Qiaoxi liked Su Qingmiao very much. She could tell that the clothes Su Qingmiao wore were cheap, and that she was not the kind of gold-digging woman who got together with Jin Boyan for his money.
She seemed more like a well-behaved girl.
When she sat beside Young Master Jin, she was extremely restrained. Clearly, her situation was different from Qiaoxi’s; it did not look as though she had entered into it willingly.
“I have a younger sister who’s in college too. She’s about your age.”
“My family comes from a mountainous region, and it wasn’t easy for me to make my way out.”
Her smile seemed a little distant. “Young Master Pei gives me opportunities and money. He likes my body, and I take care of him. I think our relationship benefits us both.”
Pei Zhao was very generous with her. He would regularly send her clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry as gifts.
Qiaoxi did not put on airs. She accepted them without the slightest unease, feeling that they were what she deserved.
She kept the things she liked and asked her assistant to take the rest to secondhand shops to sell. Then she put the money away.
She still had a younger sister and elderly grandparents to support.
In this world, there was nothing more important than money.
Su Qingmiao admired her so much… Qiaoxi had actually told her something so private.
Su Qingmiao could not quite describe the feeling. It was as though someone had suddenly placed their trust in her.
She was surprised, yet also a little at a loss.
“I don’t know why you’re with Young Master Jin,” Qiaoxi said, the smile in her eyes comforting, “but I just want to tell you this: no matter what, it was your own choice.”
“Since you can’t change it, then enjoy the process.”
“Don’t feel ashamed. I’ve never thought this was something disgraceful.”
Su Qingmiao’s eyes suddenly reddened…
Qiaoxi made people feel comfortable. She did not pry into other people’s private affairs without limits.
She hugged Su Qingmiao, just as she would have hugged her own younger sister.
She blinked. “All right, don’t cry. Since you like me so much, how about I give you a few autographed photos?”
Su Qingmiao was flattered. Her bad mood vanished at once. “Really?”
“Come on, little beauty. I have some in my bag.”
“Mm-hmm! Thank you.” Su Qingmiao's eyes sparkled.
“No need to be so polite. We’ll add each other on WeChat later. If there’s any celebrity you like, just tell me. I can help you get their autographs.”
Su Qingmiao was deeply touched. “You’re so kind, Qiaoxi.”
Qiaoxi gave her an ambiguous smile. “Want a kiss, darling?”
“?!”
“Haha, you’re so cute.”
*
Su Qingmiao added Qiaoxi on WeChat and got three of her autographed photos.
She thought she would take them back and give them to Tan Jingjing and Qin Shu. The two of them would be overjoyed.
She sat in the back seat of the car, the corners of her lips curved in a faint smile.
Because Jin Boyan had been drinking, his assistant, Chen Feng, was driving.
Jin Boyan sat beside Su Qingmiao, his dark eyes unreadable.
He suddenly said, “You seemed to be having a good time chatting with Pei Zhao just now?”
Su Qingmiao froze for a moment. What was he talking about?
Jin Boyan reached over. The web between his thumb and forefinger tightened as he gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him.
Su Qingmiao met his deep, black eyes, and her heart tightened.
Her chin hurt. She frowned. “What are you talking about? I wasn’t.”
Jin Boyan stared at her deeply. “It had better be true.”
He held her chin as though issuing a warning. “Don’t get any ideas about my brother.”
“…He doesn’t like women like you.”
【Is this man out of his mind?】Su Qingmiao cursed him inwardly.
Who would fall for his brother?
She could barely avoid them enough as it was!
“Jin Boyan, you’re hurting me.”
It was the first time he had heard her say his name.
Her voice was soft and tremulous, almost as though she were whining coquettishly. Moisture gathered in her eyes, making her look so pitiful that anyone would want to dote on her.
Jin Boyan had never known that his name could sound so beautiful coming from her lips.
He felt something.
As he released her chin, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her onto his lap.
“W-what are you doing?” Su Qingmiao’s heart trembled with fright.
“Kiss me,” he commanded hoarsely.
“You’re crazy…” She drew in a breath, bracing her palm against his hard chest.
How could he be like this? Did he want to kiss her anytime, anywhere?
Chen Feng was still up front.
He had been at Jin Boyan’s side for a long time, and he understood what Jin Boyan meant from a single glance.
He had already raised the partition with great tact. The back seat was now a quiet, enclosed space.
Jin Boyan knew what she was concerned about. He raised his brows and looked at her. “Can you do it now?”
“No one can see us anymore. Don’t be shy.”
Su Qingmiao was not merely shy. She simply did not want to kiss him.
She had always believed that her first kiss should be with the person she loved.
Unfortunately… she had lost everything.
Jin Boyan encircled her waist with one hand and lifted his languid eyes. “Su Qingmiao, my patience is limited.”
Su Qingmiao’s pupils trembled. She bit her lower lip, then lowered her head and leaned closer.
Her soft strands of hair slowly fell onto his rising chest, teasing his heart until it itched and his throat went dry.
He raised a hand and cupped her delicate cheek, tilting his head back to make it easier for her.
Their lips and tongues mingled, carrying a faint taste of orange. She was unbelievably soft and sweet.
Unfortunately, she was still very inexperienced.
It was more like being licked by a small animal.
“How are you still this clumsy? Don’t you know how to breathe?” he asked with a wanton laugh.
Su Qingmiao truly had no experience. She had merely pressed her lips to his, without even touching him with her tongue.
The tips of Su Qingmiao's ears burned, and her breathing grew hurried. “I-I don’t know how.”
“You’re not experienced either.”
Jin Boyan did not deny it. He had taught himself, and she was the first woman he had ever kissed.
“Shall I teach you? Hmm?”
The kiss that she had initiated soon became one he took control of.
He pried apart her lips and teeth, half-containing and half-biting her lips as he hooked his tongue around hers.
Suggestive sounds rose and fell.
His long, clearly jointed fingers slipped easily inside…
Her underwear was pulled down.
Su Qingmiao whimpered. Her eyelashes trembled as she pleaded, “N-no, not here.”
Desire surged over him, and Jin Boyan did not want to restrain himself.
“Be good.” He coaxed her in a hoarse voice. “It won’t take long.”
There were small packets in the box in the back seat. He reached over and took one out.
Su Qingmiao had no power to refuse. All she could do was endure it as she closed her eyes in despair.
Her slender neck arched back, fragile and beautiful. Jin Boyan’s lips covered it.
“Remember this: while you’re with me, you’re not allowed to like any other man. Understand?”
His tone held a possessive obsession that he himself did not even notice.
Tears brimmed in Su Qingmiao’s eyes. She felt so miserable, as though she were about to die.
He deliberately became even more cruel.
“Ah.” A cry escaped her before she could stop it. “Don’t… don’t, mm…”
“Answer me.”
“I-I remember.” She gasped softly, her palms damp with sweat as she weakly held on to his shoulders.
“Call my name, Miaomiao.” He watched her cheeks, flushed with desire, and took her earlobe between his lips. His breath was burning hot.
“Jin… Jin Boyan, ah—”
“Say it again.”
“Jin Boyan, ah—”