Chapter 1
In my bed, please me
The dark room contained only a bed, and all four walls, including the ceiling, were made of mirrors.
Lin Jin grabbed Cheng Sangluo's chin, forcing her to see the scene of their endless entanglement.
"You're clearly resistant, so why do you want me to...be so blatant?"
A caged bird yearns for freedom, the Antarctic ice dreams of spring. My dear, I only want to possess you.
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The summer nights at Zhouhai are like an impenetrable membrane, making even the moonlight seem restless.
On the top floor of a private club, a pool party with misty spray and loud, jarring music filled the air.
On the waterbed surrounded by everyone, Lin Jin lazily held a crystal glass, casting a shadowy figure into the liquid, as if admiring something in the palm of her hand.
She took a small sip of her drink and gave a sharp laugh: "Hiring convicts as bodyguards? Don't you think that's beneath you?"
"President Lin~" the beautiful woman in his arms said coquettishly, wrapping her arms around Lin Jin's neck like a snake. "Am I not entertaining you enough? Do you want to go see someone else?"
Lin Jin remained silent, stroking the beauty's hair as if teasing a cat, his gaze fixed on her unsmiling face.
She sighed inwardly; the night was sweltering, yet the little dog was as cold as ice. Its canine teeth rubbed against the rim of the cup, as if pondering how to melt the ice into a pool of spring water.
In front of the gilded bronze door with subtle patterns.
Cheng Sangluo stood upright, her slender figure highlighting the sophistication of her light gray suit.
She had her hair tied in a neat ponytail and was inspecting the surroundings while wearing a single ear loop.
"New guy, keep an eye on things and don't cause any trouble." The manager's admonition suddenly rang out in the earpiece.
Cheng Sangluo responded with "I understand," her expression slightly somber.
She has a criminal record and is looked down upon everywhere she goes in order to make a living. Fortunately, she is a retired special forces soldier and got a job as a security guard at a club through a friend's introduction.
For someone who is desperate, this well-paid job is enough to make her extremely cautious.
Suddenly alerted by a gaze, she quickly pinpointed the other person's location.
Her bright face smiled casually, raising her wine glass as if in a friendly greeting: What a coincidence, we meet again.
The most dangerous thing was those deep, dark eyes. The moment their gazes met, they dragged Cheng Sangluo into a night of infatuation and confusion.
'You look so delicious, it makes me want to taste you...' The madwoman's amorous flirtation has not faded with time.
Cheng Sangluo awkwardly pressed her neck, a dull, itchy pain shooting through the spot where she had been bitten and kissed.
She was adept at concealing her emotions, her expression indifferent as if nothing had happened, yet she couldn't withstand the naked gaze.
The madwoman's seductive eyes easily stripped away her disguise, mocking her self-deceptive tricks as utterly simplistic.
Fortunately, a servant carrying a glass of red wine walked toward the waterbed, shielding Cheng Sangluo from this silent mockery.
'Snap—'
The expensive wine shattered unexpectedly.
Crimson liquid stained Lin Jin's skirt and splashed dangerously onto her velvet high heels.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean to..." The servant knelt amidst the tattered shoes, frantically wiping the valuable ones with his sleeve.
Lin Jin hated having her foot touched more than ruining a bottle of wine.
She pressed her heel against the waiter's shoulder and sneered slowly, "You can even mess up pouring wine, what else can you do?"
"You dare to break the wine that Mr. Lin ordered? Can you afford to pay for it?"
"Just call the manager over and fire him."
"Simply firing him would be too lenient on him?"
Those who stand on high places love to trample on ants; a few sarcastic remarks can easily destroy a servant's livelihood.
Cheng Sangluo rushed over and gently draped her coat over Lin Jin's legs. "Please leave this to me."
Such resistance was too obvious; he refused to even glance at the crazy woman, and even his choice of words was extremely concise.
She crouched down and stopped the servant from picking up the shards with his bare hands, saying, "Be careful, don't cut your hands."
No one could have imagined that such a trivial act of concern would become the harbinger of an impending storm tonight.
Lin Jin's smile faded, and her fingertips, which had been enjoying the lingering warmth of her coat, slowly curled up. Her anger stemmed from the unfamiliar tenderness that had been given to someone insignificant.
She leaned out and hooked her toes around Cheng Sangluo's chin, looking down at him with an air of superiority, "You seem to really enjoy meddling in other people's business."
Amidst the murmurs and sighs of onlookers, Cheng Sangluo's dignity was shattered by a single foot.
Even in her disheveled state, she still held her head high, her white shirt taut outlining her clear spine – the last vestige of her unyielding spirit.
But she didn't know where to look, because those fair and graceful legs were blatantly seductive.
The mischievous toes deliberately rubbed against her face, causing an itch that hurt more than a slap, a burning sensation.
She swallowed the humiliation, her throat feeling tight and dry, and then she grabbed her ankle and exerted force.
Lin Jin hissed in pain, but secretly smiled with satisfaction: "What a strong grip."
"What's this crazy woman enjoying?" Cheng Sangluo thought to herself, then said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Miss Lin, please don't make things difficult for me."
Lin Jin feigned innocence: "What's so difficult about it? You're the one who hurt me, yet you're so stingy with your apologies."
It was just a matter of saying sorry, but Cheng Sangluo was as stubborn as an ox, and just kept her mouth shut and didn't say a word.
Receiving no response, Lin Jin leaned closer, bringing with her an irresistible danger, "I'll show you what real trouble is."
Just then, the club manager rushed over. "Oh dear, who has angered President Lin? Please calm down."
"This bodyguard smashed my wine bottle." Lin Jin twisted the truth, her tone filled with anticipation.
She looked forward to seeing Cheng Sangluo's panic. If she could have another scene of her bowing and begging for mercy, how incredibly satisfying that would be.
Unfortunately, this wishful thinking came to nothing.
"The surveillance footage can prove who broke the bottle." Cheng Sangluo was well aware that proving oneself was a trap, so she didn't even bother to explain that she didn't break the bottle.
Such composure, as if she were detached from the situation, resulted in her face showing no superfluous expression.
Lin Jin raised an eyebrow. "Manager, can you retrieve the surveillance footage?"
This rhetorical question was full of suggestive undertones.
The manager understood, rubbing his hands together with a troubled expression: "Hiss... Unfortunately, the surveillance system is being upgraded today, I'm afraid..."
This response was unexpected by Cheng Sangluo. She turned to look at the servant, but he chose to remain silent.
A bitter smile tugged at the corners of Cheng Sangluo's mouth. How familiar and ironic this scene was.
When the powerful collude with each other, the victims are left with no choice but to remain silent. She had paid the price of ruining her life for this before, and now she is repeating the same mistake.
In court, the perpetrator made a solemn vow, but the bailiffs suppressed her struggles, and the fall of the gavel resulted in a three-year wrongful imprisonment.
Memory overlaps with reality, and everyone becomes a false witness.
Cheng Sangluo's fingers trembled as she loosened her tie, but the more she gasped for breath, the more suffocated she felt. Her stomach spasmed, and a wave of nausea surged up. The stress response made her fingertips dig deeply into her palms.
The manager yanked her hard and yelled, "You're so clumsy! What kind of work are you doing?"
Lin Jin's brows furrowed slightly, and she said coldly, "It's nothing serious. Fire him and I'll pretend nothing happened."
"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, we will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation." The manager chuckled and turned to push Cheng Sangluo away.
*
The manager's angry shouts continued to erupt in the staff break room.
Cheng Sangluo ignored him completely, insisting on only one thing: "Pay me my wages for these past few days."
"Salary? I've already been generous by not making you lose money. Get out of here now." The manager opened the door and prepared to leave.
'Bang—' Cheng Sangluo slammed the door shut again.
She was very tall, and her approach was intimidating. "Salary."
The manager, his momentum extinguished, pulled out a few banknotes and threw them on the ground, yelling, "Get out! Get out of here!"
Cheng Sangluo didn't even know how to bend over when picking up money. Although she looked disheveled, she wasn't ashamed. It was just that the confusion brought about by unemployment weighed down on her shoulders.
She changed back into her worn-out T-shirt and pushed open the back door of the clubhouse.
The dark, damp alleyway reeked of mold. She laughed at herself for living like a rat, and she could no longer remember how spirited she was in the military camp.
As she rounded the corner, the conversation between two dark figures caught her attention.
"After all, I was the one who broke the bottle, and I'm afraid I'll be in trouble if the manager investigates."
"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. This is your payment. Your acting was good, and the young lady is very satisfied."
A few words revealed the truth: it was all a scheme orchestrated by Lin Jin.
Such a frame-up would undoubtedly provoke anger in anyone, but Cheng Sangluo remained surprisingly calm.
She leaned against the wall, her sinister face obscured by shadows.
The man was engrossed in counting the money when he was suddenly grabbed and slammed against the wall, his head ringing.
Cheng Sangluo's ruthlessness lies in her lack of verbal sparring; compared to making money, taking lives is far too easy for her.
The servant cried out in a sharp plea for mercy: "No, no, don't hit me! I'll give you half the money!"
The words were so vile that they aroused Cheng Sangluo's murderous intent, and she tightened her grip on his neck.
You've already lost your job, do you really want to go through jail again?
Before her reason crumbled, Cheng Sangluo shrewdly fled the alley; she spared not the servant, but herself.
*
In the clubhouse parking garage.
Lin Jin leaned against the Maybach, seemingly with no intention of leaving.
The person she was waiting for appeared without warning, his arms braced against the car door, trapping her in his embrace.
Cheng Sangluo didn't see anything wrong with it, and was only concerned with demanding an explanation: "Miss Lin is really willing to go to great lengths to take away my job. What exactly do you want?"
Lin Jin raised her chin, tracing the face she had been longing for with her eyes, her eyebrows gradually curving into crescents.
"It's not easy to get you to take the initiative after all this scheming," she sighed, then teased softly, "Why not be bolder? You can even hug me."
Cheng Sangluo was reminded and then realized that her posture was too ambiguous.
She recoiled as if electrocuted, so embarrassed that even her questioning became awkward: "Is it fun to slander me, or does this kind of humiliation give you a mental orgasm?!"
"Intracranial orgasm? What a novel term." Lin Jin drawled, her eyes clearly indicating, 'I'd rather you were the one to ignite that tremor.'
She didn't answer the question immediately, but instead carefully observed the puppy's agitated expression.
She was clearly angry, but her questions missed the point, which was kind of endearingly clumsy.
Cheng Sangluo felt intimidated by the stare, and her tone softened slightly: "Why...why are you staring at me like that?"
"Because you're cute~" Lin Jin tilted her head, the suit jacket still wrapped around her arm, looking just like a cherished gift.
"You haven't answered my question yet." Cheng Sangluo raised her voice to cover up the burning sensation from her ears to her neck.
"Didn't I already answer? Blame it on you asking too many questions," Lin Jin teased, her response indeed quite adorable.
"You!" Cheng Sanglu was speechless, secretly cursing that her mouth couldn't keep up.
She couldn't understand why, when she was so good at suppressing her emotions, she was repeatedly provoked by the crazy woman.
Perhaps they were tired of the verbal sparring, because the atmosphere fell into a brief silence.
Lin Jin looked at the black T-shirt, which was faded from washing, had several holes, and a loose collar, exuding a sense of shabbyness.
She laughed, saying that comparing this person to a stray dog was quite reasonable.
The next second, she curiously unbuttoned her collar and said regretfully, "If I had known the teeth marks would disappear so quickly, I should have bitten harder that day."
Cheng Sangluo reacted quickly, grabbing the harassing wrist and growling, "You know I have a criminal record. You think you can push me too far...?"
"Believe it or not, you'll kill me?" Lin Jin joked, but his brows furrowed tightly, as if he were in excruciating pain.
Cheng Sangluo didn't let go, but instead used the force of kneading her wrist, saying stubbornly, "You made me lose my job, so it's understandable that I'll retaliate by pinching you."
Lin Jin scoffed. Would it kill this stubborn fool to say sorry?
She pulled her arm back, took a room key out of her bag, and gently scraped it across the dog's neck, inch by inch, until it touched the chest.
"I'm showing you my own experience today to teach you how to be a better person, so that you won't forget how you treated me that day."
This is the answer, and also a memory that Cheng Sangluo finds shameful.
She possessed qualities that soldiers couldn't erase: tension, restraint, forbearance, and sullenness, which allowed her to quickly regain her taciturn demeanor.
The warmth of her palms and the coldness of the room card intertwined in a complex sensation on her heart.
Even when she was so poor she couldn't afford to eat, Cheng Sangluo never considered any unscrupulous way to make money. She believed that life could be wasted, but her integrity could not be broken.
She silently stepped back, letting the card fall to her feet, silently rejecting a certain transaction.
Annoyance welled up in Lin Jin's eyes; after all, superior people are most sensitive to rejection.
She quickly put on a confident smile again: "I've given you the key to the door. How about we make a bet? You'll come looking for me within a week, or rather..."
“Impossible,” Cheng Sangluo interrupted, straightening her back even more.
Ignoring her certainty, Lin Jin tiptoed and whispered in her ear, "Or rather... in the near future... you'll be pleasing me in my bed..."
[Author's Note]
Sorry to keep you all waiting! We're giving away red envelopes in the comments section of this chapter! The paragraph reviews are now open!
1. A self-fulfilling prophecy: Be careful, the more you hate Lin Jin now, the more you'll like her later!
2. I can't imagine how explosive the scene of the two of them doing it would be [covering face and peeking]
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