Chapter 91
People who bite the back of the neck
For a dog left alone in an empty house, waiting for the dawn to break is no easy feat.
These past few days have worn her down, as if she had weathered a blizzard deep within her soul, and finally, the warm spring of March had arrived, giving her the illusion that the bitter days were finally over.
She glanced at the pale sky outside the window, let out a big yawn, her handsome face showing signs of fatigue, but also revealing an indescribable excitement and nervousness.
Cheng Sangluo finally understood what it meant to be wasting away for someone.
Bland, pale, with no appetite or desire for tea or food, everything is dull and uninteresting.
Exhausted, tossing and turning all night, a state of confusion where I can neither sleep nor wake up.
If there are any deeper feelings, then all that's left is bitterness.
Unable to taste the sweetness of Lin Jin, everything is bitter, even breathing is bitter.
In just a second, the thought of seeing Lin Jin became an obsession, sprouting in his heart and quickly taking root and branching out, finally bearing the determination that he must see her.
This person had never booked a flight on a mobile app before, so they were clumsy when entering the information.
My dog, who's usually very frugal, was unusually generous. The last-minute airfare he bought wasn't cheap, and it practically drained his poor little savings.
Even so, she didn't even blink when paying, only thinking about quickly securing one of the few available seats.
She quickly calculated that there wasn't much time allotted for the entire trip, from leaving home to boarding the plane. So, with a graceful leap, she jumped out of bed as if she were about to embark on an emergency mission, her speed of packing and getting ready measured in seconds.
She was frantic and desperate. She longed to appear before Lin Jin in the blink of an eye, to embrace her passionately, to kiss her wildly, and to dispel the loneliness and longing that had accumulated over the days.
The journey was arduous, and I was in a daze.
Cheng Sangluo didn't remember how she boarded the plane, nor did she care to appreciate the sea of clouds outside the window; her mind was filled with images of Lin Jin from different times.
As memories surged, the expression on her face shifted between anger and smiles, a mixture that was both amusing and endearing.
She must have recalled the unpleasant beginning at the private club, and then found her first hug and first kiss in her memory.
It's such a contradictory feeling, both annoying and sweet.
When she came to her senses, Cheng Sangluo had already appeared at Zehai Airport in a daze.
At this moment, she stood blankly at the airport bus stop, her face dazed, finally snapping out of her daze.
She was so flustered and anxious that she only realized something important when she was in an unfamiliar environment: Where is my wife?
Right, where is Lin Jin?!
Before boarding the plane, she made a special call to Lin Jin, pretending to be her usual honest and simple self, and routinely reported what she wanted to eat for breakfast and what she needed to do that day.
Perhaps he was too focused on his act, because he forgot to find out the hotel's location.
She slapped herself on the forehead, knowing that her lying skills were terrible and would definitely not fool the meticulous Lin Jin. So she thought of calling Secretary Zhou to get some information out of him, which wouldn't be difficult.
The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable...sorry...
The little dog, who had just been so confident, now looked as if he had been struck by lightning. He repeatedly dialed Zhou Ran's number, but each time the call ended in failure.
She glanced blankly at the unfamiliar platform, then instantly transformed into a flustered mess of anxiety, scratching her head and muttering, "Oh no, oh no, oh no..."
'Ding!'
The puppy suddenly had a brilliant idea and quickly scrolled through his chat history with his wife.
She was glad that she had been looking at the photos Lin Jin had sent her repeatedly to relieve boredom these past few days, so after careful observation, she finally found a detail in one of the photos.
The hotel logo on the napkin wasn't obvious, but for the little scout, that little bit of information was enough for her to find the hotel's location.
......
Cheng Sangluo naturally found the hotel where Lin Jin was staying.
Standing before the hotel's imposing entrance, gazing at the large bronze cauldron decorating the porch, she exclaimed in a country bumpkin-like manner, "Wow!!! Staying here for a night must be expensive!!!"
She was about to walk towards the lobby when she was stopped by a security guard in a suit at the door. "I'm sorry, miss, you can't go in without a VIP pass."
Cheng Sangluo withdrew her long legs and stared at the other person in confusion: "Aren't you a hotel? Why can't we go in?"
"Sorry, our hotel is not open to the public." The security guard explained routinely, "If you are here to meet guests, please tell me the room number and information of the VIP guests. We need to verify this and obtain their consent before we can let you in."
Cheng Sangluo thought that he had come all this way to surprise his wife. If his whereabouts were exposed now, wouldn't it be meaningless?
Seeing that she showed no intention of leaving, the security guard pretended to pick up the earpiece of the walkie-talkie, preparing to call his colleagues to come and resolve the issue.
The puppy scratched the back of its head, chuckled awkwardly, and waved its hand, "Oh, if we can't go in, then forget it."
She kept turning back to look at the security guards who were watching her warily, so she had no choice but to pretend to turn into their blind spot.
The man decided to repeat his old trick. Since he had plenty of time, he might as well walk around the hotel's outer wall and see if he could find a place to climb over.
So this scout, who prioritized execution, began a reconnaissance-style search for the way.
After all, it's a private hotel with a six-figure price tag per night, and the security is so tight it can only be described as impregnable.
The puppy circled the road several times, but still couldn't find a path to sneak in.
"Oh dear! I underestimated it!" She squatted down by the roadside to catch her breath, feeling like a mosquito biting a flawless egg, having worked hard for nothing.
*
As night deepens, the silver moon stands aloof as an observer, and the chilly autumn breeze seeps into one's bones.
As the black Mercedes-Benz van slowly drove into the hotel, several security teams of five people each hurried through the lobby.
"Mr. Lin, watch your step." Zhou Ran helped the utterly drunk Lin Jin out of the car, glancing casually at the tense security team, wondering what had happened.
Given her boss's refusal last night, she was smarter today. She gave a wink to the bodyguard behind her, and someone pushed her electric wheelchair over.
Lin Jin's face was deathly pale. He was so drunk that he couldn't speak and was too weak to stand up. He was practically lifted up and placed in a wheelchair.
Today's social engagements lasted all day and were even more intense than yesterday's.
She started hosting a banquet for her major business clients at noon. The business meal lasted all afternoon, with drinks ranging from white to red, and toasts coming one after another.
Another round of entertainment followed that evening. No matter how good her alcohol tolerance was, she couldn't withstand such reckless drinking.
That's how it is when you're negotiating partnerships and attracting investment. Even those at the top of the pyramid, even those who excel in the world of fame and fortune, have times when they can't control their own destiny. Lin Jin is no exception.
Zhou Ran pushed her through the long corridor and found that the security was tighter than usual today. She simply pulled one of the guards aside and asked, "Do we have any important guests today? You seem quite busy."
'Team A found no suspicious persons. Report complete.'
The security guards naturally wouldn't reveal the reason, lest they alarm the distinguished guests. After all, the hotel is known for protecting guest privacy, and such a major mishap would be tantamount to ruining its own reputation, so no one dared to make a fuss.
Unfortunately, the sound coming from his earpiece was overheard by Secretary Zhou, who could only shush and explain, "We heard that someone broke into the hotel. We are conducting a thorough investigation, but please rest assured that we will ensure the safety and privacy of every guest."
"It would be best if nothing happened," Zhou Ran replied coldly, then quickly pushed the boss toward the courtyard.
Upon entering the room, Secretary Zhou was about to help Lin Jin up from her wheelchair when she raised her hand to stop him: "Go get some hangover soup... my head is killing me..."
Lin Jin was intoxicated by the alcohol, and her head was throbbing with pain.
Her brows were furrowed deeply, and even though she kept rubbing her temples, she couldn't relieve the discomfort caused by the alcohol anytime soon.
"Okay, I'll have someone do it right away." Secretary Zhou was still worried and asked in a low voice, "Boss, how about I stay here tonight to take care of you?"
Lin Jin did not accept the secretary's kindness. Even when he was so drunk that he was dizzy, he did not like others disturbing his rest. It was as if someone had invaded his territory, and he looked at everyone with absolute hostility.
She waved her hand, wanting to get the person out of there as quickly as possible: "No need... go out..."
"Okay." Zhou Ran sighed and quickly left the room.
When the door slammed shut, Lin Jin finally relaxed his long-tense shoulders.
She was as thin as a sheet of paper, and her exhausted appearance seemed to have drained all her energy. However, the business negotiations went very smoothly today, and everything was proceeding in an orderly manner according to plan.
Lin Jin leaned limply against the wheelchair, and after catching her breath, she struggled to stand up. Even the slightest movement left her breathless.
The alcohol made her sway unsteady.
Just as she was about to fall back into her wheelchair, the lights snapped off, plunging the room into complete darkness.
Lin Jin was suddenly gripped by a strong hand, followed by a dizzying feeling of weightlessness.
Her breath hitched, and a fleeting look of fear crossed her deeply drunken eyes. Before she could compose herself, she was already being pulled into a familiar embrace.
That broad and warm embrace, mixed with the clean scent of laundry detergent, instantly soothed her fear.
Lin Jin looked up, searching for the other person's appearance in the darkness, but she couldn't make out Cheng Sangluo's serious expression.
The puppy's tall stature and sharp features were already etched into her memory, and she could still make out their features even if they were blurry.
Lin Jin mistakenly thought she was too drunk to distinguish whether this sudden experience was a dream or reality.
"Did the puppy sneak into my dream?" she whispered, tilting her head weakly with a silly laugh, laughing at herself for being so drunk that she had such a vivid illusion.
No one knows how Cheng Sangluo sneaked into the hotel, but the stolen bodyguard suit was full of secrets.
She spent the entire afternoon in that guest room, pacing back and forth excitedly, even hugging her wife's pillow and sniffing it obsessively, constantly imagining what kind of entanglement and excitement would occur when they met again.
She had imagined all sorts of reactions from Lin Jin, fantasizing that the kisses and hugs would have a fiery, passionate effect, but she never expected it to turn out like this.
Cheng Sang realized too late that Lin Jin, who had been on the phone the night before, was also quite drunk, and deep frown lines appeared between her brows.
She pursed her lips and didn't respond, her eyes filled with heartache that was about to overflow.
She had seen Lin Jin drown her sorrows in alcohol, and she had seen Lin Jin go crazy when drunk, but she had never seen this beautiful woman so drunk that she was unrecognizable.
Lin Jinruan nestled in Cheng Sangluo's arms, the pleasant scent of cedar mixed with the strong aroma of alcohol, creating a complex and mellow fragrance.
Cheng Sangluo longed to carry her drunken lover into the soft bed and accompany her into a sweet dream.
Perhaps in their dreams, they can break free from all constraints, forgetting all entanglements and oblivious to the nature of the world.
However, having been lonely for too long, she harbored selfish desires. Even though she felt heartache, she also conflictedly wanted to savor the vibrant red luster in order to fill the long-standing emptiness of loneliness.
Longing is a personal storm, so she yearns for Lin Jin's kiss, so she pinches his thin chin with her fingertips, her tenderness concealing a possessive desire.
She gazed quietly into those deep, pool-like eyes, needing neither flowery words nor explanations of the hardships she had endured on her journey.
A tender gaze, though not a kiss, speaks volumes of my love for you in silence.
Cheng Sangluo lowered her head and slowly approached, with a hint of timidity and irresistible passion, finally sealing the red lips she had longed for, tasting a flavor she had never imagined.
Those soft, supple lips still carried a hint of wine flavor, like a sweet, intoxicating liqueur.
Her initial kiss was light, as if afraid of disturbing Lin Jin's dream, but as their tongues intertwined, it became uncontrollable.
Lin Jin was overwhelmed by the almost suffocating kiss, obsessed with a crazy and reckless response, even if it was an unrealistic dream, she wanted to give her all to respond to the one she loved.
Cheng Sangluo flipped her over and pinned her against the wall. Unable to be satisfied by just kisses, he stiffened his spine and bit and kissed her fragrant nape.
She deliberately covered Lin Jin's mouth with her hand, feeling his hot breath on her palm.
Lin Jin was squeezed tightly, forced to cling to the wall with both hands. The puppy bit her, and she hissed, her lips twitching in pain.
With a small, affectionate sneer, she rubbed her teeth against the puppy's mouth, a look of fascination and enjoyment spreading across her face.
Their intimate interactions have always been unspoken, which is perhaps a way of showing their affection for each other as if they were possessing something private.
Lin Jin, unable to contain his emotions after being teased by Cheng Sangluo, raised his arm and ruffled her hair, his rapid breathing accompanied by a few pleasant sighs: "Why are you so restless even in my dreams..."
Cheng Sangluo raised her head and awkwardly uttered a term she had never used before: "My dear wife, this is not a dream."
Lin Jin's pupils dilated slightly upon hearing the word "dear wife," and she turned around hastily to confirm it, a faint blush rising on her originally pale cheeks.
Her intense drunkenness was roused by this sudden address, and the face in sight became clearer.
Cheng Sangluo appeared in his world in an unknown and refreshing way. It was a surprise, an unexpected event, and a reality that he could reach out and touch without even dreaming tonight.
Lin Jin called out incredulously in a low voice, "Sang Luo?"
Her fingertips traced the puppy's eyebrows and eyes, touched its nose, its slightly cool lips, and finally stopped on its increasingly thin chin.
Still feeling it wasn't real enough, she pressed her ear to the puppy's chest, trying to listen to its strong, pounding heartbeat.
She closed her eyes peacefully, smiling to herself: her little dog was wagging its tail and coming to find its owner.
Cheng Sangluo gently placed her hand on Lin Jin's head, tenderly and affectionately brushing it, and brought a strand of hair to her nose for a deep sniff.
Although I hug my wife's pillow every day, sniffing her scent like a puppy to ease the fleeting longing, the scent conveyed by her hair is truly fresh, warm and tender, which is why it has a more profound effect on our feelings.
She gently moved closer to Lin Jin's ear, tracing the strands of his hair, and whispered, "Didn't you want me? That's why I came."
Lin Jin smiled warmly, casually pulling off Cheng Sangluo's tie and blindfolding her, teasingly saying with interest, "Yes... I want you..."
In the dim light, she admired the puppy's face with its eyes covered. Its high nose and sharp jawline created a more three-dimensional profile, arousing a wicked desire to possess it quickly.
As the alcohol took hold, she offered a kiss fueled by an overwhelming loneliness, enticing her beloved: "The one who can only bite the back of my neck... why not be a little wilder?"
[Author's Note]
1. My pre-order novel, "The Sinful Lover," is available for collection.
2. I've been too tired lately, so I took a two-day break. Sorry.
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4. Amitabha... Those who know, know.
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