, mostly washed away by her tears. She didn't even know if her mascara had smudged. She didn't have time to look in the mirror; her vision was completely blurred by tears.
Before leaving, Jiang Chu repeatedly reminded her to keep her makeup intact, not to touch it, and not to rub her eyes, otherwise it would be very embarrassing...
The next second, her consciousness was shattered.
The man's voice was low and husky: "Don't get distracted."
The air current brushed against the downy hairs on her ears, and she shuddered suddenly. He pressed her head back, and she couldn't help but cry out.
The room was dimly lit, and the bedside lamp had long been turned off after repeated requests.
The pristine white sheets were a mess, piled up with wrinkles, as if they had been pulled and scratched, looking like a turbulent body of water.
A small, bright white moon hangs high above the water, its tail occasionally dipping down to touch the ripples before rising again, trembling and dripping out glistening dewdrops.
The air conditioner was blowing cold air, making the outside feel icy, but the inside was completely different. The temperature was so high that it felt like it was melting, and when you stirred it, it created a misty vapor.
Mu Tingyu felt completely flushed, her fair skin turning a deep pink. She felt dizzy and disoriented, with only a stubborn urge telling her to escape. But the two hands gripping her waist were incredibly strong, pressing her down relentlessly.
........
The night outside the window was deep and dark, with dim yellow lights shining in the garden. A few guests had come out for some fresh air, while the banquet hall remained bustling with activity.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but her mind went blank, and she clung tightly to the man's strong, bare back.
The shirt was finally stripped off, the expensive and exquisite fabric now crumpled and crumpled into a ball, lying on the side of the bed, tangled with the light pink dress. Not far away were scattered suit jackets, trousers, ties, and several silver square packages that had been torn open.
When she came to her senses, something was thrown into the trash can. Then, the packaging box on the bedside table was touched and made a sound. In the darkness, the silver aluminum foil packaging flashed and was torn open with a "rip".
She was so frightened that her face turned pale. Ignoring her aching back and weak legs, she quickly propped herself up and scrambled to the corner of the bed.
"...You...you're almost done!"
She spoke, only to find her voice hoarse, probably from crying too loudly just now.
Xing Ze slowly put it on, then looked at her and said, "Come here."
"No, I'm not coming..." She shook her head desperately, trying to curl her legs up tightly.
Xing Ze reached out and easily grabbed her ankle, pulling her down beneath him.
Her hair suddenly spread out on the bed, like a flower blooming in disarray.
Her struggles and attempts to escape were all stopped by the man, followed by an impenetrable kiss.
Not long after, she let out a short cry and pushed him away forcefully: "I-I really can't take it anymore...!"
"Can you handle it?"
Xing Ze's expression was indifferent. He gently twirled his fingers together, observing her reaction as he casually asked, "You said it yourself that night, have you forgotten?"
Mu Tingyu knew that the man was angry.
There is no doubt that anyone would be furious if they were abandoned in such an humiliating way.
She felt guilty and a little ashamed, so she didn't resist much the first time. Now that they were in bed, this man certainly wouldn't let her go easily.
But she never expected it to be so terrifying.
That night, she felt that they might never see each other again, so not wanting to have any regrets, she took the initiative to pull him aside and ask him to do it. He almost coaxed her while doing it, and although it lasted a long time, his movements were always incredibly gentle, pausing from time to time to let her catch her breath.
Perhaps this memory gave her the wrong impression, causing her to forget that this man was actually an extremely fierce person at heart.
The loyal German Shepherd was fitted with a collar, the other end held in its owner's hand. It looked gentle and obedient, but its fangs were still intact, allowing it to easily grab its owner's neck, as if it were holding a delicate flower petal.
Mu Tingyu trembled uncontrollably, gritting her teeth as she said, "Please...please stop...how many times has this happened? I'm really going to die!"
"No, I won't." Xing Ze pulled his hand out, held it up in front of her, and spread his fingers. "See, you're very welcoming."
"............" Mu Tingyu's face flushed red instantly, and she couldn't help but kick him, "You really are....!"
Xing Ze, however, did not want to pay any more attention to her and bent down.
Then, her cries and pleas for mercy were completely drowned out by the kisses.
Neon lights shone brightly, and the crystal chandeliers in the banquet hall downstairs were dazzling. Bottle after bottle of champagne was opened, and guests sang and laughed, clinking glasses and exchanging toasts.
The entire Gan Palace was booked out, and uniformed waiters moved among the crowd with respectful and cautious expressions. This charity gala was a grand affair, a rare opportunity for fame and fortune, and almost everyone gathered inside the banquet hall, with no one venturing upstairs.
On the opposite side, the rooftop corridor is quiet and still. The master bedroom of each suite faces the back garden and artificial lake, with the curtains thoughtfully left open so that guests can see the soft night light as soon as they enter.
Only one room had its curtains drawn, preventing anyone from seeing inside.
The night is still long.
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Early in the morning, the sky brightened up very early.
The garden was quiet, filled with the fresh scent of sun-baked grass, mingling with the sweet fragrance of blooming gardenias.
Along the winding path, endless summer hydrangeas cluster together, and dewdrops linger on the petals of lilies. Birds hop on the branches, chirping clear and melodious songs, and falling leaves startle the koi in the lake, creating ripples on the water's surface.
Mu Tingyu was awakened by the sunlight streaming in through the window. She tried to raise her hand to shield her eyes, but found that even moving her arm made her sore.
My whole body felt like it had been disassembled and then reassembled, limp and powerless.
The room was brightly lit, and the curtains had been drawn back at some point. She turned her head to look, but there was no one beside her.
"........"
She moved her body with difficulty, turned her back to the window, shrank into the blanket, and intended to continue sleeping.
Just then, the door clicked open, and Xing Ze walked in, a bath towel wrapped around his waist.
Water droplets dripped from the ends of his hair, slid down his full chest muscles, flowed along the muscle lines to below his taut V-line, and disappeared into the bath towel.
Mu Tingyu showed no interest in appreciating it, and ordered him in a hoarse voice, "Draw the curtains." Then she closed her eyes again.
Xing Ze acted as if he hadn't heard her, got into bed, hugged her through the blanket, and held her warmly in his arms.
"I want to keep sleeping." Mu Tingyu was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open. "Quickly, draw the curtains."
The man's voice was calm, with a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction, as he coaxed her softly, "Have some breakfast before you go to sleep."
"I won't eat."
"You'll be hungry if you don't eat."
"I still won't eat it." Mu Tingyu frowned impatiently. "Draw the curtains."
Xing Ze gently kissed her eyes: "Eat a little, shall I feed you?"
Mu Tingyu clicked her tongue, then suddenly opened her eyes as if she remembered something: "I'm still wearing makeup. You like to eat eyeshadow?"
"It's been uninstalled."
Mu Tingyu was taken aback when she heard this. She reached out and touched her face, and it did indeed feel like there was nothing on it.
"When did you uninstall it? I didn't know."
"You're asleep."
"You helped me uninstall it?"
"Um."
Xing Ze kissed her face repeatedly, and she squinted and turned her head away, saying, "You can even remove makeup? You didn't just wipe it with a towel, did you?"
This is something only a straight man would do.
Xing Ze did not answer her.
"Hey... stop kissing me... are you a woodpecker?"
"I was wearing makeup last night, so we didn't kiss."
"Then why wouldn't you let me go when I said I needed to remove my makeup?"
Xing Ze pressed his cheek against hers, sticky and clingy: "I'm busy."
"........"
She rolled her eyes.
Having been tormented all night, she was filled with resentment and just wanted to close her eyes and sleep soundly. At this moment, any attempt at post-coital warmth felt like an intrusion.
"Get out." She was hugged tightly, so she had to bend her knees and push against him through the blanket. "Draw the curtains, it's too bright!"
Xing Ze whispered to her, "You unwrapped my bath towel."
"........"
Mu Tingyu couldn't help but glance down.
The white bath towel that was originally tightly tied around her waist had now come undone and was hanging loosely on her hips, revealing her clearly defined abdominal muscles.
But that's not the point.
The key point is a little below, that undeniable feature that pushes the bath towel into an arc.
"Why are you drawing the curtains?" The man tightened his grip on her arm. "Aren't you tired?"
He whispered in her ear, his voice sexy and husky: "If you're not tired anymore—there are a few left in the box."
"........"
Mu Tingyu closed her eyes and said numbly, "If you dare to mess with me again, I'll fight you to the death."
The man chuckled softly, reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, coaxing her, "Breakfast has been delivered. Eat something before you sleep, sweetie."
Mu Tingyu was at her wits' end, so she moved slightly and said, "Then don't hug me, I need to go wash my face and brush my teeth."
Xing Ze released her, and she sat up, her body aching all over, and glanced at the head of the bed.
The brightly colored box had a few small words written on it: "Pack of twelve."
—Only a few remain.
"......."
Mu Tingyu grew angrier the more she thought about it, and gritted her teeth as she kicked him.
That bastard kept her up for most of the night, until she was so tired she lost consciousness and couldn't remember how it ended. She only woke up briefly when he carried her into the bathroom, then passed out again.
Xing Ze took the kick without complaint, then pulled her into his arms, picked her up, and carried her to the bathroom.
Mu Tingyu made intimate contact with his skin, raised her fist and punched his chest a few times to vent her anger.
Although I admit I was wrong, the price I paid was far too high!
Xing Ze took her hand and kissed it, then smiled and said, "You're quite strong."
“Remember this,” Mu Tingyu glared at him, “If it weren’t for my kindness, you would be pinned to the ground and beaten up by now.”
“Hmm,” Xing Ze said, “It’s smart to know how to defend yourself.”
Mu Tingyu was about to raise her chin and say "Of course," when she suddenly realized something was wrong. "How do you know I've studied that?"
"..." Xing Ze remained expressionless. "Didn't you say you were going to pin me to the ground and beat me up?"
He then asked, "Just because of kindness? No other reason?"
Mu Tingyu's attention was drawn away: "Then what other reason do you want?"
“For example,” Xing Ze said, holding her, laying a towel on the sink, placing her on the counter, supporting himself on either side of her, and looking up at her, “because you like me, so you can’t bear to part with me.”
"..." Mu Tingyu's ears turned red, and her gaze drifted away. "Why did you suddenly bring this up?"
Last night I was cold and fierce with her, but today I'm as clingy as a large dog.
Are all men like this?
Xing Ze's gaze was too intense for her to bear, and she reached out to block it, saying, "I need to wash up."
He then released his hands from the table and instead put his arm around her waist.
As Mu Tingyu squeezed toothpaste onto her toothbrush, she glanced at the bottles and jars on the counter.
"Huh?" she mumbled, toothbrush in her mouth. "Aren't these my things?"
She realized what she was doing: "You...you moved my toiletries from my studio?"
Xing Ze hummed in agreement and rested his chin on her shoulder.
Mu Tingyu brushed her teeth in shock, her mouth full of foam making it difficult to speak, so she could only speed up.
After Xing Ze finished washing her face, he handed her a washcloth. She took it, wiped her mouth, and quickly asked, "Why did you move it here? We'll have to move it back later. Isn't that too much trouble?"
"We're not moving it back."
She turned her head to look at him: "Huh?"
“Come stay at my house,” Xing Ze said.
Mu Tingyu was stunned by the sudden invitation to live together.
Why, why?
Xing Ze hugged her from the side, kissed her cheek, and said matter-of-factly, "Didn't we live together before?"
"But before, wasn't there no other way?"
"No way?" Xing Ze kissed her neck. "Who doesn't live on the second floor and keeps sneaking into my room every day?"
"..." Mu Tingyu was speechless and reached out to push his face away. "Okay, stop kissing."
"But I need to paint in the studio; all my things are there."
“It’s already at my house,” Xing Ze said.
"?"
Mu Tingyu stammered, "What...what's in your house?"
"All your art supplies." He tightened his arms around her waist and said casually, "If it's not enough, just buy more, or tell me if there's anything else you need to move."
"......."
She was utterly shocked and completely bewildered by his actions. After hesitating for a while, she finally asked, "You...you're not kidding me, are you? You didn't empty the entire art studio, did you? Isn't Jiang Chu here? Didn't she stop you...?"
"Not here."
“”
She asked, "Then how did you get in? By picking the lock?!"
Xing Ze chuckled: "I have the key."
"Where did you come from... Oh." Mu Tingyu remembered that he had locked the door from the outside when he left the studio that day.
"You stole my keys!" She reacted immediately, shoving him. "And how could you move my things without my permission! You're so mean! Where did you learn to act first and ask for permission later!"
"........"
Xing Ze lowered his head, pressed his cheek against hers, and gently rubbed against her: "You don't want to?"
Mu Tingyu frowned: "It's not that I'm unwilling, it's that you didn't get my permission..."
"I want to see you every day." Xing Ze leaned in and kissed her. "My house is big, you can choose any room to use as your art studio, okay?"
"..." Mu Tingyu looked at his vulnerable expression and bit her lip. "But I..."
“Baby,” Xing Ze called her softly, “I don’t want you to be too far away from me. I want to see you every day when I come home, just like before.”
“”
Mu Tingyu remained silent.
She actually disliked others making decisions for her without her consent. But seeing Xing Ze's meek and obedient demeanor, a sense of guilt quietly rose within her, intertwining with her conflicted feelings.
Seeing that she was frowning and not speaking, Xing Ze reached out and wet a washcloth for her, handed it to her, and coaxed, "Wash your face and eat first, okay? Breakfast will get cold."
Mu Tingyu didn't seem very happy, but she still nodded.
Xing Ze smiled and kissed her hair affectionately.
The breakfast selection was plentiful, including both Chinese and Western options. Mu Tingyu looked sleepy and had little appetite, so she picked out some pumpkin porridge. After Xing Ze kept coaxing her, she reluctantly ate a French croissant.
During the meal, she asked again, still not convinced, "Are you sure you weren't joking just now? When did you move?"
"Good morning." Xing Ze wiped her mouth. "Would you like to see some photos?"
"...No need." Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, she had no choice but to take out her phone and send a message to Jiang Chu to let her know, so that she wouldn't be so frightened as to call the police when she came to open the door and saw that the studio was empty.
After finishing her meal, she felt sleepy again, and this time Xing Ze obediently went to draw the curtains, making the room dark.
She huddled under the covers, squinting her eyes in the cool comfort of the air conditioning.
Xing Ze also got into bed from the other side.
Mu Tingyu was held in his arms, her palms pressed against his chest. He had changed into his familiar cotton T-shirt, which felt very comfortable to the touch.
"Did you buy this T-shirt wholesale from Taobao for 31 pieces?" she asked, yawning slightly. "It seems like you have a lot of the same one."
Xing Ze pressed his cheek against the top of her head and gently rubbed it, his voice filled with laughter: "Yeah, wholesale."
"The material is quite good." She snuggled closer into his arms and closed her eyes with a sense of relief.
She closed her eyes for a few seconds, then opened them again: "By the way, we've already moved this time, so let's just let it go. But you can't do this again next time. You have to ask me first, okay?"
"Okay," Xing Ze kissed her forehead, "I understand."
"I'm serious, I don't like this."
"Okay, go to sleep."
So Mu Tingyu closed her eyes again.
She was indeed extremely tired and exhausted, and soon fell asleep, her breathing becoming steady.
Xing Ze reached out and touched her face, his fingertips stroking her cheek. She remained motionless, completely unaware.
He stared at her for a while, then reached for his phone on the pillow.
The phone screen emitted a light in the dim light. He swiped a few times casually and made a call.
The call was answered almost immediately. The person greeted him respectfully and then said a few more words.
Xing Ze listened to the phone call while gazing at the sleeping girl, his expression indifferent.
After a while, the person on the other end of the phone finished the report and asked for his opinion.
Xing Ze reached out and patted the girl's head, speaking softly.
"Understood, proceed with the trial as soon as possible."
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Author's note: I've done my best (shrugs)
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