Chapter 58 p1
The frost-covered grass glittered in the cold night, the biting winter wind whipping against their skin like tiny knives.
Xu Jingyu had driven for hours in this weather just to see her. Xin Yao couldn’t let her leave so soon.
After a brief conversation in the cold night air, Xin Yao took Xu Jingyu’s hand and led her back to her room.
Once inside, Xin Yao initiated their intimacy.
The intense emotions of the afternoon’s scene, the tears she had shed for Lu Duanjing’s mother, the sadness of Wen Xin’s departure from the production, had left her feeling empty and vulnerable.
Seeing Xu Jingyu, her heart had filled with a warmth and longing she couldn’t ignore.
So, her kiss was both passionate and tender, her tongue tracing Xu Jingyu’s lips like a delicate caress, a silent expression of her love and longing.
Xu Jingyu, aroused by Xin Yao’s touch, her breath catching in her throat, instinctively parted her lips, inviting Xin Yao’s tongue to explore her mouth, a playful dance that quickly escalated into a passionate embrace.
Xu Jingyu, her self-control always precarious, was the first to lose control, her hand gripping Xin Yao’s waist, her kiss deepening, their passion igniting.
Xin Yao, caught in her embrace, her own desire flaring, her breath stolen by Xu Jingyu’s demanding kiss, her arms clinging to Xu Jingyu’s neck, her eyes shimmering with tears.
Xu Jingyu, loving Xin Yao’s vulnerability, her complete dependence on her, lifted her into her arms and carried her to the bed.
Their longing for each other, fueled by their separation, burned brightly, their movements urgent, their bodies seeking each other’s warmth.
They landed on the bed, their clothes still on, their bodies already intertwined.
Xin Yao’s breath hitched, her body arching against Xu Jingyu’s, her fingers digging into her shoulders, their tips turning white.
Her eyes, half-closed, her gaze unfocused, she moaned softly, her body trembling, then relaxing, her lips slightly parted.
Xu Jingyu, one hand still busy undressing her, the other gently caressing Xin Yao’s waist, leaned down and kissed her, their lips meeting in a long, slow kiss.
But then Xin Yao pulled away, a playful smile on her face, her legs slightly unsteady as she tried to get out of bed.
Xu Jingyu’s fingers twitched, her touch sending a shiver down Xin Yao’s spine, almost making her cry.
She was always so sensitive, especially in moments like these.
But her vulnerability, her tear-filled eyes, her soft moans, only made her more desirable.
Normally, Xu Jingyu would have lost control, but tonight, she held back.
Xin Yao had cried too much today, and Xu Jingyu’s heart ached for her.
She gently kissed Xin Yao’s lips, her voice a husky whisper. “What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable?”
Xin Yao kissed her back, her eyes still shimmering with tears, but she still tried to leave, her voice soft.
“No, I just remembered something. I have some spicy rabbit meat, or maybe it’s not spicy… anyway, it’s delicious. I want to get it for you.”
Xu Jingyu, confused, her fingers twitching, asked, “Now? At this hour?”
Her repeated questions betrayed her surprise.
Xin Yao, her body almost melting beneath Xu Jingyu’s touch, took a deep breath, then smiled, pushing her playfully.
“Yes, now. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
But Xu Jingyu wasn’t about to let her go, not when they were just getting started.
She bent her head and nipped at Xin Yao’s neck, a playful bite that made her shiver.
“Have I done something wrong? Are you punishing me? I haven’t seen you in days. Are you upset that I didn’t come sooner?”
Despite her usually cool and detached tone, her words held a hint of vulnerability, almost a plea.
“Of course not,” Xin Yao said, her face flushed, her eyes shining with a playful light. She kissed Xu Jingyu softly. “It’s not a punishment. It’s a reward. You’ll see. You might even like it.”
With that, she slipped out of Xu Jingyu’s embrace and ran out of the room, leaving Xu Jingyu alone on the bed, staring at the empty doorway.
After a moment, she lay back against the pillows, looking at her hand in the soft light, her fingers tracing the faint marks Xin Yao had left on her skin.
She was a predator by nature, her possessiveness a powerful force, her desire to possess Xin Yao completely, to keep her captive in her embrace, a constant, burning flame.
But with Xin Yao, it was different. Xin Yao also had a power over her, her touch, her gaze, her every word, capable of igniting a fire within Xu Jingyu, making her lose control.
She lay there, waiting, her body buzzing with anticipation.
Xin Yao returned a while later, her movements strangely hesitant as she walked towards the bed, her slippers padding softly against the carpet.
Xu Jingyu, hearing her approach, sat up, her gaze fixed on Xin Yao’s figure in the doorway.
And as she saw her, her eyes widened in surprise, her usual composure momentarily forgotten, then her gaze darkened, her pupils contracting into narrow slits, a dangerous glint flickering in their depths, like a predator spotting its prey.
Xin Yao stood there, in the soft light, her pajamas discarded, her body clad only in a white lace lingerie set, similar to a swimsuit.
The thin straps revealed her slender arms and shoulders, her skin pale and smooth, a delicate pink blush coloring her cheeks and chest, the sight both innocent and alluring.
She wore white thigh-high stockings, the tops of the stockings creating a slight indentation in her soft flesh.
Her feet were bare, her toes curling slightly against the carpet.
A pair of white, fluffy bunny ears adorned her head, bobbing gently as she moved.
The warm light illuminated her body, her skin glowing.
So, the “bunny” she had mentioned was herself.
Xin Yao had never considered wearing something like this before.
She had been browsing online when the outfit had appeared in her recommendations.
It had looked… surprisingly appealing.
And she had wondered, with a touch of mischief, if Xu Jingyu would like it.
After all, beneath her cold and aloof exterior, Xu Jingyu had a passionate, almost insatiable appetite for intimacy.
She would probably like it, wouldn’t she?
But it felt a bit… much. And embarrassing. She had dismissed the thought.
But then, with the increasingly tragic and emotionally charged scenes in the script, and Director Gao’s cruel decree of separation, her longing for Xu Jingyu had become unbearable.
Seeing the bunny outfit, still sitting in her online shopping cart, she had clicked “buy.”
She had thought: When they finally reunited, she would indulge Xu Jingyu’s desires, no matter how outrageous.
And now, Xu Jingyu had come to her, so she had decided to wear it.
It was her first time wearing something like this, and she felt slightly self-conscious, especially under Xu Jingyu’s intense gaze, her cheeks burning, a delicate pink blush spreading across her body, her appearance both vulnerable and alluring.
But she walked towards Xu Jingyu, her footsteps soft against the carpet, and knelt beside the bed, her head resting against Xu Jingyu’s leg, her voice a soft murmur, her eyes lowered.
“Ms. Xu, your bunny has arrived. You can start eating now.”
Xu Jingyu’s breath hitched, her gaze fixed on Xin Yao’s face, her fingers gently stroking her hair.
“And how should I eat you, Miss Bunny?”
Xin Yao tilted her head back slightly, her cheek rubbing against Xu Jingyu’s palm.
“However you like.”
Xin Yao’s words had been a playful tease.
But Xu Jingyu took them literally.
And so, Xin Yao learned, in the most intimate way possible, just how much Xu Jingyu enjoyed this, her passion unrestrained, her hunger insatiable.
By the time they finished, it was almost dawn, the bunny ears discarded on the floor, the lingerie and stockings torn and discarded, stained with a glistening sheen, silent witnesses to their passion.
Xin Yao had no scenes the next day, but Xu Jingyu did.
Despite having barely slept, Xu Jingyu seemed energized, her eyes shining with a satisfied glow, like a predator after a successful hunt.
As she was leaving, she leaned down and kissed Xin Yao’s forehead.
Xin Yao, awakened by her touch, didn’t respond, simply turning over and pulling the covers over her head, a small huff of annoyance escaping her lips.
Xu Jingyu, seeing her childish behavior, smiled.
“You started it, Miss Bunny. Why are you sulking now?”
The nerve of this woman!
Xin Yao, throwing back the covers, her body exposed in the warm air, glared at her.
Her skin, from her neck to her chest, was covered in love bites, like tiny red flowers scattered on snow, a testament to Xu Jingyu’s unrestrained passion.
“I told you to be gentle! And you still left so many marks! Especially on my neck! What if Director Gao sees them?!”
Xu Jingyu, pulling the blanket back over Xin Yao, her touch gentle, afraid she would catch a cold, chuckled.
“Then tell her it was my fault. Let her scold me.”
“Shameless!”
“Mm-hmm, I am.”
Their life together, despite the forced separations imposed by the director, was filled with stolen moments of intimacy, their love a secret language.
Meanwhile, others weren’t so fortunate.
The Mo family, humiliated by the events of the engagement party, had become the laughingstock of their social circle, much to Mo’s parents’ chagrin.
Mo Yuwei had locked herself away in her room, refusing to see anyone.
The relentless media attention, the gossip, the ridicule, it was all too much for her to bear.
She hadn’t dared to leave the house for days, afraid of being recognized, of facing the judgment of strangers.
She finally understood what Xin Yao had endured.
But the public’s curiosity, the internet’s fickle attention, would eventually fade.
The real damage, however, was to the Mo family’s business. Their company’s stock price had plummeted after the scandal.
And even worse, the Xu family, adding insult to injury, had publicly announced they were severing all ties with the Mo Corporation.
The Xu family!
The news had almost made Mo’s father faint.
And it had triggered a domino effect.
Other families, eager to curry favor with the powerful Xu family, or simply afraid of offending them, had also distanced themselves from the Mo family.
The Mo Corporation, now isolated and vulnerable, was on the verge of collapse.
Mo’s father, desperate, had tried to contact Xu Jingyu, the elusive and powerful CEO of the Xu Corporation, hoping to salvage their relationship.
His requests had been repeatedly denied, until finally, Xu Jingyu had agreed to meet with him.
He had been overjoyed, but also slightly puzzled by her request to bring Mo Yuwei along.
He hadn’t understood, but he had complied.
They met in a private room on the top floor of the Xu family’s exclusive club.
The room was lavishly decorated, its opulence intimidating, even Mo’s father feeling a sense of awe.
And the person they were about to meet, the powerful and enigmatic Xu Jingyu, only amplified their anxiety.
They waited nervously.
Finally, she arrived.
The door opened, and a tall, slender woman, dressed in a black coat, entered the room.
She was surprisingly young, and incredibly beautiful, her presence commanding, her gaze chilling.
She was Xu Jingyu, the undisputed ruler of the Xu Corporation.
Mo’s father stood up and greeted her respectfully.
“President Xu, thank you for taking the time to meet with us.”
Xu Jingyu, ignoring him, walked over to the sofa and sat down, her voice a cool, indifferent murmur.
“Mm-hmm.”
Xue Ning and Meng Wanqing, following behind her, also sat down.
Compared to Xu Jingyu’s icy demeanor, they seemed relaxed and casual, Xue Ning even smiling at the nervous father and daughter.
“Relax, you two. There’s no need to be so tense.”
Mo’s father and Mo Yuwei finally sat down, Mo’s father about to speak when Xu Jingyu, her gaze cold and sharp, interrupted him.
“Xin Yao is my fiancée.”
The seemingly random statement stunned them into silence, then, as its meaning sank in, they finally understood the reason for the Xu family’s actions.
Mo Yuwei, her impulsive nature unchanged, was incredulous. When had Xin Yao become Xu Jingyu’s fiancée?!
“So, you’re targeting the Mo Corporation to avenge your fiancée?” she blurted out.
“Targeting you? You overestimate yourselves,” Xu Jingyu’s dark eyes flickered as she glanced at Mo Yuwei. “Even if I were, what’s wrong with that? Just like you did, using your money and your influence to bully others.”
Few could withstand Xu Jingyu’s cold stare, and even Mo Yuwei, under her scrutiny, felt a sense of suffocation, her breath catching in her throat.
And Xu Jingyu’s words, a sharp reminder of her own actions, of the slap she had delivered on set, her arrogance and her cruelty, made her feel a pang of guilt, the consequences of her actions now a painful reality.
Mo’s father was about to apologize when Mo Yuwei suddenly stood up and slapped herself hard across the face, the sound echoing through the room, her cheek instantly turning red.
Then, she bowed deeply to Xu Jingyu.
“I’m sorry. I sincerely apologize. It was all my fault, not my family’s. Please, direct your anger at me, and spare my family.”
Her dramatic gesture, however, didn’t faze Xu Jingyu, who simply took a sip of her tea, her expression unchanged.
“Firstly, you’re apologizing to the wrong person. You should apologize to the person you harmed.”
“Secondly, are you sure you can handle my revenge?”
Mo Yuwei, realizing her mistake, her eyes filling with tears, stammered, “But… but I was also deceived!”
“Precisely because you were also a victim,” Xu Jingyu placed her teacup on the table, her voice calm and even, “I’ve only chosen to punish you slightly.”
Indeed, for Xu Jingyu, it had been a minor punishment. She hadn’t actually done anything, just said a few words.
Mo Yuwei’s offer to be the target of her anger had been laughable.
“But before you were a victim, you were a bully,” Xu Jingyu’s gaze turned cold. “You inflicted pain on others, and now, experiencing the consequences of your actions, you feel wronged?”
“It seems you’re still immature, Miss Mo. You need to learn a lesson.”
“You used your wealth and influence to bully others, to look down on them. Now, you’ll experience what it’s like to be powerless, to live like an ordinary person.”
“When you’ve suffered enough, we can talk again.”
In other words, she wasn’t letting the Mo family off the hook anytime soon.
She would make them suffer, both Mo Yuwei and her family.
But she hadn’t condemned them completely. It was just a punishment, not a death sentence.
When Xu Jingyu’s anger subsided, she would release her grip on the Mo family.
Mo’s father, relieved, seeing that Xu Jingyu had no further interest in their pleas, thanked her profusely and led his sobbing daughter away.
After they left, Meng Wanqing, who still resented Mo Yuwei for bullying Xin Yao, clicked her tongue.
“That was surprisingly merciful. Not your usual style, President Xu.”
Xu Jingyu: “It was Yaoyao who was merciful. She never wanted to harm Mo Yuwei. I was simply acting on her behalf.”
“But,” Meng Wanqing, remembering something, asked curiously, “when did Yaoyao become your fiancée? Did you propose?”
The question made Xu Jingyu’s face darken.
“I did.”
“And?”
“She rejected me.”
Meng Wanqing couldn’t help but laugh.
Even Xue Ning, sitting beside her, chuckled, then quickly covered her mouth, afraid of incurring Xu Jingyu’s wrath.
Xue Ning, tempted by Director Gao’s offer, had betrayed Xu Jingyu, becoming her informant, and had been suffering the consequences ever since, having been sent on a “business trip” to the Arctic, where she was slowly freezing to death.
Who knew the Xu family had business interests in the Arctic?!
That vengeful woman!
Meng Wanqing, knowing about Xue Ning’s betrayal, was curious about what Director Gao had offered her.
Xue Ning scoffed.
“Three thousand photos of you, Meng Wanqing. Three thousand embarrassing photos.”
Meng Wanqing’s eyes widened, then she exploded.
“You deserved it!”
“But wait, why does Gao Ge even have those photos? Three thousand photos! That’s outrageous!”
As they bickered, their argument escalating, Xu Jingyu silenced them with a cold stare.
Xue Ning, remembering something, said, “Oh, and that scumbag Li Xu is out of jail.”
While the evidence against him was substantial, Li Xu, resourceful and well-connected, had managed to secure a temporary release, the investigation still ongoing.
But his conviction was inevitable.
So, Li Xu, desperate, was frantically searching for a powerful patron, someone who could help him escape justice.
It seemed like a long shot, but it was his only hope.
Xue Ning shook her head. “He’s so disgusting. How could Yaoyao have ever liked him?”
Her words made Xu Jingyu turn to look at her, her gaze intense, her expression unreadable.
Xue Ning, intimidated, quickly backpedaled.
“Would you like some tea, Miss?”
Xu Jingyu ignored her, her gaze lowered.
“Recommend Dan Yan to him.”
Her words made Xue Ning and Meng Wanqing exchange glances.
After a moment of silence, Meng Wanqing couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wow, Xu Jingyu, you’re evil.”
Dan Yan and Xu Jingyu were known as the two “madwomen” of their social circle.
But while Xu Jingyu’s madness was a cold, calculated ruthlessness, her indifference a weapon, Dan Yan was the opposite.
She was a creature of chaos, her passions unrestrained, her desires a burning fire, her actions impulsive and unpredictable.
She lived for drama, for excitement, for causing trouble.
She was a sadist, a hedonist, a force of nature.
Surprisingly, despite their contrasting personalities, Xu Jingyu and Dan Yan were on good terms, their shared business interests creating an unlikely alliance.
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