Returning - Chapter 70
Chapter 70: Heart Flutter
When Zhao Yu woke up in bed, it was already noon the next day.
Naturally, it was impossible for Xu Chengyan to spend the night at the hotel with her, but before he left last night, they had done it two more times.
The first time was after she came out of the shower and took the initiative. It started with her on top, then turned into him pressing her onto the floor and entering her fiercely from behind.
The second time, he took the initiative, carried her to the window and fucked her face-to-face, once again taking her breast into his mouth, sucking and licking her chest.
Probably truly provoked by her words, that man pushed the concept of prowess to its extreme. All three rounds of sex were ruthless and long-lasting. By the time he left, Zhao Yu didn't even have the strength to shower again.
Now awake, lifting the blanket to look, her body was still covered in various marks. Her private area was sticky and filthy, swollen and aching, and even her waist, abdomen, and both legs were sore and weak.
After showering, looking at her naked body in the mirror, Zhao Yu picked up her phone and took two close-up shots of the marks on her chest, sending them over: President Xu truly is still vigorous, age hasn't dulled his edge
The photos she sent him never showed her face, and were always taken very discreetly, never revealing crucial parts. After all, it was that ambiguous sense of wanting to reveal yet not quite revealing that was most titillating.
It wasn't long before Xu Chengyan replied, still the incredibly familiar two words: Slut
Zhao Yu replied: Hypocrite
Xu Chengyan then sent another message: Which one do you want
He attached a photo, a display case from some luxury brand, an array of various women's handbags dazzling to the eye.
So this was how he used to interact with his female companions? I provide material things, you provide your body.
Zhao Yu: What if I say I want them all
Xu Chengyan replied with a smiley face emoji.
Zhao Yu: Since President Xu took the initiative to ask me, does that mean you're planning to make me your kept woman?
Xu Chengyan: Otherwise? Marry into a wealthy family?
Zhao Yu: That's exactly what I'm thinking
As expected, she received another smiley face emoji.
Zhao Yu: Visiting a shopping mall on the third day of the Lunar New Year, and specifically the women's section no less, could President Xu be accompanying the future Mrs. Xu?
Xu Chengyan: Miss Zhao is crossing the line
Ha! That kind of phrasing, it felt familiar. Shang Lu had said the same thing back then.
Zhao Yu: I'm not interested in bags. President Xu should just give me cash instead
Xu Chengyan transferred twenty thousand yuan to her via WeChat.
Zhao Yu: Did President Xu miss a zero?
Xu Chengyan: You're not worth it
His words were as blunt as ever.
Zhao Yu scoffed, swiftly tapped to accept the money, and sent a message: Sure enough, the richer they are, the stingier
Xu Chengyan: I'm particular about getting value for money
Zhao Yu: So if I had chosen a bag, would the settlement be monthly, and now that I've chosen money, is the billing per session?
Xu Chengyan: You can choose again
Zhao Yu: Then I choose to be Mrs. Xu
This time, she didn't even get a smiley face emoji. The other side simply couldn't be bothered to reply.
Smiling, Zhao Yu took her spare clothes out of the closet and changed. She ordered lunch to her room and ate, pondering her next move as she did.
Apart from today, there were only three days left of the Spring Festival holiday. She couldn't waste them.
She opened Ji Sui's Moments to look, but there was still nothing there. However, two hours ago, Shi Yu had posted a rather emotional status update; it seemed she had taken Qu Sixiao to the cemetery to visit his father.
Zhao Yu left some comforting words in the comments, then opened her chat window with Ji Sui and initiated: Did you go to see Xiao Xiao's father too?
Ji Sui: Mm
Zhao Yu: Don't be too sad. I don't think he would blame you, and Sister Shi Yu has never blamed you either
Ji Sui: I understand, thank you
And so Zhao Yu didn't say anything more. After a while, it was Ji Sui who asked first: You're back?
Zhao Yu: Mm, got back yesterday
Ji Sui: At home?
Zhao Yu: No, at a hotel
Ji Sui caught on quickly: Is he still at your door?
Zhao Yu: I'm not sure either. After getting discharged without telling him, I went straight back to my hometown. Afraid he might still be waiting there, I had to come to a hotel first
Ji Sui: You were sick?
Zhao Yu: Nothing, just a small issue
Two hours later, Zhao Yu went to the shooting club that Zhuang Ye had asked about on the phone, the one she'd overheard.
Shooting was a suitable activity for venting, something both she and Ji Sui needed right now. She had also already learned from Ji Sui that Zhuang Ye had boarded a flight back to France early that morning, so there was no chance of running into him.
Ji Sui was a regular at the club. With Zhao Yu coming along with him, there was no need for a coach's help; he could directly teach her the basics of shooting.
She was a novice, starting with the easier-to-master rifle, using the prone shooting position first.
"Left leg straight, right leg bent further forward." After watching her lie prone on the shooting mat according to his instructions, Ji Sui patiently corrected her posture. "Shift your body weight to the left, raise your left arm, maintaining a forty-five-degree angle with the ground."
Zhao Yu tried hard to adjust her posture, but as it was her first attempt, she didn't even need to deliberately play dumb to show her disadvantage in this area.
"It can go a bit higher." Squatting beside her, Ji Sui supported her gun-holding left arm to lift it slightly. "Right arm also a bit higher, almost level with the ground..."
Before he finished speaking, he froze for a moment.
Because it was just a preliminary experience, Zhao Yu hadn't changed into professional shooting attire, only wearing protective gear on her arms. The garment she had on was a V-neck loose sweater. Now, with this prone posture, the majority of her chest was clearly exposed. In just one glance, he could make out the color and style of her underwear, and even faintly glimpse the two brightly colored spots inside.
A sudden rush of heat seemed to surge through his body. Ji Sui quickly averted his gaze, not daring to look at her anymore, yet his heartbeat inexplicably quickened a beat.
Zhao Yu, utterly "oblivious" to everything, continued earnestly holding the gun, adjusting her posture bit by bit: "How about this? Is it too high?"
Stealthily taking a deep breath, Ji Sui secretly told himself he mustn't look where he shouldn't, only check if her posture was correct. But when looking at her arm, his gaze inevitably glanced once more at that vast expanse of exposed allure.
Her skin was very fair, very tender, and her breasts were very full, but looking closely... Ji Sui's entire being jolted.
Hadn't she broken up with Xue Zi'ang? Where did those marks on her chest come from?
Those faintly discernible marks didn't look like something left from being too vigorous in the shower, but rather more like something made with a mouth.
Or, perhaps she just hadn't told him—Xue Zi'ang had come looking for her again, and used her as a tool for venting his lust once more?
Ji Sui wanted to ask, but the words caught in his throat and wouldn't come out.
Peeping at someone else's body was not the conduct of a gentleman. If she wasn't willing to speak up, he had even less right to pry into others' private matters, no standing to meddle in other people's business.
Not receiving Ji Sui's response, Zhao Yu asked again: "Should I raise it higher?"
Ji Sui abruptly snapped back to attention: "That's fine. After you adjust your breathing, you can try pulling the trigger."
Zhao Yu aimed carefully several times before slowly squeezing the trigger. The result, however, was a complete miss off the target.
Dejected, she put down the gun and looked up at Ji Sui: "Was my posture wrong, or do I just have no talent? This is too embarrassing."
Ji Sui's gaze fell upon her chest once more, his just-calmed heartbeat accelerating again. He could only walk behind her, keeping his distance, and said softly: "This position looks simple, but it's actually the hardest. How about we switch positions?"
"Sure." Zhao Yu got up from the mat. She originally wanted to kneel directly for the kneeling position shot, but as she reached for the gun, she suddenly let out a sharp "Sss," recoiling in pain.
"What's wrong?" Ji Sui noticed it was a problem with her knees, a faint suspicion already forming in his mind. "Injured?"
"It's nothing, I just didn't kneel steadily." Zhao Yu shook her head, lifted the gun, and switched to kneeling on the other leg. But the moment her knee touched the mat, she furrowed her brow almost imperceptibly again.
None of this could escape Ji Sui's eyes. He took her gun and set it down, helped her sit on the mat, and pulled up her loose pant leg, revealing two distinct bruises on her knee.
His hands unconsciously clenched into fists. Ji Sui asked in a deep voice: "Did he... come find you again last night?"
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