Chaptеr 1: Тhrowing Hеrself into Нis Аrms, Luring Неr Сlоser
“Ве gоod, rеlaх.”
In a seсludеd cоrner, а mаn in а tailоrеd suit lowеrеd his gаzе slightlу, lооking at thе girl who hаd him рinned against the wаll.
His strоng, pоwеrful аrm wаs loosеly wraрреd аround hеr waist, сlearlу sеnsing hеr slight tеnsiоn.
Thе corner оf his liрs liftеd аlmоst impercерtiblу as hе leаned forwаrd.
“Yоu’rе tоo tensе.”
Нis rich, low, mаgnetic vоiсе brushеd pаst hеr ear unhurriedly, like a hazу, tingling elесtriс сurrеnt that shоt straight through her limbs.
It mаde thе girl in his arms gаsp shаrply, her breathing thrown into disarray.
Qiao Zhiyang looked up, and a familiar, handsome face suddenly came into view.
∑(O_O！)！
Her heart skipped a beat.
Why is it him?!
The man before her had an exceptional bone structure, with handsome, well-defined features. His tall, straight nose was framed by a pair of thin, gold-rimmed glasses.
His dark, deep eyes resembled a mysterious and profound sea, swirling with unknown, dangerous, and captivating eddies.
He stood tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, dressed in an exquisitely tailored, jet-black high-end suit. The white shirt underneath was buttoned meticulously all the way to the top.
The fitted fabric stretched slightly over his firm chest muscles, hinting at a sexy outline.
Amidst the aura of restraint, there was an intangible, dangerous, and vibrant wildness.
Despite having a refined and elegant face, his physique was contrastingly overflowing with untamed strength.
Qiao Zhiyang couldn’t help but stare at him, lost in thought, as four words surfaced in her mind: a suit-clad ruffian.
Perhaps because her gaze lingered too long, the man raised the corner of his eye with amusement and chuckled softly.
The distance between them was almost negligible.
As his lazy laughter resonated softly, vibrating through his chest, it slowly and deeply brushed against the roots of her ears.
Qiao Zhiyang’s face flushed hotly as she snapped back to reality.
Seeing that her hands were still resting on his neck, she quickly withdrew them in a fluster and took a step back, putting some distance between them.
“Sorry, Mr. Cen.”
Her fair, beautiful face was tinged with an alluring blush of embarrassment, and her Mandarin, with its Hong Kong accent, was both clear and sweet. “I was too forward.”
Ugh.
How did things end up like this ( )!
To escape her family’s endless control, she had secretly sought help from her best friend, Cen Jinhuan, and traveled from Hong Kong to Jingbei as a sophomore transfer student.
Thinking she had successfully escaped, she never expected that they had already sent bodyguards, waiting to capture her the moment she stepped out of the airport.
In a panic, she ran all the way to a corner, just as a tall, imposing figure emerged.
The footsteps behind her grew closer and more urgent.
In her haste, before she could even get a clear look at the person, she reached out and hooked her arms around his neck.
With a clumsy motion, she pinned him against the wall, burying her face in his chest like a lover, using him to evade the crisis.
Little did she expect that the passerby she had randomly grabbed was no ordinary person.
He was Cen Zhou, the current head of the top-tier Cen family, renowned throughout the Jingbei and Hong Kong circles, known as the Jade-Faced Buddha!
And he was also her best friend Cen Jinhuan’s Little Uncle…
Qiao Zhiyang felt like she was about to fall apart.
She already felt guilty for asking her friend for help, but now she had accidentally taken advantage of her Little Uncle…
Qiao Zhiyang rubbed her face with a sense of despair.
Her invisible little sheep horns trembled slightly, adding another layer of shy, rosy blush to her cheeks.
This is a disaster.
How is she supposed to resolve this unexpected situation?Qiao Zhiyang bit her lip in distress, her mind racing as she tried to think of a solution.
But the Little Lamb lost in thought didn’t realize—
The gaze of the upright and refined man before her had already grown deep and scorching.
Like a fearsome wolf king eyeing his long-coveted prey, he could no longer hold back the desire hidden for years.
Ah.
Finally.
The girl from back then had grown up.
Like a fruit exuding a mature, subtle fragrance, it was finally time to pluck and savor it slowly.
Cen Zhou’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, his intense gaze fixed tightly on her delicate, innocent face.
Hidden from her view, his eyes were greedy and obsessive, as if trying to etch her entire being deeply and clearly into his very bones.
Such a graceful and elegant young lady—who wouldn’t be tempted to pluck her?
But the one to do so could only be him.
Only him.
However, he couldn’t act rashly just yet.
He had to proceed slowly and methodically, careful not to startle her away.
Cen Zhou lowered his long lashes, concealing the turbulent undercurrents in his eyes, and continued to play the part of the refined, harmless elder in front of her.
“Where on earth has the young lady gone?”
“Let’s check over here.”
Not far away, several black-suited bodyguards from the Qiao family scanned their surroundings before heading toward their rest area.
Oh no!
They were coming over!
Sensing the danger, alarm bells rang in Qiao Zhiyang’s mind.
Like a startled, fluffy little lamb, she instinctively hid behind the tall, imposing man in front of her.
But then she suddenly remembered his status and immediately halted, her still-flushed face filled with confusion and hesitation.
Watching her torn between wanting to act and holding back, Cen Zhou’s lips curved imperceptibly.
Tsk.
So obedient.
How could she be so obedient?
It made one want to protect her, yet also tease her a little.
Hiding the darkness in his gaze, he took a step forward, his broad shoulders enveloping her petite figure and shielding her from the view of others behind them.
Like a big-tailed wolf cloaked in gentlemanly elegance, he coaxed the little lamb before him to seek his help. “Young lady, do you need assistance?”
Qiao Zhiyang’s long lashes trembled, and a flicker of hesitation crossed her face.
The man before her was a top-tier, high-authority figure in the capital’s elite circles, someone even she in Hong Kong knew of.
He was also an elder she ought to respect.
Though she didn’t know why he had suddenly appeared here, she had already taken advantage of him earlier without properly apologizing. Now, troubling him again felt truly impolite.
But at this moment, she couldn’t think of any better alternatives.
Having finally escaped her cage-like home, the freedom she had longed for was within reach, and she didn’t want to miss it again.
The life of a puppet, constantly told, “Everything we do is for your own good,” had long suffocated her.
If the price of being sensible was losing herself, then she would rather not be.
Nineteen years of accumulated grievances—she had had enough!
Qiao Zhiyang pressed her lips together, her eyes shining with determination.
She had been a good girl for nineteen years. Let her be selfish just this once.
As for the favor she owed, she would repay him within her means in the future.
Under his gentle, patient gaze, Qiao Zhiyang slowly nodded and whispered, “Mr. Cen, I need your help.”
The most sophisticated and cunning hunters often excel at disguising themselves as prey.Even if being used, it was part of the plan.
Hearing this reply, which he had already held firmly in his grasp, Cen Zhou concealed the private desire in his eyes, his voice gentle and smooth, “Alright.”
“Then—”
“Excuse me.”
As soon as the words fell, he reached out toward her, maintaining a gentlemanly demeanor as he half-embraced her delicate, soft waist, his sturdy and powerful arm securely pulling her forward.
The distance suddenly closed again.
The clean, crisp scent of oud enveloped her like a dense net.
Qiao Zhiyang’s breath faltered.
Her hands pressed against his chest, causing her head to sway with a faint, intoxicating dizziness.
The string of Prayer Beads on the man’s wrist pressed gently but firmly against her water-blue cheongsam, brushing lightly over her waist through the soft fabric.
A slight, tingling itch stirred unfamiliar and subtle sensations.
Qiao Zhiyang’s eyelashes trembled slightly, instinctively wanting to pull back a little.
But the tall, handsome man before her had already lowered his head, leaning close to her flushed ear, his arm tightening imperceptibly.
Like a hunter who had long planned his move, hiding his wolfish ambitions, he coaxed with refined politeness.
“If you stay like this, you’ll easily be discovered, so come closer—”
“Into my embrace.”
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