Chapter 54 Passionate and Comprehensive Love
Cashmere sweaters are soft and gentle on the skin; a thin layer that clings to the skin.
The man's fingers sometimes sank deep into the cashmere, sometimes slid down, following her slender waistline.
The last time they were this affectionate was two weeks ago, the night he moved.
Of course, that night was much worse than this.
But just as one who has thoroughly tasted fine wine and delicacies finds it difficult to be satisfied with merely a taste, so too does Meng Yanxi.
His long fingers instinctively hooked the hem of her clothes, the rough fingertips carrying a burning heat as they touched her body.
Soft and smooth skin.
Jin Zhao couldn't help but tremble.
In an instant, the enchanting and sensual scene from that night simultaneously flashed into their minds.
In the dark of night, on a soft, large bed, two bodies, freed from all constraints, indulged in passionate embrace, their heavy breathing mingling with a thin layer of sweat.
Meng Yanxi immediately stopped, subtly withdrawing her fingers.
The cashmere sweater fell down again.
Later, he simply held her waist respectfully through her clothes, and even in the most passionate moments, he would only tighten his palms, letting his fingers sink deep into her skin.
The sudden burst of applause seemed to come from a very distant place, and it continued uninterrupted.
Jin Zhao's consciousness gradually returned.
Meng Yanxi gradually relaxed the force of his kiss on her.
The applause in the auditorium completely stopped, and the two who were stuck together briefly separated, but not completely.
Jin Zhao felt as if her bones had been removed; her whole body was limp, her back against the wall, her waist firmly supported by his hands. His body pressed heavily against hers, his forehead against hers, as if he wanted to become one with her. Their breaths were heavy and erratic, mingling together.
Meng Yanxi's dark eyes stared straight at her.
His eyes, silent yet filled with longing, seemed capable of igniting an unstoppable spark.
They stared at each other for a while, then his fingers pinched her chin again, and he leaned down slightly, his lips touching the corner of her mouth once more.
“Ten days,” he said in a hoarse voice.
Jin Zhao's mind was blank at this moment, and his eyes were also blank.
"What?" she asked softly.
Meng Yanxi: "It's been ten days since we last met."
Jin Zhao was stunned for a moment.
Meng Yanxi is really good at math, she thought, no wonder she got a perfect score in the college entrance exam math.
"Did you miss me?" He kissed the corner of her lips, pulled away slightly, and then kissed her again.
Jin Zhao gripped the hem of his clothes tightly.
She didn't say anything, she just looked at him, gazing at him with adoration.
Meng Yanxi didn't seem to understand, or perhaps she didn't, and persistently changed the question: "Did you dream about me?"
Jin Zhao: "..."
Ever since experiencing his dream firsthand, she can no longer look at the word "dream" the same way.
"Um?"
She refused to speak again. Meng Yanxi always thought he was a man of few words, but in front of her he was like a chatterbox, and this contrast made him bite her lip in annoyance.
It was very elastic, and he became interested again, gently biting it with great pleasure. As he bit, his tongue then probed inside.
They were at school, after all, with over two thousand people just a few meters away—leaders and students alike—talking about life and ideals, discussing open and honest topics. Yet she had secretly run away to hide here and be intimate with him. Jin Zhao felt a strange sense of transgression. Afraid that he would get angry again, she gently turned her head away and said, "I don't usually have dreams like yours."
Meng Yanxi wasn't annoyed. With a half-smile, she asked, "So what kind of dreams do you usually have? Tell me about them."
Jin Zhao thought for a moment and honestly said, "I used to dream of winning 1 million, and the last time I dreamed of winning 30 million."
Meng Yanxi: "..."
He was flirting with her, and she was talking to him about getting rich.
"How come your dream is even helping you improve?" He chuckled softly.
Jin Zhao took it as a compliment: "Yeah, it's just more enjoyable."
Meng Yanxi said meaningfully, "30 million is not much. My dream is still more exciting."
Jin Zhao: "..." That's enough.
I felt offended.
Economically, and also physically and mentally, I have been offended.
The person persisted, asking, "You really haven't dreamed about me even once?"
How could I not have dreamt about it? Especially after that night when he explored me so forcefully and deeply.
She used to be quite detached from worldly desires, focusing solely on studying and making money over the years. Occasionally, she would dream of him, but the content was always innocent, with most scenes set in the high school campus, desks, books, and dust floating in the sunlight. But after that night, everything changed. All sorts of stimulating scenes appeared. To put it simply, the content of her dreams suddenly changed from campus romance to R-rated.
If dreams also need to be reviewed, then her dreams would definitely not pass the review.
But you can't talk about it just because you dream about it!
Otherwise, I can't even imagine how smug this person would be.
"No," Jin Zhao denied stubbornly.
Meng Yanxi was truly heartbroken.
"Can't you just dream about it and see?"
Jin Zhao chuckled, "Is this something I can control?"
Meng Yanxi stared intently at her, then suddenly nodded: "I understand. I'm not important to you. I'm not even worth 30 million."
Jin Zhao: "..."
If forced to choose between the two, then he is clearly challenging human nature.
Meng Yanxi said in a negotiating tone, "How about this, you try dreaming about it. I'll give you 1 million for each dream, and you can earn 30 million in 30 dreams. I can even give you a deposit first."
Jin Zhao: "..."
Okay, that's not enough for him.
His money is more powerful than his human authority.
Jin Zhao didn't dwell on the topic anymore, but instead hugged his waist and nestled her head affectionately in his arms.
"Meng Yanxi, thank you," she murmured.
Meng Yanxi: "A deposit? Or 30 million?"
Jin Zhao shook his head.
She didn't speak, unsure of where to begin.
She wanted to talk about the single-parent growth fund, but it seemed to be more than just that fund; it was all the passionate and comprehensive love he had shown over the years, which he had never spoken aloud.
Or perhaps, it's just about him as a person.
But then he appeared.
She never imagined that someone as ordinary as her could one day experience such a grand and breathtaking moment of excitement.
She pulled her arms close to him, nestling against him and absorbing his warmth.
Some students came out to use the restroom and walked past outside together.
The sound came from afar, approached, and then receded.
Jin Zhao held him tightly, as if certain they wouldn't come in, or perhaps, it wouldn't matter if they were seen.
She simply likes someone, likes someone deeply and profoundly.
They discussed who was more handsome and who was richer between Meng Yanxi and Lu Jingyue, lamenting that such wealth was beyond their reach in this lifetime, and finally talked about their monthly living expenses.
One costs three thousand, and the other costs five thousand.
Jin Zhao secretly envied all the children who grew up in love.
The significance of a single-parent growth fund may lie in the fact that, even if it cannot replace them, it can at least help them experience less of the frustration of unfulfilled desires.
Just as the girl said, it was not just financial aid, but a precise lift after understanding all their difficulties, like a divine intervention.
Meng Yanxi quickly understood, and he felt regret and heartache.
It's a pity I couldn't let her see it when she needed it most.
It was so cold in England. How much hardship did she endure all those years alone?
How much hardship must one endure to feel such profound gratitude and repay Jin Wenyi's tiny, insignificant help?
He might be being too callous in saying that, after all, Jin Wenyi really did help her; when he couldn't offer her any help, Jin Wenyi did. But in his view, Jin Wenyi's insignificant financial assistance was less about love and more about giving her charity out of pity—a sentiment that everyone has.
True love cannot be perfectly balanced between two sides; it will always stand by her side without hesitation, even if it means going against the whole world. It certainly won't be the kind of love that rushes to drive her away when it learns that Jin Wenhui is coming to visit.
But he also understood that actions should be judged regardless of intentions. Even if intentions were judged, it would only be human nature, and there's nothing wrong with that.
However, Jin Zhao reciprocated with her whole heart, her complete and unreserved sincerity. Looking at it this way, she becomes truly heartbreaking.
After Zhuang told him that Jin Zhao had just met Jin Wenhui and his wife when he left the hospital, he stood by the window for a long time.
He was the kind of person who never indulged in "what ifs" or hypotheticals; he never dwelled on the past. But that afternoon, he kept thinking, if only we hadn't separated back then, if only she had known that Banling was traveling with him.
That way, she wouldn't feel indebted, and she wouldn't have to be so careful to repay this debt of gratitude.
"Come to my place tonight?" He kissed her earlobe through her hair.
Jin Zhao's face immediately flushed.
Meng Yanxi knew she had misunderstood and explained, "I converted the study into a bedroom, so now there are two rooms."
Jin Zhao: "..."
It would have been better if he hadn't explained.
Heaven knows what Meng Yanxi was trying to explain.
He had initially intended to create a study, deliberately leaving only one room. However, things progressed too quickly, seemingly frightening her, so he converted the study back into a bedroom overnight.
He felt like a clown in his relationship, busy with things he didn't even know what he was busy with.
Jin Zhao was silent for a few seconds, then blushed and whispered, "No need to change it."
Her voice was too soft for Meng Yanxi to hear clearly, so she lowered her head and asked again, "What?"
Jin Zhao was too embarrassed to say the same thing again.
"It'll be very late when we finish," she said.
Meng Yanxi: "I know. Go ahead and wait for me. The door lock code is your birthday."
Jin Zhao was somewhat impressed by his problem-solving abilities, although that wasn't the main point.
Jin Zhao looked up at him and said, "What I mean is, I've been assigned to proctor the postgraduate entrance exam tomorrow. I need to be there before 7 a.m. I've set three alarms because I'm afraid of being late. Being late for a major exam proctoring is a serious teaching incident. It will result in a school-wide reprimand and I won't be able to get a promotion or be eligible for awards or honors for three years."
Meng Yanxi: "..."
Every time I flirt with my girlfriend, she always manages to steer the conversation towards getting rich.
"Can't you just not go? Find someone to replace you?" He chuckled lightly.
Jin Zhao honestly said, "Nobody wants to go, but only those over 50 or pregnant can skip it."
Meng Yanxi was silent for a while, then said, "Do you need help? I can help."
Jin Zhao: "..."
What kind of help can I offer?
How can I help?
Jin Zhao didn't know if his help meant what she thought, after all, she had been led astray by him and her thoughts were not pure.
She tried to appear calm and said in a serious tone, "There's no time to wait, I have to proctor the exam tomorrow."
Meng Yanxi: "Isn't there next year?"
Jin Zhao: "..."
Okay, that's what he meant.
Although she knew he was just being sarcastic and liked to tease her for no reason, making her blush and her heart race, she still couldn't help but curse him as a bad guy in her heart.
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Author's Note: The next chapter is for New Year's Day! (Not that I'm saying I'll update on New Year's Day, but it's the day Meng Ge's dream comes true [doge emoji])
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