"No, I just got back, I’m a bit tired," Yan Wuxu pretended to support her waist with a gesture as Su Ziceng nodded understandingly. After she left the room, Yan Wuxu contacted Fei Qing and followed suit.
On Fei Qing’s private yacht, Yan Wuxu nestled in the arms of the half-naked Fei Qing, watching him comfortably exhale a puff of smoke. She frowned, "This again?"
"Good stuff. Don’t believe ? Try a drag," Fei Qing’s body hair stood on end with pleasure, his eyes glancing over Yan Wuxu, who had changed a lot since getting married over a year ago. Her figure had matured, and her skills in bed had greatly improved.
"Don’t want it," Yan Wuxu turned away, but Fei Qing quickly turned her face back towards him.
"Just one drag. This is sothing you can’t enjoy from that old fart Su Qingzhang. After this, we’ll forget everything," Fei Qing stuffed the cigarette into Yan Wuxu’s mouth, then listened with satisfaction as she started coughing.
Her fair complexion and her cheeks flushed together, the cigarette initially choking her. After a while, she felt her limbs and body lighten. Yan Wuxu felt a burning heat all over, followed by only the sound of Fei Qing’s voice.
When her consciousness returned, Yan Wuxu looked at Fei Qing beside her. He was her first man and once the one she hated the most. She never thought she’d co back to Fei Qing one day.
Fei Qing also never imagined he’d go back to a woman he had gotten tired of. "How did I not realize a year ago that you’re such a treasure?" His gaze fell on the gleam of orange by Yan Wuxu’s earlobe, the light from two diamonds dazzling to the eye, and he couldn’t help licking her ear, hearing a moan that excited him.
"I never thought there’d be such a day, either," Yan Wuxu’s hand searched over Fei Qing’s body. Her eyes weren’t on him. Indeed, she never thought she would need to rely on Fei Qing. But this man was all she could rely on: young, unwilling to reject her, capable of unleashing all his fiery heat into her body. Perhaps there was already a new life growing in her womb now.
"Won really are mystifying creatures, but it is precisely because of your mysteries that n are so enchanted," Fei Qing glanced at the cigarette box and then at Yan Wuxu, his addiction to cigarettes growing stronger recently.
These cigarettes ca from Shang Yin, who said not to smoke more than one pack a day. But since the car accident that day, perhaps the bloody scene had shocked him, as he often woke up in the middle of the night unable to stop smoking. These past few days, Yan Wuxu’s excessive demands only exacerbated his need to smoke incessantly.
Seeing Fei Qing’s eyes constantly darting to the cigarette box, Yan Wuxu sat up and took the box in her hands. The aftertaste was truly unforgettable, indeed sothing Su Qingzhang never gave her.
"You’re afraid of won?" Yan Wuxu teased, shaking the cigarette in her hand, tempting Fei Qing.
"Afraid of what? Worst cos to worst, I’ll just get swallowed whole. I’m just speaking from emotion," Fei Qing pulled her into his arms, listening to Yan Wuxu’s giggling, "My good buddy, Hang Yishao, is just like that now."
"Hang Yishao?" Yan Wuxu watched as Fei Qing took out another cigarette and moved her lips closer to his, the two touching each other, "Isn’t he all fired up with Chang Chi?"
"It’s almost abnormal. Isn’t Chang Chi busy with that auction house lately?" Fei Qing was just about to light his cigarette when Yan Wuxu snatched the lighter away.
"Could it be, the auction house affair, even the Hang Family got involved," no wonder Chang Chi managed to get so many sponsors and auction items, it turns out the Hang Family was also pushing from behind. "Hang Yishao is too cold, no matter what, Ziceng has liked him for so many years." Yan Wuxu felt sowhat indignant for Su Ziceng.
"Having liked her for many years, yet recently he got close with that pretty boy Pello, so Yishao is especially pissed," Fei Qing also noticed a big change in Hang Yishao. The forr Hang Yishao was just like him, all about fun and pleasure, but now he seed devoted to the family business, causing Mr. Fei to lecture him a lot.
"She and Teacher Pello are just..." Yan Wuxu stopped mid-sentence, looking at Fei Qing. These n are all the sa, unappreciative when truly cared for, only realizing true feelings at the end. She thought of it and felt resentful, thinking of the child she lost, she grew even more annoyed, and sparked the lighter in her hand.
Fei Qing was about to light his cigarette when he suddenly felt a burn on his eyebrow and cried out in pain. Yan Wuxu watched him yelling and hopping around, almost laughing tears out.
This burn cost Fei Qing a part of his eyebrow, and he couldn’t go out for a few days. Even when invited by Hang Yishao to the Su Bi Auction House’s end-of-year auction, he had to decline.
"Yishao, buddy, I really can’t make it," Fei Qing apologized over the phone, "I’m disfigured."
"I bet you got played by so woman during one of your wild nights out," Hang Yishao didn’t miss the chance to mock."
"Just let off the hook. How about I send a pair of flower baskets as a substitute? Is that alright?" Fei Qing pleaded continually, all thanks to Yan Wuxu, that crazy woman.
"You should still show up in person. I planned to bid high for Xiao Chi," Hang Yishao emphasized, as Chang Chi was now his woman after all, and he couldn’t have her first auction be a cold one.
"I say, don’t you consider Su Ziceng just a bit," Fei Qing retorted.
"Consider what?" Hang Yishao said sullenly, "I heard from Xiao Chi that she’s still entangled with that poor teacher Pello. Plus, Xiao Chi didn’t even send her an invitation." Better out of sight, out of mind.
"Ah, really, you didn’t send an invitation?" Fei Qing stamred over the phone. Now he was in trouble. After the eyebrow burning incident, Yan Wuxu took his ticket to the auction. She said she was going to support Chang Chi with Su Zi. (To be continued. If you like this work, welco to Qidian (qidian) to cast your recomndation ticket, monthly ticket, your support is my greatest motivation.)
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