Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets! Chapter 258 - 192. Waltz of Love2

Yu Qingyue bit her lip, lifted the hem of her dress, and stepped inside the car.

Their destination was a five-star hotel.

...

The top-floor suite was on the 59th floor, spanning more than 200 square ters, with a traditional screen at the entrance followed by the guest bathroom and living room on the left, styled in classical European decor.

"I’m going to take a shower, okay? I reek of smoke and alcohol, you guys chat~"

Mou Keyan bowed slightly to change into slippers and tiptoed into the bathroom, leaving behind a aningful voice.

Yu Qingyue’s face flushed red, and she obediently followed the man into the living room.

"Qingyue, you can really dance, huh? Looked pretty professional just now, where did you practice?"

Lu Jincheng wasn’t just complinting, after watching Mou Keyan dance so often, he naturally had developed a discerning eye.

That tiptoeing in the few steps of the waltz had a certain grace to it.

"Mmm... I secretly practiced at ho when I was young."

Yu Qingyue rubbed her temples and cozied up next to him on the sofa, looking sowhat embarrassed.

The living room was spacious, yet it was packed with furniture: a dining table for several people, TV cabinet, large office desk, a six-person sofa and coffee table set, a minibar, etc.

"Why didn’t you practice at a professional place?"

Next to the minibar was a capsule coffee machine and drip bags for coffee, with a Marriott’s signature variable-temperature electric kettle, but the brand of tea bags was indistinct.

Lu Jincheng started to boil so hot water and asked.

"Because I’ve always done well in school, everyone just thought of as a good girl, so only the studious and honest kids wanted to play with ."

Yu Qingyue lifted her head and smiled.

She released a pent-up grievance from her heart.

"Being good at studying ans you have to repress yourself?"

Lu Jincheng gave a wry smile and pushed the warm water towards her, "So this is your years of frustration, huh?"

"Yes, I’ve always wanted friends to be crazy with, to let live happily and freely."

Yu Qingyue leaned back, and the tension of being alone in a room with a man gradually lted away.

"Then you’ve co to the right place."

Lu Jincheng smiled and added another sentence, "Especially since you’ve t ."

"Pfft."

Yu Qingyue’s willowy eyebrows rose slightly, "You’re calling here in the middle of the night just because you’re craving my body?"

"Isn’t it that you’re also craving my body?"

A clever counter-spin.

The question was essentially the sa in principle.

And so, Yu Qingyue bowed her head in silence.

The fact that she was here was an answer in itself.

"There will always be soone in this world who craves you, I’m just one among thousands of n."

Lu Jincheng shrugged and shifted into a more relaxed posture, showing more patience.

"You have sothing that many girls don’t, sothing that makes you shine bright, and that’s innate. No matter how you try to hide it, it’s useless."

"Like Ji Shu’s definition, a ’contrast b*tch’ or in reserve."

"Do you know what that’s like? It’s like a firefly in the night. The adult world is darkness under the night sky, and with your traits so conspicuous, predators will inevitably find you."

Yu Qingyue propped her cheek with one hand, listening quite attentively.

"So what you really need is an inner strength, to have more power to face this world with confidence."

"And the simplest way is, to stand with ."

Yu Qingyue stared blankly at the man, struggling to digest what he was saying.

Mr. Lu stretched out his hand, cupping her cheek, his thumb gently caressing her soft skin.

"Sister Miao Miao... Did you sweet-talk her this way to win her over?"

The air fell into silence for a few seconds, with the sound of water rushing in the bathroom clearer than ever.

Yu Qingyue straightened her bangs that hung before her eyes and turned to ask.

"She knows what she wants, much more candid than you, and more real."

Lu Jincheng crossed his legs, cocked his head to the side, and spoke in a casual tone.

"No wonder you’ve made your company so successful."

Yu Qingyue lowered her voice once more.

"And why do you think that is?"

"Because you understand girls too well, you know what we truly want to be seen for."

She alternated her feet, freeing them from the disposable slippers and planting her bare feet firmly on the floor.

She sighed deeply.

Yes, what won yearn for, the ability to empathize deeply, to be instantly moved, is a realm most n have never touched.

It’s that nuanced, profound, and intimate affection, often born in a mont, almost like an "inspiration".

Like the mole at the corner of her eye, the bones in her fingers, the intense gaze when expressing ambition, why she lingered nostalgically in her high school days, her repressed control and private desires, timidity and panic, and after her prolonged struggle, she gently released the arms that had shielded her chest.

What a woman craves is to be seen, piece by piece, to be valued.

She hoped that n would treat these monts as the keys to unlocking her.

Not as crude, simplistic labels.

Looks, jobs, family, education, sexual allure, or any other trivial matters.

But such understanding is rare.

Humans can hardly expect anyone to attempt to understand your soul, let alone to see the real you, this broken, strange, and contradictory thing.

"Go take a shower."

Lu Jincheng patted her head.

...

There were many rooms, the night was long.

Yu Qingyue listened to the unashad, lodious moans of the elder sister next door, unable to resist shutting her eyes tightly, one hand reaching under the covers.

Three minutes, five minutes, sothing’s off.

Why hasn’t it stopped!

Until finally, the sounds from the master bedroom quieted down, and not long after, the slightly open door to her room was pushed by soone still wearing slippers. The stillness was shattered, and there was no need to even ntion the purpose of the visit.

She was all too aware of why the other person was here.

The alcohol had long been sobered up, so her whole body tensed up like a bowstring, so tight.

Although in her mind she had fantasized countless tis about the ways she would let go of her body and the thousand tis she imagined losing herself for the first ti.

But having just listened to the relentless battle next door, arriving before a man barefaced, it felt really strange.

"That... that..."

Another person was under the covers, and she didn’t quite know what to say, her face tense, and her lips trembling slightly, looking a bit like...

Like a high school girl who ssed up on an exam, too embarrassed to face her teacher.

"I... I’m not very experienced."

"I know," the man said with a tender smile.

"When we play gas, you always say you have no experience, that you rely on manual control to solve the puzzles."

"Ahhh! Stop, it’s so embarrassing!"

It was hard to imagine that Yu Qingyue, who had been full of fantasies about this mont, would be so shy, her face red as a monkey’s bottom.

"Were you uncomfortable listening to them? Did you get started too?"

"..."

Before Yu Qingyue could respond, her body was firmly grasped.

In a matter of seconds, Lu Jincheng knew her secret.

"Ah... don’t you dare!"

"Laughable, you’re all prepared, what’s there to shout about!"

"I..."

Yu Qingyue simply resigned to her fate, raising her hands high and covering her eyes tightly.

"Relax, you’re so stiff. Don’t be nervous, I’ve already seen every inch of you..."

As if she could relax!

Yu Qingyue’s emotions were complex, constantly thinking about Mou Keyan next door, who was listening in, but the very thought excited her beyond words.

Held tightly.

Head pressed down.

Forcibly parted.

The result was, it hurt.

But before long, Lu Jincheng brought so sort of welco gift into the room, letting her rest for about an hour, only to be buried again in the soft mattress.

This ti, it opened up an entire new world for Yu Qingyue.

"No way... what is this feeling? My god, this is, just too too exaggerated! Sothing feels so wrong!"

"My butt hurts, why am I so, so happy!"

Tears, saliva, snot, swirling at the edge.

Yu Qingyue felt she was about to go insane.

Any second now, she would lose her mind.

The girl’s expression softened and beca slightly bewildered, as if pierced through, holding her back from the brink of collapse.

Mr. Lu still rembered her last expression.

Yu Qingyue clutched the sheets tightly, arched her head back, and scread uncontrollably.

With tear-streaked and utterly exhausted.