Chapter 80: Chapter 80: The Red Plum Blossom Blooming in the Snow Chapter 80: Chapter 80: The Red Plum Blossom Blooming in the Snow Tong Jialu also lifted her head, her gaze hazily fixated on him before her, and asked hoarsely:
“Brother Cheng, are you satisfied now?”
Chen Cheng felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, looking down at her by his feet, a satisfied curve crept onto the corner of his lips.
He leaned over, pinching Tong Jialu’s sweet yet slightly pained face.
Tong Jialu was naturally naive and romantic, yet she knew how to savor this unique experience that oscillated between heaven and hell, such contrast had Chen Cheng utterly fascinated.
His thumb gently brushed across her smudged red lips, “You truly are a treasure.”
Tong Jialu obediently closed her eyes, fully imrsing herself in this mont of intimacy.
“Shall we take a bath?” Chen Cheng asked.
Tong Jialu nodded slightly, “Hmm…”
The bathroom once again filled with thick steam.
Amidst the mist, Tong Jialu reached out again, hooking her arm around Chen Cheng’s neck, softly pulling him toward herself…
…
…
Sitting on the sofa, Chen Cheng and Tong Jialu appeared as intimately close as any other loving couple.
At this mont, their whole world seed to contain only each other, indifferent to the noise outside.
Tong Jialu was clad only in a bathrobe, exuding the warmth and fragrance of damp skin.
The thick fabric could not fully conceal her perfect figure, rather enhancing her allure.
Chen Cheng gently drew Tong Jialu into his arms, his fingers combing through her slightly disheveled hair, every motion filled with indulgence.
The remnants of their passion in the bathroom lingered, Tong Jialu’s cheeks flushed, tempting as a ripening apple.
“How does it feel?” Chen Cheng asked softly, kissing the top of her head.
Tong Jialu lifted her gaze, her eyes swirling with enticing charm.
She too had tasted Xia Yubing’s joy, finally understanding why her cousin sister could be so infatuated.
“Amazing.”
She replied softly, her face radiant with happiness and satisfaction.
However, there seed to be a hint of regret in Tong Jialu’s tone, “Only if I didn’t have my period today, then I could really experience it…”
She snuggled into Chen Cheng’s embrace, feeling the strong rise and fall of his chest.
Chen Cheng cracked a slight smile, holding her even tighter.
“We have all the ti in the world,” he murmured tenderly, “and this is just the beginning.”
His eyes were as deep as the ocean, and his assertive declarations made Tong Jialu even more intoxicated.
She firmly believed that Chen Cheng was different from Wen Shulin; at least this man knew the right balance of pampering and domination.
“I’m willing…”
Tong Jialu breathed out these three words, her eyes filled with utter devotion and resolve.
Chen Cheng noticed her reddened knees, the only remnants of their play, and asked, “Does it hurt?”
Tong Jialu shook her head, “It doesn’t hurt.”
She then asked, “Brother Cheng, are you hungry?
I could heat up so takeaway for you.”
It was then Chen Cheng realized it was almost 4 in the afternoon.
He let go of Tong Jialu, picking up the shirt on the sofa, “No need.”
“Are you leaving?” Tong Jialu reluctantly asked, but she was powerless to stop it.
“I have things to do,” Chen Cheng said as he got dressed, extending his hand.
Tong Jialu clearly understood that she couldn’t stop Chen Cheng from leaving.
All she could do was try to behave as docilely as possible, to retain more of his ti and attention.
Thus, Tong Jialu placed her small hand in his, and together they walked hand in hand to the door.
Even though they had just shared such a heated mont of intimacy, there seed to be an insurmountable barrier remaining between them.
Tong Jialu gazed at Chen Cheng with those bright eyes, a hint of pleading evident in her look.
She carefully started, “Brother Cheng, when can I have the next…real…”
Chen Cheng revealed a smile full of aning, caressing Tong Jialu’s cheek with his hand.
“Very soon, I will give you a surprise,” his voice was deep and magnetic.
Tong Jialu nodded obediently, her face blooming into a radiant smile.
She tiptoed, faced up, and planted a light kiss on Chen Cheng’s lips like a dragonfly skimming the water before watching him leave the house.
Standing in the elevator, Chen Cheng watched the floor numbers ascend, already plotting the next “ga” in his mind.
Back in his car, Chen Cheng readjusted his clothes.
Chen Donghai asked through the rearview mirror, “Mr.
Chen, shall we depart now?”
Chen Cheng nodded, “Right, did you get the items?”
“Got them, they’re all in the trunk,” Chen Donghai replied.
“Thanks, Xiao Hai.”
“It’s my duty.”
Chen Cheng thought for a mont, “Tomorrow I’ll have Tong Jialu give you a card, it’ll be more convenient for you to use.”
“Alright, Mr.
Chen.”
“How much was spent today?” Chen Cheng took out his phone, “I’ll transfer it to you.”
Chen Donghai presented the shopping receipt, “I bought so cordyceps, two bottles of Moutai, and two cartons of ‘Ninety-five’.
Altogether 8400.”
Chen Cheng made the transfer, “Sent, check it.”
“Received.”
Leaning against the seatback, Chen Cheng closed his eyes to rest, “Let’s go.”
The Big Willow Tree slowly left Jinmao Mansion’s underground garage, heading towards Wanbao Hall.
Tonight, Li Dinger was hosting guests at Chen Cheng’s shop, and as a mber of the Iron Porcelain, he certainly couldn’t be absent.
By the ti Chen Cheng returned to the Big Willow Tree, it was just five in the afternoon.
He double-checked his clothes in the car before getting out.
As soon as he entered the doors of Wanbao Hall, Chen Cheng saw Xiao ier fiddling with dessert.
He approached her, “What are you up to?”
Xiao ier looked up to see it was Chen Cheng and cheerfully replied:
“You’re back?
I’m working on the tangerine peel red bean paste we talked about last ti!”
“I even went to learn so techniques from Chef Hou,” she added.
Chen Cheng picked up a bowl of red bean paste set aside, gulping several mouthfuls and managing to half-fill his stomach.
Seeing this, Xiao ier blinked with concern and asked, “Didn’t eat lunch?
Why are you gobbling it down?”
Chen Cheng wiped his mouth, unabashedly responded, “A little busy, just had a few bites.”
He put down the bowl, “Besides, it’s a red bean paste handmade by Sister ier, how could I not eat a few more bowls?”
Xiao ier couldn’t stop smiling, she served Chen Cheng another bowl, her eyes full of indulgence, “Such sweet talk!
Eat up!”
“But no matter how busy you are, you’ve got to eat on ti in the future, otherwise, it’ll take a toll on your body.”
“Got it.”
Chen Cheng smiled mysteriously, “Oh, by the way, I’ll have sothing to tell you tonight.”
Xiao ier’s curiosity was piqued.
An impatient person, she couldn’t wait to ask:
“What’s so important you have to wait until night to tell ?
Out with it!
Don’t be a tease!”
Chen Cheng just smiled, not directly answering as he carried his bowl of red bean paste towards the door.
“If I tell now, it won’t be a surprise!
Just be a little more patient.”
“You!” Xiao ier stamped her feet in feigned anger, huffing a few tis but her eyes were filled with sweetness and anticipation.
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