Xie Yong
Third-person perspective Xie Yong
Xie Yong was born into a typical political family.
From the moment his great-grandfather crossed the ocean from the other side of the continent to reach this land, he entered the presidential cabinet, serving diligently until his retirement. Since then, every generation of the Xie family in power has held a senior administrative position.
My grandfather, on the other hand, once served as Minister of Commerce, and his achievements paved a better path for the family's later successors.
Xie Yong was exposed to this from a young age. While other children were still immersed in the romantic fairy tales of princes and princesses, he had already understood the meaning of the phrase "political-business marriage".
His image of his girlfriend, and even his future wife, also comes from his mother.
She should possess a noble temperament, elegant manners, and a beautiful and dignified appearance. She should always maintain an approachable demeanor and be a good assistant in her future election campaign. At the same time, she should have her own career to strive for. The couple should not only be each other's marriage partners but also future business partners.
There was only one girl in Xie Yong's life who met all the criteria, and her name was Lin Zhi'en.
The two had known each other since elementary school. In middle school, they joined the student council and cheerleading team respectively. In high school, they were elected as the school's king and queen with a high number of votes. They also entered the same university. Everyone they met said they were a perfect match.
There's nothing wrong with this, Xie Yong thought.
He doesn't like Lin Zhi'en, but he doesn't hate her either, and that's enough.
Lin Zhi'en has many suitors, including Xie Yong's childhood friend Ye Fenglin.
He was very enthusiastic about the girl and always followed her around. However, Xie Yong keenly sensed that Ye Fenglin's feelings for Lin Zhi'en were twisted and strange. He always showed his deep affection for Lin Zhi'en in front of him, but when Xie Yong finally agreed to help, Ye Fenglin's enthusiasm would recede as quickly as the sea.
Xie Yong described him as having a histrionic personality.
But he remained the same, seeing through things but not saying anything.
Xie Yong was always confident and composed. His father told him that a politician must control his emotions perfectly and never lose control. If his emotions were easily controlled by someone with just a few words, his future would be completely ruined.
He always considered himself perfect. He participated in various academic competitions, excelled in sports, engaged in community service, and even volunteered overseas. He also participated in public welfare activities with his father. He always maintained good patience and was able to be polite and friendly to everyone.
Intelligent, excellent, and calm.
Xie Yong was very popular. It's no exaggeration to say that all the older boys in the school wanted to be like him, and all the younger boys admired him greatly.
Ye Fenglin... thought the same thing.
She was jealous of him, yet longed to be like him.
Everyone's attention will be focused on him.
Is there anyone who doesn't like him?
Xie Yong had never thought about this question until the day after he was twenty-three, when he met that girl. It was the day of his elective course on the history of the Cold War. The classroom was a bit noisy. Xie Yong rested his chin on his hand, somewhat absentminded. Ye Fenglin sat on the table next to him, his sports watch flashing under the chandelier in the classroom.
The boys were discussing their plans for the next semester.
Participating in the Economic Mathematics Competition, or getting an internship at JP Morgan during the summer, or whether the ham sandwich stall near the school will introduce a new flavor next semester. The topic was rather dull; Xie Yong played on his phone, occasionally chiming in with a few words.
Of course, no matter how perfunctory he is, no one will ignore him.
Xie Yong seemed to say something like, "I'll be going to California for vacation during winter break."
However, no one responded to him at that moment. Everyone seemed to stop, ignore him, and look towards the door.
Xie Yong glanced sideways and suddenly understood.
A stunningly beautiful girl.
She had long, slightly wavy, jet-black hair, delicate features, and skin as white, smooth, and translucent as porcelain. Her light eyelashes trembled constantly, making her look both gentle and pitiful.
She wore a white shirt and jeans, but you could still see her slender waist and beautiful hip lines. Her long legs were incredibly slim. In the Imperial University, where everyone was from the middle class or above, her clothes were very simple, yet she exuded an undeniable purity.
Like a princess in an ivory tower, innocent and lovable, yet making you want to hold her tightly in your palm.
"So beautiful..."
"I don't remember having a woman with such stunning looks at my school. Could she be from another school?"
"Looking for someone?"
People around her were talking about her. Xie Yong smiled and thought to himself, "This girl must have come to find me."
Sure enough, a few seconds later, the girl walked up to him. The closer she got, the more he could smell her fragrance. What was it? It seemed to be jasmine, pure and light, very much like her.
Xie Yong waited for her to speak, but the girl only gave him a letter. His gaze swept over her face. She habitually bit her lip, looking pitiful and endearing, which softened his heart.
"..." Why isn't she saying anything? Xie Yong thought to himself. He couldn't help but look at her lips, pink, full, and moist, like a lovely peach. No man would not want to kiss her after seeing her.
The girl simply gestured for him to open the letter, which was probably another love letter or something, but Xie Yong wasn't interested. If she were willing to speak, like the girls who always chased after him, maybe he would listen to how she would confess her feelings.
Xie Yong used Lin Zhi'en as an excuse to reject her. The girl blushed immediately, biting her lip shyly and embarrassedly. She still didn't dare to speak, simply sitting silently beside him.
She was described as shy and innocent, yet she was also incredibly bold, staring at him without blinking.
She even quietly moved closer to Xie Yong. He held his pen, and the soft, fragrant body of the girl seemed to be right beside him, making him unusually agitated. He didn't hear a word the professor on the stage said, but he saw her out of the corner of his eye, still clumsily pushing the letter in front of him.
Those hands had slender fingers, with pinkish tips that were breathtakingly beautiful.
Xie Yong noticed that she was habitually gesturing. He had seen people with physical disabilities before, and he immediately realized that she couldn't speak.
Even though she couldn't speak and had been rejected by him, the girl still followed him to the place where he had dinner. Unfortunately, after being rejected, she stood at the door, pursed her lips, and cried her heart out.
She was so beautiful that Xie Yong noticed many men in the restaurant were eager to play the hero and rescue her.
Seeing this, Ye Fenglin smiled faintly and asked slowly, "Brother Yong, are you feeling sorry for him?"
Lin Zhi'en, who was standing to the side, also looked over. Xie Yong didn't say anything. He actually wanted to call the girl in, but Ye Fenglin got up first and brought the girl in a little while later. She didn't even look at Ye Fenglin and kept staring straight at him.
You like her that much? It's obvious you're not even trying to hide it anymore. Xie Yong slightly curled the corners of his lips and learned her name: Jiang Fu.
He stared at her neck, where the skin was delicate, white, and very smooth.
I wonder if she would cry if I took a bite.
Xie Yong's eyes had a slight darkening.
He thought she was a bit slow and clumsy. She clearly liked him so much, so why did she play hard to get? And it seemed that ever since she appeared, men's eyes would automatically stick to her, but she was completely unaware, wearing a short skirt to attend parties where he was present.
She could have gotten close to him, but she cried again.
Xie Yong watched with great interest as her tears fell little by little. She seemed to be resisting, or perhaps shy, but she couldn't speak, and Xie Yong had no idea what she was thinking. He couldn't help but pinch her waist, his temples throbbing violently. The fragrance of jasmine permeated everything, causing his self-control to completely collapse.
“…Mmm…” She finally let out a soft moan, a delicate panting.
Xie Yong couldn't help but kiss her. Her lips were soft and sweet. He held her lips in his mouth and raised his hand to stroke her leg. She resisted a little, showing a dazed and delicate look. Her eyes were watery and she looked at him timidly, completely unaware of her own beauty and fragility.
Xie Yong's entire body was in a state of agitation, and he had no self-control whatsoever. He even forgot that there were other people around him and brazenly entered her room to assault and possess her.
From then on, kissing her became Xie Yong's favorite thing to do. He would habitually grab her and start kissing her whenever he found an excuse. Although Xie Yong's kissing skills improved after a few kisses, she was still inexperienced and didn't know how to respond.
Xie Yonghan played with her tip, making soft, smacking sounds as they kissed. When the kiss ended, she was still on the verge of tears, clinging to him and wrapping her arms around his neck, looking pitiful. Yet, he felt a thrill of excitement.
She likes him, which is why she always gives him that seductive look.
Xie Yong was so certain that when he first discovered the seemingly ambiguous relationship between her and Ye Fenglin, he simply didn't believe Ye Fenglin would betray him, after all, he had lost so many times.
But Jiang Fu, behind his back, secretly went to find Ye Fenglin and looked at him with the same eyes she had once looked at him.
Xie Yong felt for the first time how terrible it was to lose someone's attention. He tried to get Jiang Fu's attention back, and luckily she was very obedient, sitting on his lap, and he couldn't help but kiss her again.
He dared not go any further. On the one hand, that night, when he touched her soft, full breasts, he found that her body was too delicate. Even the slightest touch would leave a mark. A girl as pure and innocent as her would surely cry if he touched her even slightly.
On the other hand, he noticed that Jiang Fu didn't smile much. She was so beautiful, yet she always seemed to have a faint sadness about her. Was it because they hadn't officially started dating yet?
Later, he learned from Ye Fenglin that her brother was about to be tried because of a car accident.
Only she herself can save her.
Xie Yong agreed to help her, and that was the first time she smiled. Her eyes were clear and bright, breathtakingly beautiful, leaving him speechless.
She was unusually unafraid of Xie Yong's kisses, and he held her in the back seat of the car. Xie Yong looked at her, and he could clearly feel his own madness. The moment he looked down at her snow-white lips, he could no longer control himself.
Xie Yong ordered a grand banquet to be planned, intending to confess his feelings to her.
He recalled their first meeting, the letter she had given him. She couldn't speak, so how did she fall in love with him, and what could she say?
Xie Yong couldn't wait. He gently opened the envelope, smelled the jasmine fragrance, and froze the moment he saw the words.
Would anyone dislike him? He always asked himself this question when he thought about how arrogant he was.
At that time, there was no definite answer. He was convinced that he was the winner of any competition and that no one could surpass him.
Upon seeing the letter, he sneered and considered tearing it up, but then realized he couldn't bear to.
As if torturing herself, Xie Yong opened her "brother's" social media, only to find that she was completely wrong. He wasn't her brother at all; he was clearly her boyfriend!
The smile he couldn't coax was easily given to other men in the video.
He kissed her so carefully each time, she never took the initiative, yet she would kiss and hug other men incessantly, like a koala being held in their arms.
Xie Yong gripped his fist tighter and tighter, and sped up the car until he got home.
"Young Master Xie, your restaurant is all set up," the other party told him. "It's not easy to buy jasmine flowers in this weather, but we've still filled it up completely. Would you like to come and take another look?"
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Reason told him that he had been swayed by his emotions, which was not a good thing.
"No, I don't want it."
In his mind, however, Xie Yong felt as if he were being violently torn apart. He remembered what his father had told him: politicians are actually disguised beasts, with an inherently aggressive and controlling nature. They will stop at nothing to achieve their goals, and using cruel methods can be an effective way to strike their opponents.
A few minutes later.
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"Wait a minute, leave it for later." Xie Yong said to the people at the restaurant, a cold smile playing on his lips. "I will definitely bring her there on time." @Unlimited good articles, all at Literary City
"Just snatch it," Xie Yong calmly instructed himself.
Would anyone dislike him? He wondered uncontrollably again, and this time the answer was crystal clear.
Jiang Fu.
She dares not like herself.
It doesn't matter.
When the beautiful jasmine flower is battered and bruised by the harsh realities of life, it can only weakly and desperately plead with him again to return to his embrace.
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