When boyfriend Zhang Qi called, Song Xi had just finished foreplay with Lou Yuming.
She felt as if she was instantly flying to the clouds, her head spinning. The phone fell to the ground and shattered.
Thinking of Zhang Qi's overbearing and unreasonable temper and his formidable background, Song Xi was secretly distressed, knowing she'd have to pacify him for a long time this time.
Lou Yuming bit her soft earlobe, his tone displeased, "Pay attention to me."
Song Xi was forced to comply. She couldn't afford to offend this man either, so she hugged his neck and pretended to be enthusiastic.
Lou Yuming chuckled, biting her lip as a form of punishment, "Faking it. Be natural."
Song Xi pursed her lips shyly. She had given herself to Lou Yuming for this many times, so naturally, she couldn't compare to his experience. Everything she was doing now was just imitation from watching videos.
Lou Yuming was also aware of her inexperience. Since he always took the lead in such matters, he didn't find her lack of skill boring. Instead, he guided her with interest. They were getting closer and closer when suddenly, a noise came from the living room.
"Zhang Qi… Ouch!"
"Stop pretending. It's not the first time."
"Annoying!"
"Song Xi isn't here, right?"
"You're scared now? Don't worry, she's probably still out working a part-time job at this hour. Should we… go to her room?"
"Yi Xiaoling, you're too bold. Do you hate my girlfriend that much?"
"Who told her to pretend? Zhang Qi, we've been sneaking around for months. When are you going to break up with her… Ah!"
The sounds that followed grew more intense, like a torrent.
"What are you thinking about?" Lou Yuming noticed the woman in his arms was distracted and pinched her earlobe.
Song Xi immediately denied, "Nothing."
"Liar." Lou Yuming cupped her face and lowered his voice, "We even have a helper to spice things up today. How interesting."
Song Xi didn't understand what he meant at first. Then she saw the deep meaning in his eyes and immediately wanted to raise her hand, but he easily caught it behind her back.
He bit her ear, repeating the words from outside the door, "Girl… friend?"
With that, his movements intensified. Song Xi grunted in pain, glaring at him with wide eyes. Her flustered expression was like a small beast daring to be angry but unable to speak.
Lou Yuming was satisfied. He patted her small face, coaxing, "Little thing, dare to cry louder."
Song Xi held her breath. After that, no matter how hard he pushed, she didn't dare to make another sound.
Living room.
Zhang Qi looked up, "Did I hear something?"
Yi Xiaoling proactively took him into her mouth, "No, it's still early. Let's continue…"
After they finished, Zhang Qi put on his pants and looked for Song Xi's phone number.
Yi Xiaoling reached out to stop him.
Zhang Qi gave her a warning glare, and she flinched, not daring to overstep.
After calling for two minutes without success, Zhang Qi's face turned cold, "Let's go eat."
Yi Xiaoling had initially planned to throw a small tantrum, but hearing him say that, she immediately went along with it.
"I also want to buy a bag, the new Gucci."
"Okay."
…
Not long after the two left, Lou Yuming also finished everything.
Song Xi was exhausted and lay motionless on the bed. She hadn't expected the old man to have such stamina. However, when he was in a good mood, he naturally became more generous, so in retrospect, this wasn't a loss.
Lou Yuming looked down at her. This woman was indeed different after being satisfied. Her face was glowing, like a little fox spirit that had absorbed some yang energy.
He leaned down and brushed aside her messy hair.
Song Xi, who had been happily clutching the two stacks of red bills, immediately and obediently leaned in to kiss his face when she saw him move. Her reaction was as quick as if she was completing a task.
"Little thing." Lou Yuming chuckled.
After he left, Song Xi slumped onto the bed like a deflated ball, holding the money. She grumbled inwardly, unwilling to admit defeat: Old man!
Downstairs, a black Maybach was parked in an inconspicuous spot. Lou Yuming bent down to get in, "Return to the company."
His assistant, Yao Yifan, replied, "Yes, sir."
A roaring sound suddenly sped past. A flashy yellow sports car appeared in their line of sight. Lou Yuming's brows furrowed slightly.
Yao Yifan looked confused, "Sir, isn't that the young master's car?"
Lou Yuming seemed to realize something, a subtle cold smirk appearing on his lips.
No wonder the voice sounded familiar earlier. It turned out he had slept with his nephew's woman.
His handsome face turned even colder than usual. Lou Yuming said in a low voice, "Return to the old house."
"Yes, sir."
The next day, Zhang Qi drove a new sports car to school to show off.
As soon as Song Xi walked out of the school gate, she saw girls clustered around a Maserati. Zhang Qi, wearing sunglasses, was acting like a peacock showing off its feathers.
That car was more expensive than any he had driven before. Song Xi saw on his WeChat Moments that it seemed to be a gift from his uncle.
Zhang Qi had never mentioned this uncle to her before. Song Xi guessed he must be a tough character, otherwise, why would Zhang Qi post more than ten times on Moments? It was the first time she had seen him so excited!
Song Xi even sent Zhang Qi several messages explaining that she was working at the time and therefore couldn't answer his call.
Zhang Qi was usually difficult to appease, but considering he had something to do today and had received a new car, his anger had subsided.
Watching him add WeChat contacts of those beautiful girls without any hesitation, Song Xi slowly walked over.
"You're here."
Zhang Qi calmly put his phone in his pocket and scanned her up and down through his black sunglasses. He had specifically told her to dress up nicely. Why was she still in a white t-shirt and jeans? Well, his grandmother liked her simple appearance.
"How is it? Is it too plain?" Song Xi asked.
"You look good, completely different from those flashy hoes outside."
Song Xi pretended not to hear the sarcasm in his words and affectionately linked her arm through his, "You're so good."
Zhang Qi sneered and stepped on the gas pedal.
Zhang Qi was a notorious third-generation rich kid. When he pursued Song Xi, he relied on his family's wealth and power. When Song Xi refused, he resorted to the tactics of a spoiled rich kid. The most severe incident almost disfigured Song Xi's face.
Rich people were always like this; if they couldn't have it, they wanted to destroy it. Song Xi couldn't afford to offend him, so she was forced to agree.
But she didn't like Zhang Qi, she even hated him. So, in front of him, she never dressed up or tried to please him. She just wanted him to find her boring and then dump her.
However, she never expected that Zhang Qi's grandmother would particularly like her. The old lady's health was deteriorating day by day, so whenever she had the chance, she would ask Zhang Qi to bring Song Xi back. Even though Song Xi was unwilling, she didn't dare to break the old lady's heart.
Usually, their visits were low-key. But today was unexpectedly grand.
At the entrance of the magnificent manor, several luxury cars were parked, exuding an imposing aura. It was unclear who had arrived.
Song Xi was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, so she stayed behind Zhang Qi, looking like someone who had never seen the world. Zhang Qi felt a little unhappy, thinking that Song Xi's appearance was embarrassing him, so he didn't have any intimate gestures with her, fearing being laughed at by others.
Until she saw the man surrounded by people.
"Uncle!"
He exclaimed with surprise.
Song Xi hadn't yet connected him with the uncle who gave him the sports car when she felt a sharp gaze fall upon her. The air inexplicably turned cold, filled with an oppressive feeling. Her chin was almost forced up, and when she looked over, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
Lou Yuming!?!