“These aren’t things you should be considering. All you need to think about is when you’ll marry me. I’ll handle the rest.” Gong Ming’s deep eyes fixed on her, a faint, dark glint flickering in their depths.
Cheng Youyi felt the intensity of his gaze and stiffened all over, wanting to shrink back.
But Gong Ming suddenly pinched her chin, forcing her to look up and meet his eyes.
“You You, running away isn’t the solution. You should know—I want you. And marrying you is only a matter of time.” The man spoke each word with resounding force, his unwavering attitude impossible to ignore.
Cheng Youyi stared at him in a daze, her eyes slowly welling up, the once-bright pupils now veiled in a misty haze.
“You like me?” She lowered her gaze, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum.
“I do.” He answered without hesitation.
“What if I don’t like you?” Cheng Youyi pressed.
Gong Ming’s eyes narrowed abruptly. His rough fingers tightened around the young girl as he spoke in a low, hoarse voice: “Then I don’t care. In any case, affection grows with time.”
Cheng Youyi bit her lip, stubbornly tilting her head back to glare at him. “What if I refuse to marry you? What will you do to me?”
As soon as her words fell, Gong Ming pinned her beneath him. The man fiercely kissed her sweet lips, claiming every inch of her territory.
With one hand cradling the back of her head and the other pressing against her slender waist, he plundered her with wild abandon.
Cheng Youyi was kissed breathless, pushing against the man’s shoulders in an attempt to escape her predicament.
But the man’s iron-like grip held her firmly in place, leaving her unable to move an inch. Worse still, his hand had already begun to wander.
Sensing his intentions, Cheng Youyi hurriedly tried to stop him. A clever idea struck her: “No, you can’t… My, my hand hurts…”
Hearing this, Gong Ming’s hand paused, and he released Cheng Youyi. His eyes were filled with intense desire as he stared at her with burning intensity. “Darling, how many times do you owe me now, hmm?”
Hearing the suggestive tone in his voice, Cheng Youyi’s heart pounded wildly. She lowered her eyelids, not daring to look at him, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz: “N-no, I don’t… You, you can’t be so indecent…”
After saying this, her entire face nearly buried itself in her chest.
“On our wedding night, I’ll take it back again and again, until you’re crying and begging for mercy.” The man’s voice was magnetic and raspy, sending shivers down one’s spine.
“……” Cheng Youyi was left speechless. Who said she was going to marry him?
Her cheeks burned as if on fire, and she wished she could dig a hole and hide in it.
How could he say such shameful things out loud?
No, she absolutely couldn’t give in like this.
She looked up at the man, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, filled with accusation.
“Darling, don’t look at me like that, or I can’t guarantee you won’t end up crying even more pitifully later.”
Gong Ming curled the corner of his lips, looking as though he had Cheng Youyi completely figured out. He knew exactly where her weaknesses lay.
Sure enough—
Cheng Youyi was so frightened by his words that she quickly shut her eyes, her heart racing wildly, fluttering uncontrollably. She was terrified.
“Stay here tonight. I’ll take you to school tomorrow.” Gong Ming gently stroked the girl’s moist lips, his inner desires stirring restlessly.
He truly wanted to take her right then and there!
Unfortunately, his reason warned him against it. He couldn’t rush things, or she would be scared away.
“No, I can’t. We’re not related, and we don’t have any special relationship. It wouldn’t be proper for me to stay here like this.” She avoided the man, analyzing the situation logically with an air of righteous indignation. In truth, only she knew how terrified she was—her legs had gone weak with fear.
“You You, are you sure we don’t have a special relationship?” Gong Ming retorted, his deep black eyes flickering with a mischievous glint as he gazed at her with a hint of aggression.
“O-of course not. At most, we’re just acquaintances.” Cheng Youyi turned her head away, her answer tinged with guilt.
“Oh? Is that so?” The man’s large hand gently stroked her waist through the fabric.
This tempting little thing made his throat tighten involuntarily. He deliberately teased her, “Do acquaintances jump into bed as soon as they meet? Or… do you think it’s okay to casually call an acquaintance ‘baby’? To casually kiss someone who’s just an acquaintance? Or…” He paused, continuing his increasingly bold movements, “Is this okay? Or this…”
He shamelessly tormented her, his hands never stopping as he gradually lured the young girl into surrender.
“No…”
“Baby, you’re being too disobedient. How many times do I have to remind you before you’ll listen? Hmm?” Gong Ming deliberately emphasized the last word, his hands growing even more audacious.
“…” Cheng Youyi’s face instantly flushed bright red. This man was too much!
Indeed…
Her relationship with him could no longer be defined merely as acquaintances. That night in the car had already destined their connection to be anything but simple…
“Little one, I don’t want to hear any more excuses from you.” The man leaned down, placing his large hand beside her ear, his voice low and husky. “Since that night, you’ve already been mine. I gave you time because you’re still young, and I didn’t want to push too hard. But if you keep disobeying, I won’t mind moving up the timeline for marrying you.”
After hearing these words, Cheng Youyi stared blankly at the man. Slowly, a wave of grievance washed over her. Her small nose wrinkled, her lips quivered, and two clear, glistening teardrops slid down her delicate, rosy cheeks before disappearing into the collar of her clothes.
“You… you’re bullying me. You’re taking advantage of being older than me, having power and influence, and your big tiger and giant snake to bully me. Wuwu, I’m never talking to you again.” Cheng Youyi complained pitifully, her tone sounding almost like a coquettish whine.
Gong Ming’s heart trembled. Oh no, had he upset the little one? But, what could he do? Teasing this little friend seemed rather amusing.
“Marry me, and you can bully me back,” Gong Ming said deliberately, extending his long arm to lift the girl and sit her up.
Her soft, delicate body collided with his firm embrace. Through his trousers, she could clearly feel the man’s intense heat and…
Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her breathing grew erratic.
“Uncle…” Cheng Youyi called out softly, only to realize her voice was trembling. She couldn’t help but feel deeply regretful.
What was wrong with her? Why was she so afraid?
Just as she lifted her gaze to speak, the man’s kiss descended unexpectedly. He even playfully bit her lip.
“Mmm… what are you doing?!” she exclaimed, covering her slightly swollen lips.
“Call me wrong one more time, and I’ll kiss you ten times. Once it accumulates to a hundred, don’t blame me for forcing you.” Gong Ming warned, his gaze falling on her slightly swollen lips, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.
“…”
Cheng Youyi’s eyes welled up with tears.
What was this? Forced possession?
“If I don’t call you Uncle, what should I call you? You’re an elder. Calling you Gong Ming would be disrespectful, wouldn’t it? Calling you Brother clearly crosses generational lines—that’s not appropriate.” Cheng Youyi muttered.
“Any of those is fine. Or you can call me husband. Or do you want me to kiss you? Choose for yourself.” Gong Ming raised an eyebrow.
Cheng Youyi: “…”
Why did she feel this old man was becoming more and more presumptuous?
He was clearly ten years older than her—how could he be so shameless?
Cheng Youyi didn’t want to engage with him and simply turned away.