Returning - Chapter 52
Chapter 52: A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
Zhao Yu had long anticipated that Xu Chengyan would deliberately torment her, and had come fully prepared. It was only through this that she barely managed to suppress all sounds and control her breathing, narrowly escaping disaster by the skin of her teeth.
"Zi'ang, I want to be alone for a bit. You go be with your friends first; I'll come find you in a while."
Her voice was a little hoarse—an aftermath of her earlier violent sobbing, and also a result of Xu Chengyan's deep-throating. Fortunately, her emotions were already running high tonight, so Xue Zi'ang didn't find it unusual. "Still feeling upset?"
"Mm." Zhao Yu responded quietly, her voice laced with a sob. "I was really, really scared just now."
Xu Chengyan shot her a sidelong glance, a soft scoff escaping his throat. His hands tightened around her waist and hips, using the arousal flowing from her as lubrication as he began a swift, forceful thrusting between her legs.
Thankfully, he was still wearing trousers, so the heavy slap of his abdomen against her rear didn't create too much noise. But the thick, rigid organ, sliding back and forth, still produced a faint, slick sound.
Xue Zi'ang's side was incredibly noisy; he was definitely still among the wildly partying crowd. Ironically, this environment served as a cover for Zhao Yu. And since he kept talking, he likely wouldn't notice the commotion on her end.
"Sorry, it's all my fault. If I hadn't pulled such a dangerous stunt, I wouldn't have scared you. If you're not in the mood to party, let's just head back. Be good, listen to me, come back soon and I'll take you home."
The apex of her thighs was rubbed raw with a numbing, tingling sensation, while Xu Chengyan toyed mercilessly with her clitoris, pinching it between his fingers. Zhao Yu fought desperately to suppress the moan that nearly escaped her lips. Her voice strained, she said, "No need. You have so many friends there. Enjoy your time with them, don't worry about me. I'll just walk around a bit and be back soon."
It was only after Zhao Yu had barely managed to end the call that Xu Chengyan spoke, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Impressive acting skills. You might consider a career as an actress."
Zhao Yu turned her head to look at him. "Yes, it is impressive. Isn't acting what a hypocritical woman like me excels at?"
She was clearly smiling, but her eyes were utterly cold. Being stared at like that, Xu Chengyan inexplicably felt a chill run through him, chilling him to the bone.
"President Xu no longer finds me dirty? Not afraid I'll give you a disease?" Clamping her thighs together tightly around his thick, rigid member, Zhao Yu returned his sarcasm in kind. "Is President Xu trying to tell me my charm is decent enough to make even you lose control for once? Is that it?"
Having her hit the nail on the head irritated Xu Chengyan. He thrust between her legs with increasing speed, his two fingers pinching her clitoris and twisting hard, instantly wrenching a choked sob from her as she climaxed.
Watching her panting breathlessly, he finally smiled. "Feeling an itch?"
She was indeed itching. Even though she'd climaxed, deep inside her passage felt achingly empty. She desperately wanted that thick, long shaft to plunge inside, fill her up completely, and pound fiercely against her itching core.
But Zhao Yu also knew that this man had already broken his principles once; there was no way he'd do it a second time.
With her body left unsatisfied, she continued her mockery. "Brave enough to grind outside, but too scared to thrust it in. Is President Xu afraid I might accidentally get pregnant and use a child as a threat?"
Xu Chengyan sneered. "Don't flatter yourself. Even if you did conceive, you wouldn't be allowed to carry it to term."
"Is that so?" Zhao Yu stared fixedly at him in the mirror, a more cutting smile of ridicule forming on her lips. "Truly fitting for the Eldest Young Master of the Xu family."
For no apparent reason, Xu Chengyan once again felt that bone-chilling coldness emanating from her eyes.
"Young Master Xu, a word of advice: don't be so arrogant." Bending over the sink counter, Zhao Yu looked at his reflection in the mirror and laughed quietly. "Even if, one day, you were to beg me to bear you a child, I wouldn't grant you that wish."
Xu Chengyan was just about to retort when a few strange noises suddenly came from behind. Someone was trying the lock on the restroom door.
Although they had locked it upon entering, Zhao Yu's body still tensed instinctively. Her legs clamped tightly around Xu Chengyan's member, stopping him from moving. But her dripping entrance, contracting and fluttering uncontrollably, rubbed its trembling lips rhythmically against his smooth shaft.
Xu Chengyan chuckled softly, leaning close to her ear to whisper, "Scared?"
Zhao Yu was naturally terrified—scared of being discovered by Xue Zi'ang. But she also knew full well that the man behind her couldn't care less about being discovered, and was even thoroughly enjoying the thrill.
"Fuck! Who locked this door?" a young man's voice called out, followed by a few kicks against the restroom door.
Zhao Yu had just found the voice somewhat familiar when she heard another male voice respond, "Probably broken. Let's go to the third floor."
It was Xue Zi'ang's voice.
Zhao Yu shuddered all over, her abdomen clenching tight, too afraid to even breathe. But right at that moment, Xu Chengyan's member began thrusting forcefully again. "What to do? Your boyfriend is right outside."
The low voice, carried on hot breath, entered her ear, making Zhao Yu tremble uncontrollably. She turned her head away from his face, which was smiling like a demon.
Xu Chengyan's lips quickly pressed close again. "Tell me, what do you think Xue Zi'ang's reaction would be if he knew you're in here, being fucked like this by me?"
That uncontrollable numbing, tingling sensation began spreading again from the apex of her thighs, already rubbed red and swollen. Zhao Yu bit her lip, suppressing a moan, struggling to stop her body's trembling. She glared at him without uttering a single word.
She was truly afraid, but she knew even better that the more fear she showed, allowing Xu Chengyan to savor his fill of it, the safer she would be.
Seeing her so anxious that her eyes were rimmed red, Xu Chengyan finally smiled with satisfaction. Just as she was about to climax, he abruptly withdrew from between her legs and issued a deep command. "Lick it out."
With her desire left unfulfilled, her body hanging agonizingly in limbo, Zhao Yu looked both aggrieved and furious. With tears welling in her eyes, she gave him a deep, lingering look, then slowly crouched down before him. She took the rigid organ, already coated with her fluids, back into her mouth, diligently licking, sucking, and stroking.
As he unceremoniously shot his load all over her face, Zhao Yu couldn't help but think to herself: this Young Master Xu had better hope he never falls into her hands one day. Because if he did, everything he was doing to her now, she would repay tenfold.
It had long since quieted down outside. Xue Zi'ang and his friend must have gone to a different restroom. But when Xu Chengyan straightened his clothes and left, Zhao Yu did not go out with him.
It wasn't just the fear of being seen by someone together; it was also because the disheveled mess she was in needed serious cleaning. Otherwise, she could never hide it from Xue Zi'ang.
The first time Xu Chengyan had come down her throat. She'd spat out some semen but had been careful not to get any on her clothes; a thorough mouth rinse was all it took.
But the second time, with him maliciously spraying her face, she needed to wash not only her face and neck, but also a small patch on the fabric of her chest.
Fortunately, the restroom had hand soap, a hand dryer, and even deodorizing perfume. She spent a full half hour tidying herself up, repeatedly confirming that she didn't smell odd, and even texted Xue Zi'ang on WeChat to confirm he was at the bar before she cautiously left the restroom.
But the moment she pulled the door open, she froze in place.
Someone was just about to enter. In fact, the person's hand was already extended to push the door, but upon seeing her, his hand froze mid-air.
It was still the same icy expression and cold gaze, as if he looked at everyone without emotion. Yet Zhao Yu still felt she could read sarcasm in his eyes.
After all, this was the men's restroom. What she had been doing in there, just now, was obvious.
Zhao Yu quickly considered the situation. Xu Chengyan had left half an hour ago. It was unlikely Ling Jianwei would have coincidentally seen Xu Chengyan leaving that long ago. So even if Ling Jianwei guessed she'd been having a tryst in the men's room, he would probably assume the other person was Xue Zi'ang.
Breathing a secret sigh of relief, she shifted to the side, motioning for Ling Jianwei to enter first.
He stared at her for a few seconds, then shifted his gaze away, brushing past her. From start to finish, he didn't even let out a cold snort.
Returning to the main hall of the winery, Zhao Yu still felt uneasy. She took two strongly scented glasses of alcohol from a passing waiter. As she walked, she deliberately spilled some on her chin, neck, and collar. Only when she could smell alcohol from a distance did she push through the crowd toward the bar.
Xue Zi'ang was indeed still sitting there. However, beside him, alongside Zhou Ao and Nian Feng, was the impeccably dressed Xu Chengyan.
Ever since he'd started viewing Xu Chengyan as a romantic rival, Xue Zi'ang had been unwilling to talk to him. But now, they were likely discussing business, so he was putting up with it, albeit impatiently.
The moment he saw Zhao Yu approaching, however, he immediately stood up and put his arm around her, staking his claim in a very obvious manner.
Xu Chengyan smiled knowingly, rising to take his leave. Before leaving, he glanced down at the glass in Xue Zi'ang's hand. "I hope this Grasshopper cocktail I personally mixed for President Xue is sincere enough to resolve the misunderstanding between us."
Zhao Yu followed his meaningful gaze. The cocktail in Xue Zi'ang's hand was green.
If it weren't for the fact that Xue Zi'ang trusted her completely now, this single drink would have been enough to expose their illicit affair.
This beast was truly arrogant beyond all restraint.
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