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I looked at Jiang Zhao pleadingly, and opened my lips, "Mmm..."
It wasn't that I couldn't speak, but rather that I couldn't form complete sentences. My voice was like a pitiful cat, whimpering and whimpering. Jiang Zhao turned my body upright, looked at my face, and deliberately misinterpreted my meaning, "Fifty thousand, five hundred thousand, or five million?"
I bit my lip, my chin held firmly in his grip. I could even see the arrogant and nonchalant smile on his lips. "Ha, you're worth that much."
Struggling will only make him more controlling, so it's better to do the opposite. I know that if Jiang Zhao wants something, nothing can stop him from turning that idea into reality.
One Christmas, Jiang Zhao saw me wearing a tropical-style sundress covered in flowers after class and suddenly had the idea to take me to an island for a vacation.
To this end, he not only arranged for a private plane to fly me there overnight, but also generously bought the island in the South Pacific and gave it to me.
Jiang Zhao's hands were not the extreme cold white of Xie Yong's, but they were still slender and beautiful, with distinct joints, as exquisite as an artist's.
The veins on the back of his hand were faintly visible, exuding a sense of power and a subtle, burgeoning strength.
Beneath the neat, clean cuffs of his shirt, a black watch strap encircled his wrist.
Roger Dubuis's King dial design is consistently sharp and domineering, reflecting its status as a top-tier luxury brand, much like Jiang Zhao's personality.
His hand was still caressing my cheek, full of chilling intent, and the cold dial of his wristwatch would occasionally brush against me, making me feel suffocated.
I suppressed my discomfort and looked at him hesitantly. Jiang Zhao's expression remained unchanged. There was a huge difference in physical strength between us, and my resistance was completely ineffective. He seemed quite satisfied with my obedience. The next second, Jiang Zhao suddenly pulled his hand back, and I breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Jiang Zhao looked at his phone.
The screen flashed by in an instant, but I still saw more than a dozen missed calls.
I know Jiang Zhao is very busy.
From high school onwards, his mother intended to groom him as the family heir. Jiang Zhao had already completed all courses in finance, psychology, and management while still in high school. At nineteen, while other teenagers were enjoying their youth, Jiang Zhao was nominally studying at university, but in reality, he had already taken over several small companies to gain experience. His family was paving the way for him to officially take over in the future.
That's how he got the title of "Crown Prince." Everyone knows that the Taiguang Group, controlled by the Jiang family, has multiple subsidiaries that encompass almost the entire federal electronics, finance, machinery, IT, and other industries, making them incredibly wealthy.
Jiang Zhao put the phone back, his narrow eyes slanted upwards, and a faint indifference appeared on his handsome face.
It was as if he was toying with me, waiting to see how I would shamelessly seduce him for money.
A strange, unrealistic expectation crept into my mind again. Maybe... my being too proactive would make Jiang Zhao lose interest in me.
"I'll give you one day to cut off all the men around you." Jiang Zhao looked at me calmly, his voice low and forceful.
I lowered my head. Jiang Zhao was not satisfied with my negative attitude. He lifted my chin again and made me look at him.
"Did you understand?" The elegant voice was utterly condescending.
I nodded frantically, though I was terrified inside. The pearl hair clip on my hair had slipped down to my ear, and my long hair was loose.
He reached out and smoothed the stray hairs at my temples. I instinctively tried to pull away, but Jiang Zhao immediately pinched my earlobe and slowly rubbed it, saying, "Speak."
“…Hmm…” He understood the barely audible sound.
Jiang Zhao gently lifted my cheek with his hand, smiled slightly, and removed my pearl hair clip.
I trembled all over. He was a very aggressive person, and the scent he used was also very invasive. Jiang Zhao's fierce eyes gradually softened, and he casually said, "Here you go."
I looked up and saw a credit card, which had replaced my hair clip, placed in my hair.
"Deposit," Jiang Zhao said.
The card features a unique soldier profile design and is an American Express Black Card.
Each wealthy and politically influential person in the Imperial State has one, granting them countless privileges.
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“The PIN code is my life,” Jiang Zhao said casually, his phone nagging him impatiently. Jiang Zhao looked down, completely unaware that what he was giving me was a PIN that could easily buy a plane or a yacht.
I suddenly felt like I was trapped in a huge net, unable to struggle, and even breathing was difficult. It was as if I had returned to a long time ago, when Jiang Zhao always liked to use this condescending way to brand me with his "mark".
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Jiang Zhao's interest lies in watching me struggle helplessly and beg for mercy from him. This is a hobby only a pervert would have. The more helpless I appear, the more he feels a desire to conquer me.
The phone rang again, much to Jiang Zhao's dismay. His brow furrowed sharply. Seeing it was Jiang Mingzhuo calling, he didn't refuse, but instead looked at me and answered.
"Brother, you've been gone for too long." Jiang Mingzhuo's tone was slightly upturned, lazy and gentle. He was very good-tempered and patient with his brother.
Jiang Mingzhuo reminded him, "Don't forget that your fiancée will be taking her final bow later."
Lin Zhi'en! It's her. My heart sank heavier and heavier, my chest heaving noticeably. I had almost forgotten that Jiang Zhao was Lin Zhi'en's fiancé! An indescribable sense of shame quickly enveloped me. My body stiffened, and I stood before him as if I had seen a ghost.
Jiang Mingzhuo seemed to have guessed that he was with a woman, and said casually, "Brother, you're not thinking of cheating on your fiancée with another woman, are you? Be careful not to get caught. There's been some trouble at home lately, so it's best not to cause any more trouble at this critical moment."
Jiang Zhao's dark eyes were fixed on me, exuding a strong sense of danger.
Regardless of Jiang Mingzhuo's true feelings, at this moment, he saved me.
I walked back to my seat and saw Lu Qixi. She looked like she had just escaped a disaster. Under her worried gaze, I pretended to be nonchalant and explained to her that I was on my period and wasn't feeling well. I had bought a hot drink outside and was late.
The magnificent stage and exquisite set seemed to drift further and further away from me, and I had no heart to appreciate them. It wasn't until the actors took their final bows and the surrounding lights came on that I became more acutely aware of the gazes falling upon me, overwhelming me and making me feel increasingly suffocated.
Everyone was applauding, clearly enjoying the performance. Lu Qixi and some other audience members wanted to stay and interact with the ballet dancers, take photos with them, but I couldn't keep up with her. I made an excuse, saying I'd wait for her outside, hoping that leaving would make it easier to go home without anyone noticing me.
I didn't leave through the main entrance. Instead, I grabbed my bag and coat and came out through a more secluded side door. I tiptoed around, putting on my coat, and was about to hail a taxi when a car suddenly came rushing from around the corner behind me. I was so startled that I almost fell over. My knees trembled, and I kept backing away.
The Cullinan screeched to a halt in front of me. The window rolled down gently, and Jiang Zhao, seeing my fearful eyes and drooping eyelashes, asked, "Did I say you could leave?"
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He spoke in a rhetorical tone, but it was excessively cold, leaving absolutely no room for negotiation. Seeing that I still didn't move, Jiang Zhao raised an eyebrow, his gaze towards me aggressive, "Get in the car, or do you want me to carry you up?"
I was terrified and didn't dare to resist at all, so I slowly opened the car door.
Sitting in the passenger seat, the familiar, cold aura, mixed with a faint, unsettling smell of smoke, enveloped me completely. Almost instantly, I recalled what had happened between Jiang Zhao and me at the villa.
I remember the first time I met him was when he transferred back from studying abroad.
It was terribly hot in the summer. After returning from school, I would play in the pool. Back then, during my adolescence, I always wanted to show off my beautifully developed body without restraint. Taking advantage of Jiang Mingzhuo's affection for me, I changed into a light pink three-layer swimsuit without a hat, letting my long, black, curly hair slowly unfurl in the water, fully displaying my beauty.
I was in the pool, only vaguely sensing someone approaching me, but I didn't know who it was. The pool water was rippling, and I thought Jiang Mingzhuo had returned. I had the urge to tease him, so I quietly surfaced, scooped up some water, and splashed it at him as he stood by the pool.
“…Ah.” I felt embarrassed when I saw the person’s face clearly. He had a face similar to Jiang Mingzhuo, but his aura was even stronger. His features were also sharp and handsome, and he was very outstanding. I knew that he was the eldest young master that the servants in the house had mentioned. He was only three years older than me, but I was still subconsciously afraid of him.
“Young Master Jiang…” I looked up at him hesitantly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were back.”
Jiang Zhao was wearing long pants, and I splashed water on the cuffs of his pants.
He looked at me quietly, then suddenly squatted down, raised his hand, and brushed away a few strands of hair that were sticking to my cheek. He smiled, and at that moment I thought he was being friendly to me... He didn't mind having a "little sister" like me in the family.
Later, I realized that his determined look in his eyes meant that he had long planned for me to be his "possession," someone he could do whatever he wanted with.
What exactly do you want?
I sat in the car, lowered my eyelashes to hide the fear in my eyes, and handed him my phone.
Jiang Zhao's voice was deep and magnetic, yet dangerous. "I gave you that card that could buy ten yachts, not to be your friend."
He emphasized the words "make friends".
What it represents is self-evident.
My gaze was blank and flustered, my heart pounding wildly. I typed to him, "Young Master Jiang, you already have a fiancée, so please don't contact me anymore, okay? It's unfair to her."
This statement was mild and indirect, but its effect should be similar to Jiang Mingzhuo's. Since he was wary of being discovered for having an affair while having a fiancée, he might let me off the hook for that reason.
Jiang Zhao's expression instantly turned gloomy. He gripped the back of my head with his hand, his eyes sharp and piercing. His thick, hard penis pressed against my penis, and his kiss was extremely fierce. I raised my hand to hit his shoulder, but Jiang Zhao simply wrapped his arms around my waist. Seeing that my penis was trying to dodge, he pulled it out and kissed me, making my tongue go numb.
“You know perfectly well that Ye Fenglin likes Lin Zhi’en, yet you still pursue him. Aren’t you even more shameless than me?” Jiang Zhao deliberately bullied me, his breath brushing against my ear, his thin lips forming a cold curve: “Do you think I don’t know what you’ve done? Do you think you’ve done right by Lin Zhi’en?”
"..." My eyes widened instantly, but it was too late. Jiang Zhao parted his lips slightly, looking at the silver threads between our lips, and slowly lowered his head, his tongue moving down my chin. I resisted all over, my body trembled, and my shoulders shrank slightly, but this did nothing to stop him.
"Beep beep beep"
In a daze, I seemed to hear a deafening car horn in the distance. A dark gray Cayenne had stopped not far away at some point, its headlights shining with a dazzling light. Jiang Zhao, who was still sweetly stroking my neck, also noticed this uninvited guest.
A cold smile crept into his eyes, and I finally saw who was in the driver's seat: his younger brother, Jiang Mingzhuo.
Jiang Mingzhuo continued pressing the button, the sound attracting the attention of surrounding vehicles and crowds. Jiang Mingzhuo was expressionless, cold and arrogant, completely different from his usual gentle demeanor. He was similar to Jiang Zhao, exuding a sense of class and indifference that made him difficult for others to approach.
This wasn't the first time he'd come to my rescue. I suddenly felt a little dazed. I met Jiang Mingzhuo's gaze; his eyes were calm, emanating no danger from him. In fact, I started to have this inappropriate feeling—was he here to save me...?
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