Chapter 450: Chapter 450: I Want to Tear This Dress
Lin Zhiyi was forced to look up and et the man’s gaze, still breathless from the alcohol, a slight heat lingering.
“What are you doing?”
Lin Zhiyi was startled; she didn’t need to look to know who it was.
“What do you think?”
The man whispered two words heavily, pressing down on her head, pretending to kiss her.
Lin Zhiyi turned her head slightly: “I’ve been drinking.”
He rasped, “I haven’t drunk in a long ti. Let have a taste to satisfy my craving.”
“Mmm…”
The forceful kiss carried a faint displeasure, pressing down as if to consu her entirely.
Lin Zhiyi had been drinking, and her head was already a bit dizzy, now even more so.
She didn’t even know when the hem of her skirt had been lifted.
She only felt a blazing heat on the places touched on her leg.
But she had no strength to resist; his tall fra pressed tightly against her.
After a mont, Gong Chen finally released her, gazing down at her with lowered eyes.
The corners of his eyes were tinged with red, the depths of his dark eyes shimring with unhidden desire.
“I want to tear this dress off.”
Lin Zhiyi’s eyes widened, just about to say sothing when a knock sounded behind her.
“Third Young Master, are you in there? Can we talk?”
The gentle knock resonated down her spine, and she dared not move, frozen in place.
It was Sang Ran.
Lin Zhiyi panicked and tried to push Gong Chen away, but he pinned her hands against the door, his long leg parting her knees.
The firm fabric of his trousers rubbed against her skin.
“Continue.”
“Are you crazy!”
Lin Zhiyi’s heart was about to leap out, nervousness intermixed with the rush of alcohol, sweat breaking out all over her body.
In the dim light, sweat trickled down her neck, disappearing into the silver-threaded neckline, making her pale skin glow.
“Yes, crazy.”
Gong Chen replied through gritted teeth, his deep eyes brimming with intense desire.
How could he not be crazy?
He just wanted to rip this annoying dress off and press her against the nearby table, making her cry wouldn’t make him stop.
Lin Zhiyi saw herself in his eyes, like prey being locked onto.
Knock, knock, knock…
The knocking continued.
Lin Zhiyi’s lips trembled slightly, and in the next second, Gong Chen’s lips covered hers.
His kisses trailed downward, briefly grazing the beading on her dress, his heated breath falling on her skin.
Lin Zhiyi clamped her lips shut, no matter how much he pushed the boundaries, not daring to make a sound.
Gong Chen lifted his eyes, smiling faintly, and kissed further down.
“Mmm!”
Lin Zhiyi let out a soft moan.
The knocking abruptly stopped.
“Third Young Master.” Sang Ran’s voice trembled.
Lin Zhiyi struggled a bit, glaring fiercely at Gong Chen.
Gong Chen rubbed her wrists and said in a hoarse voice, “What is it?”
“Can we talk?”
“Busy.”
“Okay.”
Sang Ran didn’t ask further, her voice gradually disappearing.
But Lin Zhiyi felt certain Sang Ran was still outside the door.
She gestured for the man to let her go.
Gong Chen was unwilling.
She had dressed too beautifully today for Sang Li.
He didn’t like it.
He leaned toward Lin Zhiyi but paused when he saw her red eyes, swollen lips, and the marks rubbed raw on her legs.
Just like before, stubborn and pitiful.
Forget it, it’s not the right ti here.
“I’ll tear it next ti.”
“I can’t afford to pay for it,” Lin Zhiyi said softly, with a hint of anger.
“I’ll buy it.”
“…”
Lin Zhiyi had no words, pushing him away forcefully, she tidied her dress.
She whispered, “You go out first.”
As soon as she finished speaking, he leaned in again.
“Do you really want to et her that much?”
“Didn’t you co together?” Lin Zhiyi retorted.
Her tone was calm, without a hint of jealousy.
Gong Chen pressed his thin lips together, remaining silent.
After a few seconds, he slowly spoke.
“I’ll go out if you show sothing.”
The man slowly leaned closer.
In the dim light, their breaths tangled closely, Lin Zhiyi’s whole body feeling feverish.
The alcohol in her breath seed like a catalyst, forming a unique scent between them.
Lin Zhiyi pressed her hand against his chest, frowning, “It hurts.”
Gong Chen took a deep breath, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and said through gritted teeth, “Lin Zhiyi, this trick again?”
Lin Zhiyi frowned silently.
Gong Chen glanced at her: “Don’t walk away with Sang Li later, wait for .”
Lin Zhiyi nodded, knowing that even if she disagreed, he would find a way to make her comply.
Now, she just wanted the person outside to leave.
Gong Chen adjusted his suit and opened the door to leave.
A mont later, he said lightly, “No one’s there.”
“You go first, so no one sees you with .”
Lin Zhiyi peeked outside and waved him off.
Gong Chen stared at her for a mont, then left with a stern face.
Lin Zhiyi felt baffled.
She hadn’t said anything wrong.
Once she tidied her dress, she used her phone as a mirror to fix her lipstick. Luckily, she had a small compact in her bag to sowhat cover the red marks on her neck.
When she stepped out of the room, the sound of peculiar high heels echoed behind her.
Lin Zhiyi paused for a mont but didn’t want to pay attention, continuing forward.
“Lin Zhiyi, aren’t you going to say hello?”
At the sound, Lin Zhiyi turned slowly, eting Sang Ran’s cold smile.
“Long ti no see.”
The calr she was, the more it felt like a provocation to Sang Ran.
“So perfunctory? Do you know who’s standing in front of you?”
Sang Ran stood with her hands in front, clearly displaying the posture of a hostess.
Lin Zhiyi looked at her, indifferent: “Third Madam, long ti no see, I’m leaving.”
Wasn’t that what she wanted to hear—being called Third Madam?
But Sang Ran felt Lin Zhiyi was mocking her, stepping forward to grab her, gritting her teeth.
“Stop! Did I say you could leave? Lin Zhiyi, don’t forget, I let you and your child go back then. You have no right to shout in front of .”
Lin Zhiyi didn’t want to quarrel with Sang Ran here.
Today was the Gong family’s banquet, and Sang Ran was still nominally the Third Madam of the Gong family.
No matter the fight, others would only side with Sang Ran.
But at the ntion of her child, a fire burned within her.
“Sang Ran, you know exactly how the child ca to be, don’t you?” Lin Zhiyi demanded.
“What nonsense are you spouting?” Sang Ran clutched her chest, averting her gaze.
Lin Zhiyi pressed on.
“On the night of the engagent banquet, when Ye Feifei and Wen Qing accused with such purpose, you weren’t surprised at all. Instead, you disregarded Third Young Master and your brother’s reputation, letting them storm into the room.”
“Because you knew their plan all along. You needed only to play the victim, and with their guidance, you would’ve caught seducing Third Young Master publicly, while Ren Xiya would appear in your brother’s room.”
“At that point, I’d be thrown out of Jing City, and your brother would have to break up with and take responsibility for Ren Xiya.”
“If it weren’t for Ren Xiya turning the tide, it would have been a perfect plan.”
“And you’d walk away unscathed, gaining the most sympathy.”
“And Gang City—you told Wen Qing about and the child. Can I safely be alone in Gang City now? Isn’t it you who forced to co back?”
“You know everything; why pretend here?”
Hearing this, Sang Ran leaned against the wall, off balance.
“Shut up! Do you think anyone will believe you?”
“Sang Ran, do you think others need to tell them? They’re not fools. But…”
Lin Zhiyi looked sincerely and solemnly at the frail Sang Ran before her.
“But Xiao Ran, I’ve always rembered your words; you never ant to kill or the child.”
“Xiao Ran, so many people love you; don’t let yourself be used anymore.”
No one in the Sang family didn’t love her, nor was there anyone who didn’t spoil her.
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