Chapter 54 "Not just my face, but other places too..."
The person was about 1.8 meters tall, with a slender build, and a mask covered the entire lower half of his face.
After entering, he didn't speak immediately, but instead turned around and closed the bedroom door.
Ying Shixue looked at him for a while and suddenly felt that he looked familiar.
Cheng Cheng's arrival here was purely coincidental. He had initially just received a sudden notification to go with a doctor to provide a home diagnosis.
Such incidents are common. He currently works at one of the top private hospitals in Vanke City, where service attitude and protecting client privacy are his top priorities.
When I first arrived here, I was simply amazed by the wealth and power of the people here. I remained silent and dutiful throughout, until I caught a glimpse of the person on the bed and saw their profile.
The phrase "stormy waves and earth-shattering chaos" is insufficient to describe what he was thinking. Cheng Cheng's hands were trembling as he held the instruments, and he almost knocked over several bottles.
Thanks to the white mask, he didn't immediately give himself away. After returning, he dug out the temporary recruitment group on his phone that he had muted for several years. After a lot of effort, he finally managed to get a chance to join today.
The two looked at each other, and Ying Shixue slowly lowered the hand that was holding the call button under the blanket.
Time was of the essence, and Cheng Cheng had originally planned to keep things brief. However, upon seeing the chains on Ying Shixue's hands, he couldn't help but raise his voice: "He's still chaining you up?!"
Anger welled up uncontrollably in his eyes, but he knew this wasn't the time to be angry. His chest heaved a few times before settling down. He hardened his voice, low and quick: "What are you planning to do now? Are you going out? I can..."
Cheng Cheng had been navigating the social world since childhood, developing a natural talent for maintaining appearances, but the worry in his eyes at this moment seemed genuine.
Ying Shixue knew that it was not only a rare display of genuine affection from him after knowing him for more than a decade, but also Cheng Cheng's eagerness to care for and reciprocate after lending him a sum of money to save his mother's life when she was seriously ill and facing exorbitant medical bills two years ago.
But sometimes things are inexplicable. Ying Shixue remained silent for a while, unsure of how to begin.
In fact, Song Mingli had already kept his word; he said he would unlock the chains, and he really did set aside time to loosen them every day.
Moreover, he wasn't exactly locked up; the chain was long enough for him to move freely within a certain distance... although most of the time he was passively carried around.
But it would be too strange and perverse to say such things to others. As for the rest... it's not that I don't trust them enough, but rather that the road ahead is still uncertain and fraught with challenges. Knowing less is actually a form of protection.
But to outsiders, his appearance is presented in a completely different light.
A young and beautiful woman sat on the large bed, a blanket of the same color draped over her shoulders. Her loose loungewear revealed her slender, bony frame. Her black hair behind her ears had grown a bit long, which softened the overly sharp and cold aura emanating from her.
At this moment, his left hand was locked by chains that conveyed a strong sense of restraint and control, making his wrist bone appear even more fragile.
He lay there on the dark bed, the stark contrast between the light and dark shades making him resemble a pure white flower in full bloom, its petals soft and flowing, drawing people closer to pluck it, peel away its layers, and force it to reveal its innermost, tender stamen.
Cheng Cheng's face was contorted with extreme anger.
This is like the humiliation of keeping a sparrow or a small pet!
He grabbed the chain to examine the holes inside, thinking that if he could memorize or trace the pattern of the teeth, he might be able to get a key made outside.
Ying Shixue gripped his forearm with one hand and remained silent for a while: "...It's no use."
"This keyhole was crafted by a private artisan, and it's impossible for any other key to match it." It was the only key in Song Mingli's hands.
Cheng Cheng's hands trembled violently with emotion: "Then you,"
Ying Shixue paused for a moment, her long eyelashes lowering to conceal the emotions in her eyes, and after a long while shook her head: "The matter between him and me is not something that can be explained clearly."
Cheng Cheng keenly noticed that in his statement, he did not add the qualifiers "a sentence or two" or "like this in a short period of time," but rather stated it in an extremely understated yet absolutely certain manner, as if this twisted relationship, which had intersected since their youth and would remain closely entangled for the rest of their lives, was an undeniable fact.
At that moment, he suddenly recalled the first time he saw him appear with Song Mingli. The black-haired, fair-skinned boy had a delicate and aloof face. Although he had been accompanied by a constant stream of negative rumors since entering school, every time he appeared, people's eyes would inevitably turn to him, even if they were unwilling to admit it.
He possesses an extremely aloof and distant demeanor, a unique and complex personality charm. When he walks out of the school gate after class, he doesn't look to the side, as if the gazes of attention, resentment, admiration, and inquiry around him cannot penetrate his world in the slightest.
As I bent down to step into the car, my backpack was naturally taken from my shoulder by another person. Warm water and washed fruit were pushed over. Although nothing was done, it created a world of its own, exuding an intimacy that no outsider could ever penetrate.
Ying Shixue still feels this way when she says this now.
The black-haired youth glanced at the time on the clock beside him and said in a gentle voice, "Tell me what has been happening outside these past few days."
The upheaval seven years ago, even though SK managed to preserve most of its core business, inevitably dealt it a heavy blow. Jiaxing 3.0 chip, which was already in the process of going public, was shelved indefinitely.
In order to avoid the limelight and keep a low profile, Ying Shixue has intentionally or unintentionally given up some market share in recent years.
He disappeared for more than half a month, and Sheng An dared not search extensively, fearing that the matter would really blow up. The sea was calm for the time being, and the power in this area was currently maintaining a precarious balance.
Ying Shixue listened quietly, holding the water glass in both hands, tapping the glass rim with her right index finger.
That was a small gesture he often used when thinking. Cheng Cheng opened his mouth, but Ying Shixue's expression suddenly changed: "You go down first."
Cheng Cheng was taken aback, but Ying Shixue had already pushed him, saying, "I'll contact you again. You should go now."
In his haste, Cheng Cheng suspected nothing amiss. The trolley brushed past the handsome man in the black stand-up collar sweater at the corner of the stairs on the first floor. Song Mingli seemed oblivious to anything amiss.
The time difference was precise and thrilling, less than half a minute, before the bedroom door was pushed open again.
Ying Shixue had just smoothed out the wrinkled sheets when Song Mingli pulled his hand into hers and asked, "How long have you been awake? Why didn't you wake me?"
Ying Shixue twitched her fingers but didn't pull them away, so she gave up: "Just woke up."
"We're not conjoined twins, we don't have to stick together for everything..." he muttered to himself.
Song Mingli remained noncommittal, pulled him out of the blanket and sat him on his lap, while his other hand reached for his waistband to pull down his pants.
Ying Shixue's brow twitched violently: "What are you doing!"
From this position, their line of sight was almost level. After Song Mingli's arm was grabbed, he didn't move again, a slight smile appearing in his eyes: "Let me see how it is over there."
"How is it going?"
He tilted his chin towards Ying Shixue's inner thighs, his breath mingling as he leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "Your inner thighs..."
"I didn't control the pressure well this morning, and it seems like I rubbed it red. Later I saw that it was a bit broken."
He lowered his head and kissed his lips: "I applied the medicine once while you were asleep, but we need to check again now."
Ying Shixue couldn't help but tremble, and her left fingernails drew three bloody lines on Song Mingli's forearm.
His face turned bright red. No wonder, no wonder.
He said that he was in a bit of pain later, but when he woke up, he felt cool and a bit of a dull burning sensation. He didn't dare to make any big movements.
He struggled to crawl out, but Song Mingli pulled him back by the waist, his strong arms encircling his upper body, soothing and coaxing him with kisses.
His voice was naturally deep, and he usually seemed aloof and unapproachable when he spoke. But when he softened his tone to coax people, it became exceptionally tender and captivating.
Ying Shixue's expression was serious: "I want to go out."
Song Mingli pretended not to hear and used his teeth to bite the side of his neck and collarbone, leaving red marks.
Ying Shixue has very beautiful shoulder and neck lines, and that little hollow seems to have some kind of magic, attracting people to want to stay there forever.
"I've been here for twenty days," Ying Shixue said, trying to keep her voice steady as she counted the days for him. "SK hasn't done anything about it for so long..."
Song Mingli said lazily, "If you have to do everything yourself, what's the point of having so many employees?"
“Everyone has different responsibilities, I can’t…” Ying Shixue realized she had been steered off-topic again, and nudged him with her elbow: “What did you say?”
"Moreover," he recalled the date he had just arrived and calculated, "in a while, the bidding conference with that foreign tycoon will begin."
Song Mingli paused for a moment, then continued kissing him as if nothing had happened.
Ying Shixue pretended not to notice and continued, "I heard he's very capable. If this cooperation goes through, it will expand the market to areas outside the region... areas that are rarely visited, with abundant opportunities. There are many people outside who want to meet him."
Song Mingli's expression was strange: "Powerful? Him?"
Ying Shixue's tone remained unchanged: "It is widely believed that he is a genius strategist with a keen eye and remarkable skills, who has built a skyscraper from scratch in just a few years."
The hand gripping his waist tightened, and Song Mingli's sharp teeth landed dangerously on the warm, delicate skin of his neck, the light casting a shadow on his sculpted features: "...Is that so?"
“I think,” he said casually, “that this man is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He came back suddenly after everything was fine. I wonder what his intentions are.”
“Yes,” Ying Shixue nodded, “but this bidding meeting is crucial, and I need to go back and prepare in advance.”
Song Mingli persisted: "That's true. He's a business tycoon with countless assets and a huge following. I'm just a bankrupt old man who was kicked out and has nowhere to go on the streets."
Ying Shixue gave a serious "hmm" and looked at him: "Only his face is passable."
"If I were willing to become a male model, I might be able to rent a place and make a living."
Song Mingli's fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt, his rough fingertips scraping against smooth, fair skin, his breath hot and suggestive: "So, boss, are you going to keep me as your mistress?"
Holding his hand, she pointed to a certain spot: "I can see more than just my face; I can see other parts of my body too."
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