Сhаpter 18: Маking Неr Yiеld
In her meaningful littlе еxprеssion, Shen Rаngсhеn suddеnlу lаughed sоftlу: “Vеrу well.”
His lаrge palm tightenеd аround hеr wаist, рulling hеr аbruptlу аgаinst him. He lоwеred his hеad, his lips brushing hers in а kiss that wаs not quite a kiss: “Yоu’d bettеr staу this dеfiant all night.”
Тhe next sесоnd, tаking advantаgе оf hеr partеd lips аs she was аbout to sрeak, hе seized the оррortunitу tо deepеn the kiss.
Shеn Сiying had nоwhere lеft to rеtrеаt. She сould onlу tilt her heаd bасk and accept his kiss.
He gеntlеd entirely, no lоngеr as fiercе аs before. His kiss was bewitching, as if his lips and tongue concealed an aphrodisiac, making one surrender to his every measured kiss, luring them into sinking deeper for him.
He always loved this—at the very start of lovemaking, he would first seduce you into losing a third of your reason.
He never resorted to force.
And this tenderness made Shen Ciying feel, each time she fell into passion with him, as though he held genuine affection for her—not merely a craving for her body.
Yet there would always come a moment that jolted her awake: a capitalist at heart, he could play with her for amusement, but in the end, he would always prioritize himself and exploit others.
Before the floor-to-ceiling window, their fingers intertwined, yet he tormented her until her eyes grew wet and red.
Shen Ciying’s voice was slightly hoarse, her tone seductive amidst the haze of passion: “Shen… Shen Rangchen!”
Seeing her about to stumble, Shen Rangchen promptly pulled her into his embrace. Watching her teary-eyed, delicate, and pliant form, he chuckled with satisfaction:
“What?”
Shen Ciying lay against his chest, wanting to bite him but lacking the strength, only whining coquettishly: “You promised not to be rough!”
“Where was I rough?” Shen Rangchen sounded somewhat wronged. “If I were truly rough, do you think you’d still be able to whine at me like this?”
“Wuwu… you wretched capitalist!” Shen Ciying mustered her remaining strength to bite his chest fiercely.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Shen Rangchen turned her around, pressed her against the glass, and tormented her even more intensely.
…
Outside the window, the sky gradually brightened, while inside, passion raged wildly.
Shen Ciying’s mind went blank from the ordeal.
Finally unable to endure it, she called out his name again and again.
But Shen Rangchen wanted to hear her yield. Kissing her, he said, “Beg me.”
Shen Ciying wrapped her arms around his neck, weakly blinking her eyelids to look at him. After a few seconds, she spoke in a faint breath.
Shen Rangchen thought she had finally yielded.
Instead, what he heard was: “Just kill me…”
“You!…”
Shen Rangchen’s hand gripping the bedsheet clenched until veins bulged. Furious, he said: “Fine! I’ll grant your wish!”
…
Winter nights are relatively long.
The light of dawn arrived as promised.
Shen Ciying didn’t know when or where she had fallen asleep.
When she woke, it was already night again.
That damned man had made her miss another entire day.
During dinner, Shen Ciying asked Fu Ye: “When did Shen Rangchen leave?”
Fu Ye: “He left at 8:30 in the morning.”
After a pause, he added: “He didn’t look well when he left. He seemed very angry.”
She asked directly: “Did you two argue?”
“No.” Shen Ciying took a sip of chicken soup, replying nonchalantly: “He’s just angry on his own.”
Fu Ye: “…”
“His desire for conquest just wasn’t satisfied, that’s all.” Shen Ciying gave a light laugh. “He’ll probably miss me a lot during his business trip these two days.”
It’s just too taxing on the body.
This tactic isn’t effective. I can’t use it again.
That man is too wild—I can’t handle it!
Images from last night uncontrollably flooded her mind. Shen Ciying pondered thoughtfully.
Later, he seemed very angry, yet he hadn’t truly been ‘rough’ with her.
Reluctant to hurt her, restraining himself?
Shen Rangchen, do you already hold some genuine affection for me?Lost in thought, she heard Fu Ye say, “Qian Xiaoyou is in the guest room.”
Shen Ciying snapped back to attention. “Qian Xiaoyou?”
“Yes,” Fu Ye replied truthfully. “She was brought over at two in the afternoon. Who knew you’d sleep until now?”
Shen Ciying: “…”
That was a little awkward.
Men really do slow down one’s ability to draw a blade—almost affecting important matters.
Qian Xiaoyou was the girl by Fu Yuan’s side, the same one who had drugged her three months ago.
Shen Ciying took the warm dining towel handed to her by a servant, wiped her mouth and hands, stood up, and said, “Let’s go meet her.”
She looked at Fu Ye to confirm, “No one saw her come here, right?”
Fu Ye: “You can trust my work.”