Chapter 53
Change one
Chen Zhiyu stared blankly. In that instant, he felt as if a firework had exploded in his head, sparks flying everywhere, the intense heat burning him from head to toe. His burning gaze followed Qiao Xi's figure until she stood before him.
Chen Zhiyu held Qiao Xi tightly around the waist, not wanting her to leave his sight again. He gently buried his face in her stomach and whispered an apology, "I'm sorry, I will never act impulsively again."
Chen Zhiyu, who was usually calm and composed, could no longer restrain himself after seeing Qiao Dacheng. He couldn't bear to see Qiao Xi being bullied by her abusive father.
He found it difficult to remain calm when facing Josh.
Josh sighed softly, her hand resting on his tense shoulder, gently stroking it, and said earnestly, "I told you, you have to think carefully about the consequences before you do anything."
"I know." Chen Zhiyu's voice was trembling with tears. He was crying like a child who had done something wrong. He remembered everything Qiao Xi had said. "But I can't control myself when I think about how he treated you."
He had seen Josh grow more and more haggard each day, and Chen Zhiyu felt guilty. "You haven't been getting enough rest because of this either." He paused, then assured him in a comforting tone, "Don't worry, I've already arranged for someone to put him in a safe place. He won't be arrested for long."
Chen Zhiyu hugged Qiao Xi and said, "From now on, I'll make sure he doesn't bully you again."
After listening to Chen Zhiyu honestly explain the whole story, Qiao Xi broke free from his restraints and opened the bag in his hand amidst his aggrieved and bewildered gaze.
She took out a cotton swab, glanced at him, and said, "So how did you get this on your face?" Then she sneered, "Don't tell me it was Qiao Dacheng. You guys are really pathetic, letting a drunkard in his fifties, who's completely drunk, beat you up like this."
Chen Zhiyu lowered his eyes, embarrassed to answer. At first, he thought it was just a hand injury, but when tears seeped into the wound, the gritty pain made him realize that his face was also injured.
"Ouch, be gentle." Chen Zhiyu couldn't help but cry out as the cotton swab, soaked with wound medicine, stung him.
"You still have the nerve to say it hurts." Josh said this, but his movements unconsciously became a little gentler.
Chen Zhiyu hadn't expected that Qiao Dacheng would be so reckless, beating up the old master with a flurry of punches. The drunkard was acting recklessly, and with the scene in such chaos, it was inevitable that he would miss a few punches.
It's a bit embarrassing to talk about it in detail.
Chen Zhiyu glanced down, reluctantly and awkwardly saying, "I was hiding in the back and only came out when it was time to hit him. He didn't know I was there."
"What a character." Josh chuckled, but deliberately tightened his grip.
They won't learn their lesson unless they're taught a lesson.
Despite the pain, Chen Zhiyu hurriedly explained, his tone certain, "He was drunk, bumped into one of my buddies and started swearing, so we..."
The trap script was all written, just waiting for Qiao Dacheng to fall into it. Qiao Xi laughed angrily, "This is the script you wrote?"
"Don't worry, we did it very discreetly."
"What do you mean I'm not at ease? I need to talk to Liu Weifeng about this sometime. I need to find out what my people have learned from him." After applying the medicine, Qiao Xi sat on the stool opposite him, her sharp gaze pressing him for answers, "Liu Weifeng helped you with all of this, right?"
Chen Zhiyu did not deny it.
From Qiao Dacheng's location to the group of troublemakers, it was all Liu Weifeng's doing.
After calming down, Josh stopped asking about the matter. She thought for a moment and then said in a low voice, "Even if Qiao Dacheng is arrested, he should be released soon. After that, I want to see him."
Some things just need to be resolved.
Chen Zhiyu cast a worried look at Qiao Xi, "Qiao Xi."
“This matter needs to be resolved. We need to settle things with him, otherwise he will continue to interfere with our lives.” Josh was still holding the cotton swabs she had used to clean Chen Zhiyu’s wounds. She stared at the brown spot and slowly said, “I know what he’s after. What he wants is this house.”
When Josh rushed into the bedroom, she saw the ransacked boxes and realized that Qiao Dacheng had returned.
Josh looked up. "He's looking for the property ownership certificate." Qiao Dacheng got angry and made a mess of the house because he couldn't find the certificate.
Chen Zhiyu: "And the property certificate is with Liu Weifeng." The collateral for the loan was the family's property certificate.
Josh nodded, "Yes." Then she suddenly smiled, "Actually, even if Qiao Dacheng found the property certificate, it wouldn't matter. Grandma was afraid of this happening, so she made a will in advance. Now this house has nothing to do with Qiao Dacheng."
However, given Qiao Dacheng's personality, he would definitely not give up easily; he would relentlessly haunt them like a demon.
It's best to resolve this sooner rather than later.
Josh turned and glared at Chen Zhiyu, sternly warning, "Don't go see Qiao Dacheng without my permission again. Tell me beforehand if you need anything." Afraid he might do something underhanded, she couldn't help but raise her voice, "Did you hear me!"
Chen Zhiyu approached Qiao Xi with a fawning expression, speaking cautiously, "Qiao Xi, let's not fight anymore, okay?"
Josh was still angry, but Chen Zhiyu's persistent pleading wore her down. At the same time, she was angry that he had her figured out, so she turned her head away, not wanting to look at him.
However, the next second, Chen Zhiyu, who was still acting cute, suddenly reached out his arm and picked Qiao Xi up in his arms.
He carried Josh to the sofa and gently placed her on the top seat of the backrest. Then, he sank his knees into the soft sofa, leaned down, and planted a series of tender kisses on her neck.
Josh leaned against the wall, his body gradually relaxing.
The passion surged like a tide, pushing her deeper and deeper into the waves. Josh felt like she was drowning, gradually sinking into this intimacy.
Josh lifted his leg and placed his foot on Chen Zhiyu's shoulder, forcing Chen to stop, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction and confusion.
Her gaze followed the path down, along the broad shoulders, gradually moving to the firm abdomen, finally settling on the waist and abdomen, where the skin was burning hot like molten lava.
Josh took a hard breath, feigning calmness as he spoke, his tone carrying a hint of imperiousness, "Take it off."
It was a tone that was almost like a command.
But those words stirred up a deep longing within him. Chen Zhiyu was pleased; he couldn't wait to take off his cumbersome coat, revealing his well-defined abs.
As darkness fell, the living room curtains were drawn tightly shut, and warm yellow lights came on, casting the shadows of the two people on the wall.
*
Josh has always loved canned chilled beer.
In the hot summer, the air circulation in the living room is poor, and the room is stuffy. When a can of beer taken out of the refrigerator comes into contact with the hot temperature, fine water droplets immediately seep out of the can, wetting the delicate and dry palms.
The can was wet and slippery, almost causing Josh to lose her grip; she had to tighten her hold on a couple of times.
When the can is shaken violently, the wheat-colored beer liquid churns inside, making a hissing sound, while a large amount of beer bubbles gather at the top of the can opening.
The moment the tab is pulled, a dense mass of milky white beer foam surges up, carrying a large amount of beer, erupting like a volcano and gushing out of the can, wetting the entire can.
Josh's palms were sticky.
...
Having benefited, Chen Zhiyu became insatiable, and the second time, they moved to the bedroom.
This time, he teased her little by little, patiently and deliberately.
Josh felt like she was on fire. Chen Zhiyu's increasingly audacious behavior had worn down her already dwindling patience. She suddenly raised her knee and kicked Chen Zhiyu off the bed. Her brows furrowed, she urged him impatiently, "Hurry up!"
Chen Zhiyu, who was lying on the bed, was suddenly kicked off the bed. He staggered two steps barefoot on the floor before he could stand up.
Instead of getting angry, he laughed.
Chen Zhiyu wasn't annoyed when she kicked him off the bed. He raised the corner of his eye and looked at her with a carefree yet slightly mischievous smile.
He did it on purpose; he was slowly wearing down her temper. Chen Zhiyu's lips curled up, a wicked smile in his eyes, and he looked up again.
Seeing his expression, Josh was furious and impatiently urged, "Hurry up, Chen Zhiyu!"
Hearing this, he slowly leaned down, his forehead touching hers, and mischievously asked, "Hurry up what? What do you mean, hurry up? Explain yourself."
Then, a warm, almost imperceptible touch brushed against her cheek, the movement gradually moving down to her neck, and further down. Long, slender fingers, like dragonflies skimming the water, glided over her soft skin, the smooth fingertips applying pressure.
Chen Zhiyu's babbling words were like a spell, leaving sparks wherever they went, leaving Qiao Xi mesmerized. Like a pot of water about to boil dry, his calm demeanor only served to evaporate her patience drop by drop.
She felt every pore on her body trembling. She didn't hear what he was saying at all. Her heart was filled with restlessness again. She raised her foot to kick him, but this time, he had anticipated it. Chen Zhiyu accurately grabbed her ankle.
Josh opened his mouth to curse at him, but was forcefully stopped by the other party.
Just when things were on the verge of collapse, the void was filled.
The words that were meant to be squeezed out of her throat were shattered into fragments. In that instant, it was as if a long-standing fog had been lifted, and her hazy eyes opened to see Chen Zhiyu's carefree smile once more.
They were repeatedly provoked.
......
My burning forehead pressed against the slightly cool wall. Before I could catch my breath from what I had just experienced, a gentle warmth spread across my back.
Before she could refuse, it slid down from her shoulders and neck to her lower back.
Josh leaned against the cool wall, while behind her was a ball of fire, experiencing a sensation of both ice and fire that made her scalp tingle.
...
The two of them were in such a hurry on the sofa that this is only now the real meal is beginning.
Soft hands were simultaneously grasped by a large hand and placed in front of her.
Josh never dared to walk alone at night because the fear of the unknown behind him would automatically put his body into a state of alert. Now was no different; Josh felt extremely insecure and pleaded in a desperate tone, "Change...change to another one..."
"Chen Zhiyu, change to another one."
Josh pleaded in a strained tone, his voice trembling with tears.
Chen Zhiyu is still performing regular movements.
His deep, magnetic voice, laced with heat, brushed against her earlobe as he deliberately asked, "What would you like to change to?" He pressed on with increasing malice, "Josh, what do you think we should change to?"
After speaking, it touches on something even more deeply.
...
Chen Zhiyu seemed determined to get a satisfactory answer from Qiao Xi, otherwise he would not give up and would go further.
Instead of being granted permission, the other party accelerated the process.
But it strangely eased her anxiety.
"Relax."
Josh finally couldn't take it anymore, and before he knew it, he collapsed backward from exhaustion.
Halfway through the journey, it was steadily supported again.
Strong arms supported her, and she was restored to her former state.
Chen Zhiyu let out a muffled laugh from his chest. He hissed softly, trying to suppress it, veins bulging on his forehead, and spoke in a deep voice, trying to persuade someone.
The dry and stuffy bedroom suddenly became damp.
Josh was in a daze, his head was spinning, he was enveloped in heat, his mind was clouded, and his brain was a complete mess.
It's so painful, this feeling is so unbearable.
As if something was blocking her throat, she couldn't speak. Josh was like a stranded fish, struggling to lift her head.
Chen Zhiyu released her hands, put one hand in front of him, pondered, and explored again.
He's so bad.
"no..."
Josh couldn't take it anymore and begged for mercy in a soft voice.
"no..."
"Why not? This is great." Sensing Josh's rebelliousness, Chen Zhiyu acted like a patient and encouraging teacher, tirelessly correcting her mistakes.
After a long while, Josh let out a wronged sound, swayed, and fell into Chen Zhiyu's arms.
...
During the pause, Chen Zhiyu let out a soft chuckle, gently stroked Qiao Xi's damp hair, tilted his head, and kissed her.
After a moment, he put his arm around her waist.
Their foreheads touched, and their long hair was casually combed back, all gathered behind them.
Continue the unfinished action.
Josh's eyes were glazed over. Chen Zhiyu gently placed his lips on her eyelids, his lips close to her ear, and whispered, "Josh, open your eyes and look at me."
Intermittent, lingering moans escaped Josh's throat, tinged with restraint.
Dissatisfied, Chen Zhiyu lowered his head to find her lips.
Use all your strength.
Josh panicked and ran away without thinking.
Her long, flowing hair swayed violently, and a helpless sob escaped from between Josh's teeth.
This process was repeated over and over.
Josh looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water, completely exhausted, and could only let the other person do whatever they wanted.
It was past midnight when Chen Zhiyu picked the person up and took him to the bathroom to clean him up.
At three in the morning, Josh was so sleepy he was practically slumped over.
Since the two started dating, Chen Zhiyu gradually made his move, eventually moving into Josh's house, and later, he simply started sleeping in Josh's room.
He'd been through a lot today and was too lazy to clean up. Finally, Chen Zhiyu carried Qiao Xi to his bedroom.
A faint light flickered in the bedroom. Josh hadn't had a good night's sleep in days, and now he was so sleepy that his eyelids were drooping. He hummed a couple of times in his arms and then fell into a deep sleep, with only his shallow breathing audible.
Chen Zhiyu gently rubbed Qiao Xi's earlobe with his fingers, bent down and whispered in her ear, "Qiao Xi, I won't let him bully you again."
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