Returning - Chapter 128
Chapter 128: Exposed
Zhao Yu was staring blankly at her computer when someone suddenly grabbed her arm with force. She looked up to meet Xue Zhan's livid face.
Without a word, Xue Zhan yanked her from her seat and forcibly dragged her into the office.
The moment he pushed the door shut, he tore open her blouse, his gaze fixed intensely on the large expanse of exposed skin.
Zhao Yu smiled and unfastened the remaining buttons herself, thrusting her chest toward him. "Is Director Xue satisfied? Should I undo this too, so you can inspect it thoroughly?"
She was pointing at the black lingerie encasing her breasts.
Xue Zhan stared at her fixedly, saying nothing.
Zhao Yu kept smiling. She reached out, grasped his fingers, and slowly guided them beneath the hem of her skirt. "This is what really needs a thorough inspection."
The moment his fingertips touched the fabric at her core, Xue Zhan abruptly yanked his hand free and turned toward the desk.
Zhao Yu immediately threw herself forward, wrapping her arms around him from behind. She pressed against his back, grinding her lingerie-clad chest against him continuously, her lips brushing the skin of his neck as she cooed, "You've already stripped me bare. Are you really not going to do something?"
"Let go!" Xue Zhan's back was rigid, his voice cold and hard.
"No—" Zhao Yu shook her head brazenly against his shoulder, her hands around his waist slowly sliding downward. "Don't tell me you're hard? Is that why you're so afraid of me?"
But before her hand could reach his groin, he had already seized it.
Zhao Yu didn't struggle. She just kept rubbing her full breasts against his back, her smile brimming with amusement. "Were you jealous just now? You thought I'd slept with Ling Jianwei, and that's why you were so furious."
Xue Zhan didn't push her away, but he scoffed at her words.
"Ah!" Zhao Yu sighed, putting on an air of great dilemma. "One percent equity, or three months of my body—which should I choose?"
Xue Zhan gave a cold snort. "I never agreed to anything."
"Oh my! Is the esteemed Vice Chairman Xue trying to weasel out of his debt?" Zhao Yu stood on tiptoe and suddenly planted a light kiss near his ear. "You really aren't hard?"
Seeing her other hand about to probe toward his groin again, Xue Zhan whirled around abruptly, pushing her against the wall. His gaze bore down on her darkly. "What exactly is your relationship with Ling Jianwei?"
"Since Director Xue is so capable of investigating, why not find out yourself? What is there about me that you can't uncover?"
Smiling at him with pure innocence, Zhao Yu once again reached for his groin. This time she moved too fast for him to block, and her hand landed squarely over the bulge, slowly kneading it through the fabric of his pants.
"Director Xue is this hard already?" Zhao Yu raised an eyebrow smugly, continuing to stroke his half-erect member. Her smile was dazzling. "Even harder than your mouth, Director Xue."
Xue Zhan sucked in a sharp breath. He caught her hand, ready to pull her away, but after a pause, he suddenly let go. Instead, he used both hands to grasp her breasts and knead them roughly. "If Xue Zi'ang knew you never liked him at all—that you've only ever seen him as a pawn from start to finish—what do you think he'd think?"
Hearing the deliberate rise in his voice, and the pointed mention of Xue Zi'ang, Zhao Yu sensed something was off. She turned her head and realized the door he had closed earlier wasn't shut properly—a small gap remained, and through that gap, a dark shadow loomed.
Zhao Yu understood instantly. She let out a soft laugh and met Xue Zhan's deep, dark eyes.
Xue Zhan smiled back at her, the meaning in his gaze unmistakable.
Zhao Yu had always known that Xue Zhan held so much information about her—he could tell Xue Zi'ang the truth at any time, and she couldn't stop him.
As for whether Xue Zi'ang found out, she didn't care anymore. Since he wanted to use this method to force Xue Zi'ang to give up on her, she had no problem playing along enthusiastically.
"What he thinks—what does that have to do with me? You said it yourself. To me, he's nothing but a pawn. The one who should be concerned about him is you, his uncle. As his own uncle, here you are kneading the breasts of the ex-girlfriend he can't get over. Tell me, aren't you... a complete animal?"
Xue Zhan sneered. "What kind of ex-girlfriend are you, exactly? The one he truly misses is Xu Miao. And you? A counterfeit who deliberately imitated Xu Miao, who rose to power as a stand-in, and then turned around and bit him. If he knew you were nothing but a scheming, heartless woman, do you think he'd still acknowledge you as his ex-girlfriend?"
"Whether he acknowledges me—what does that have to do with me? Wasn't it Director Xue who said he should call me Auntie? The one about to fuck me now—that's you. Uncle—"
She deliberately drew out the last two words, making them soft and bewitching, while at the same time applying a slight pressure. She gave his cock a hard stroke through his pants, immediately making Xue Zhan's breathing quicken.
"Oh, so Uncle likes to play like this." Zhao Yu deliberately let out breathy moans of pleasure. "Mm-ah... Uncle... Uncle... oh... so good..."
Bang! The door was kicked open, slamming hard against the wall just a few inches from Zhao Yu and Xue Zhan. The force was so great that it bounced back after hitting the wall, creaking noisily on its hinges.
Xue Zi'ang stood at the doorway, his face deathly pale, his eyes bloodshot, fists clenched tightly as he stared fixedly at them.
And right now, Xue Zhan's hands had already slipped inside Zhao Yu's lingerie, firmly cupping her two tender breasts, while Zhao Yu's hand still gripped the erection at his groin. Even through the fabric, the thick, long shape was clearly visible.
Xue Zi'ang's shoulders trembled. He stared at them for a long, long moment before shifting his entire focus onto Zhao Yu's face. His scarlet eyes were filled with utter disbelief.
Zhao Yu straightened up and met his gaze expressionlessly.
He struggled to move his lips. He wanted to ask something, but no sound came out.
"What are you doing here?" Xue Zhan pretended to be surprised, but there was no real shock in his calm voice.
Xue Zi'ang didn't answer. He continued staring at Zhao Yu, looking exactly like a wild beast about to go berserk.
Zhao Yu lowered her head and said flatly, "I'm sorry. I lied to you before."
Even she herself didn't know how much of that apology was sincere, and how much was false.
Xue Zi'ang still stood motionless, watching her. A thin mist gradually clouded his bloodshot eyes. The tips of his clenched fingers were already digging deep into his own flesh.
After a long while, he suddenly let out a low laugh. He gave Zhao Yu one last deep look, then turned and left.
His retreating figure was wretched beyond words, utterly desolate.
Zhao Yu looked back at Xue Zhan. "Director Xue really is cruel-hearted."
"The truly cruel one—isn't that you?" Xue Zhan glanced at her coldly. Then he abruptly reached out, shut the door again, and pressed her back against the wall.
This time, the door was truly closed. And his hand went straight for her core.
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