Returning - Chapter 80
Chapter 80: Can You Wait for Me?
The snow fell harder, and the roads grew wet and slick. Before long, a long line of cars had backed up behind the traffic.
Shang Lu stopped the car and glanced at Zhao Yu, then pulled a clean towel from the storage compartment and handed it to her.
"Thanks." Zhao Yu took the towel and began wiping the water from her hair and shoulders. The car fell silent again.
It wasn't until the red light turned green, most of the cars ahead had passed, and a freshly lit red light stranded them at the intersection, that Shang Lu finally spoke. "I saw you and Xue Zi'ang when I arrived."
Zhao Yu smiled faintly. "So President Shang has been here for quite a while too."
He asked, "Did you two break up?"
"Mm." Zhao Yu answered calmly.
Shang Lu fell silent again. At the next intersection, he asked, "Where do you live?"
"Just drop me off somewhere easy to catch a cab." Zhao Yu wasn't unwilling to give him her address, but she found Xue Zi'ang's intentions and behavior somewhat unpredictable now. She couldn't guarantee he wouldn't suddenly show up at her apartment again.
Comparatively, given Ji Sui's personality, running into her with Shang Lu probably wouldn't be too bad. She could most likely talk her way out of it. But if Xue Zi'ang saw them, the outcome could be... difficult to say.
Since she wouldn't say, Shang Lu didn't press further. But the snow was too heavy outside, and he had no intention of leaving her on the roadside again, so he simply made a U-turn and headed down another road.
Zhao Yu could roughly guess this was the direction to his villa.
Truthfully, she'd already confirmed Ji Sui had turned onto another road and was no longer tailing them. It wasn't that she couldn't go to his place, but now, his status was different.
"I recall President Shang is already engaged."
His hands tightened on the steering wheel. Shang Lu flipped the turn signal and pulled the car over to the side.
Assuming he was letting her out, Zhao Yu reached to unbuckle her seatbelt. Her fingertips had just touched the clasp when his low voice came again: "I've already spoken with her. We'll marry in two years."
Zhao Yu stopped her movement.
"You don't need to tell me these things, President Shang."
He turned to look at her. "If, within these two years, I succeed, I won't have to marry her."
He paused, then asked, "Two years... can you wait for me?"
His meaning was crystal clear. He could help her get revenge, but only after he seized full control of the Shang family would he have the power to do so. And more than just waiting, she would have to gamble. Gamble that he would succeed.
Zhao Yu leaned back in her seat, watching snowflakes land on the windshield. She smiled faintly. "I don't dare gamble, and I don't want to wait any longer."
This answer didn't surprise Shang Lu in the slightest, but his eyes still darkened uncontrollably.
Zhao Yu turned her head to look at him too. "Shang Lu, I'll be honest with you. After I left you, I've been in many men's beds. Because I need many men to help me. You alone... aren't enough."
Shang Lu's hands gripped the steering wheel again, gradually tightening, clenching until the veins on the backs of his hands bulged.
"And besides... you know my situation. People of your status would do best to stay far away from me."
Seeing the self-mockery in her eyes, seeing the breezy, untroubled smile on her face, Shang Lu raised his hand. His fingertips brushed across her forehead, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. His warm palm slowly pressed against her still somewhat cool cheek.
He just stared at her like that, saying nothing, letting the heat from his palm gradually seep into her skin, spreading to every corner of her body.
"No need to pity me. I've never felt that this version of me is particularly pitiful."
She tilted her head, trying to pull away from his palm, but he cupped the back of her head and pulled her forward with force. His warm lips were already on hers.
She had been nearly frozen stiff out in the wind and snow. Even with the heater on in the car, her body hadn't warmed up yet. Her slightly pale lips were still cold, a bit dry and chapped from the wind.
He caught both her lips in his, his tongue licking and sucking hard, making her lips gradually grow moist and warm within his mouth.
Zhao Yu didn't struggle, nor did she respond. She simply sat motionless in the passenger seat, letting him kiss her.
Only once her lips grew increasingly moist and soft did he pry open her teeth, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He meticulously licked every corner, tangling with her tongue and stirring wantonly, each stroke rougher than the last.
Every lick sent waves of numbing pleasure through her, making Zhao Yu gradually lose herself in it. She couldn't help but slide her own tongue to meet his, her body growing weak and slowly leaning into him.
Sensing her response, he kissed even more recklessly, sucking hard on her tongue. His hands slid up from her waist, cupping her chest and kneading the two soft mounds gently.
Zhao Yu panted lightly, her hurried breaths mingling with his. The sound was crystal clear in the confined space, serving as a fierce aphrodisiac.
Shang Lu cupped her bottom with one hand and wrapped the other around her waist. With a hard pull, he half-dragged, half-carried her entire body flush against him.
Zhao Yu cooperated, lifting a leg to swing over and straddle him, continuing their entwined kiss.
His car had no curtains, but the windows were tinted with a highly effective protective film that blocked the view. On such a snowy night, the streets were nearly empty of pedestrians. The headlights of passing cars converged, shining against each other, too blinding for anyone to clearly see inside other vehicles.
The always calm and self-controlled Shang Lu seemed to suddenly lose restraint. His kisses grew heavier, sucking at her lips and tongue until they stung faintly. His hands, without the slightest hesitation, slipped under her clothes, pushing her bra aside to grab both breasts and knead them forcefully.
"Mmph..." A sharp pinch on an already-erect nipple made Zhao Yu groan lowly, but the rest of her moan quickly vanished into his fervent deep kiss.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Zhao Yu grew utterly wet, twisting her waist restlessly against his lap. Her firm, pert bottom rubbed ceaselessly against his solid thighs, occasionally brushing against the sensitive spot between his legs, which only made his breathing rougher.
She could feel how hard he was already, just like her. Desire hit fast, a hollow ache spreading throughout her entire body.
"Mm..." Finally breaking free from his lips, she couldn't help but gasp his name, "Shang Lu..."
Shang Lu finally released her breasts, his palms tracing the curve of her slender waist downward. He lifted the wide, heavy hem of her skirt, pushed her underwear aside, and stroked back and forth along the slick, wet slit.
"Oh..." When his finger pressed hard against her sensitive little clit, she trembled and cried out. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her full breasts pressed snugly against his heaving chest, rubbing side to side.
Sticky juices coated his entire hand. Shang Lu slipped his index finger into her opening, scraping and stirring inside while his other hand quickly unzipped his own pants, releasing his swollen, aching arousal.
"Do you want it?" He licked her lips, pressing his forehead against hers as he panted, his thumb continuing to rub circles around her already-rigid clitoris.
"I want it..." she whimpered, sticking out her tongue to lick his chin and the corner of his lips.
"Alright." He withdrew his fingers, gripped his shaft, and pressed it against her core. Squeezing her bottom with increasing force, he let her hot, wet pussy swallow his arousal inch by inch.
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