Chu Hongyu felt like a pool of water being boiled by him, again and again, boiling and evaporating.
He refilled it and it boiled again.
He completely dismantled her, and then pieced her back together; every inch of her skin, every cell, bore his mark.
From nightfall to the first light of dawn, faint noises could be heard outside the window, as if someone was shouting and hurrying by.
But in this small world, there wasn't even a bed, just a storage room with a long dining table, yet it seemed to be isolated from the world, with only this passionate love burning fiercely, leaving no room for anything else.
He explored every intimate gesture, every untouched depth, with both roughness and tenderness. She opened herself up without reservation, letting him take whatever he wanted.
She could feel his hot breath, his strong heartbeat, and every subtle movement of his was deeply etched into her soul like a brand.
...
When Chu Hongyu regained her ability to think, it was already broad daylight.
The room was a mess, and the air still carried the strong scent of lovemaking, yet she felt cold all over.
Staring at Ning Bingyu's mature and handsome profile as he slept peacefully for a long time, her mind remained blank, as if all her thoughts had been taken away, and she didn't know how to deal with the situation in front of her.
Chu Hongyu closed her eyes, turned her back, and tremblingly picked up her torn dress.
She mechanically put on the dress, which looked like pickled vegetables, and tried to fasten the bow, only to find that the dress was already tattered and could not cover her body at all.
Suddenly, Ning Bingyu's voice, slightly hoarse and devoid of any discernible emotion, rang out from behind him—
"Do you need any help?"
Chu Hongyu stood up abruptly, stiff as a pain shot through her body, and her legs gave way, causing her to fall to the ground.
"Ugh..." Her eyes reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes from the pain.
She looked down at the marks on her arms where she had been bound, biting her lip and cursing inwardly—beast!
How could someone who looks so refined, who is over thirty and should be starting to experience erectile dysfunction according to medical standards, be so inhumane!
"Stop being stupid." The man's deep, husky voice rang out.
The next moment, her body was wrapped in a well-tailored suit jacket, and a familiar, composed aura enveloped her.
Ning Bingyu picked her up and placed her back on the table. His expression remained indifferent, as if all the passion of last night was nothing more than an insignificant dream: "Put it on, or are you planning to go out naked like this?"
Chu Hongyu froze, instinctively tightening the coat wrapped around her body.
Her struggles stopped instantly, her face still flushed, but filled with shame and indignation.
She suddenly gritted her teeth and glared at him defiantly, only to find his gaze strange and deep.
Those two dark black holes, resembling the collapse of a massive star, still carried sparks that had not completely dissipated.
She suddenly remembered the "heat" emanating from him that could burn her bones to ashes as a star exploding.
Despite feeling extremely unwell, with every cell screaming with exhaustion, there was also a strange sense of satisfaction.
Chu Hongyu instantly looked away in a flustered and embarrassed manner, her mind completely blank.
We're all mature men and women, why should we pretend to be innocent?
A wrong relationship should not be started, but physical pleasure is also real.
Ning Bingyu stared at Chu Hongyu's flushed and stiff face, a fleeting, unreadable emotion flashing across his dark eyes.
He then lowered his eyelids slightly, as if to conceal some insignificant ripple.
He got up and began to straighten his wrinkled shirt and collar.
The man remained as elegant and composed as he had been the night before, as if the intense passion of the previous night had never existed. He was still the composed and impeccable leader who left no room for error.
His gaze fell on the tear in his sleeve, and he paused, a half-smile playing on his lips.
He simply gave up on tidying up and went straight out of the room.
Outside the door, Tony was already there with several bodyguards, standing at a distance.
Upon seeing Ning Bingyu appear, Tony immediately stepped forward, his brows furrowed with worry: "Young Master, you—"
"Send a suitable set of clothes from the secretary's office," Ning Bingyu interrupted him directly.
He glanced down at his Rolex, which was broken at some point, and said calmly, "Also, postpone this morning's meeting to 10:30."
Tony was taken aback, then nodded and replied in a low voice, "Yes, young master."
His gaze swept over Ning Bingyu's clothes, which were crumpled like pickled vegetables, and the several bloody scratches on his neck, and he hesitated for a moment.
He coughed lightly: "Should we call a doctor?"
“There’s no need for that now. Arrange a medical check-up for me and my assistant Chu after get off work.” Ning Bingyu shook his head lightly.
Although Tony was mentally prepared for what might happen if he found his boss and Chu Hongyu locked in a room when he arrived last night, he was still slightly surprised.
For the past two years, Hongyu and the eldest son have maintained an indescribable distance, as if there is an invisible film separating them.
They almost always avoid any physical contact in private.
This act of "avoiding suspicion" was so deliberate that even they themselves didn't realize it was almost excessive.
So much so that an "ambiguity" permeated the air, one that they themselves were unaware of.
Tony glanced instinctively at the doorway, then immediately realized his mistake.
He glanced instinctively at the doorway, then immediately realized his mistake.
Ning Bingyu glanced over for a moment, and Tony immediately lowered his head and coughed lightly: "Yes, I'll arrange it right away."
"Do you have any cigarettes?" Ning Bingyu suddenly asked casually.
Tony frowned and shook his head: "Young Master, you know I don't like smoking cigars. I'll have someone get some..."
“Smoking is fine too,” Ning Bingyu casually interrupted him.
Tony was taken aback, then pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to him.
Ning Bingyu casually took it, glancing at the packaging indifferently: "Women's menthol cigarettes? What, Tony, are you on a date with a woman? Or have you picked up Anan's habit of only liking this kind of bland cigarette?"
Tony chuckled awkwardly, making no attempt to hide it: "Young Master, I am indeed on a date with a girl."
Ning Bingyu raised an eyebrow, casually uttered an "Oh," and twirled his long, slender fingers holding the cigarette in a circle, but did not ask any further questions.
Tony suddenly remembered that he had made a statement earlier, out of helplessness, that he had never had any other thoughts about Chu Hongyu.
The eldest son also "generously" stated that if Chu Hongyu were interested in pursuing him after she was transferred, he could do so...
Tony was a little uneasy. Did the young master still think he was interested in Hongyu?
But the young master seemed to have forgotten this conversation that belonged to men.
Ning Bingyu casually lit a cigarette with the lighter in Tony's hand: "How's the Li Kaili matter going?"
Amidst the swirling smoke, his tone was indifferent, yet carried a subtle hint of disgust.
Tony felt a little relieved when he heard about it.
He immediately replied, "Young Master Li came personally to take her away. He said his sister was spoiled by her family and that her actions had embarrassed them greatly. He promised that she would never be allowed to show her face in front of you again."
Ning Bingyu chuckled softly upon hearing this, casually flicking his cigarette ash: "He's a smart man. He knows that no one should get involved in the Ning family's succession struggle, and he also knows that I'm not a good person. I won't waste my time to tolerate a brainless woman who dares to scheme against me."
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