When Song Xi received a call from her boyfriend Zhang Qi, she was just finishing foreplay with Lou Yuming.
She felt as though she had been instantly transported to the clouds, dizzy and disoriented, her phone crashing to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Thinking of Zhang Qi's overbearing and unreasonable temper and his formidable background, Song Xi was secretly distressed, knowing she would have to coax him for a long time this time.
Lou Yuming held her soft earlobe and said impatiently, "Pay attention to me."
Song Xi was forced to comply, having no choice. This man was even more beyond her ability to offend, so she had to hug his neck and feign compliance.
Lou Yuming let out a low chuckle and bit her lip as a punishment. "Stop pretending, be natural."
Song Xi pursed her lips, embarrassed. She had given all her experience in such matters to Lou Yuming, so naturally, she couldn't compare to his expertise. Everything she was doing now was just imitation based on what she had seen.
Lou Yuming was aware of her inexperience. In any case, he always took the lead in such matters, so her lack of skill didn't bore him. Instead, he guided her with keen interest. As they grew more comfortable with each other, a sudden noise erupted from the living room.
"Zhang Qi... Ow!"
"Stop pretending, it's not your first time."
"Hate you!"
"Song Xi isn't here, is she?"
"Scared now? Don't worry, she's probably still at her part-time job at this hour. Want to... go to her room?"
"Yi Xiaoling, you're too bold. Do you dislike my girlfriend that much?"
"Who told her to put on airs? Zhang Qi, we've been sneaking around for months, when will you break up with her... Ah!"
The subsequent sounds were like waves, rising in intensity.
"What are you thinking about?" Lou Yuming noticed the woman in his arms had lost her focus and pinched her earlobe.
Song Xi immediately denied it. "Nothing."
"Liar." Lou Yuming cupped her face and lowered his voice. "Today, we even have a guest to spice things up. How interesting."
At first, Song Xi didn't understand what he meant. Later, seeing the meaningful look in his eyes, she immediately wanted to raise her hand, but he easily pinned it behind her back.
He gritted his teeth and whispered in her ear, repeating the words from outside the door: "Girl... friend?"
With that, his movements intensified. Song Xi let out a pained groan, her eyes wide with anger. Her flustered expression was like a small beast that dared not speak its mind.
Lou Yuming was satisfied. He patted her small face and enticed her, "Little thing, dare you make a louder noise if you can."
Song Xi held her breath, and then no matter how hard he tried, she didn't dare make another sound.
Living room.
Zhang Qi looked up. "I think I heard something?"
Yi Xiaoling proactively took him into her mouth. "No, it's still early, let's continue..."
Afterward, Zhang Qi was putting on his pants when he started searching for Song Xi's phone number.
Yi Xiaoling reached out to stop him.
Zhang Qi glared at her as a warning. She faltered and dared not overstep.
He tried calling for two minutes with no answer, his face hardening. "Let's go, let's eat."
Yi Xiaoling had originally planned to take the opportunity 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 of them left, Lou Yuming also finished everything.
Song Xi was exhausted and lay motionless on the bed. She hadn't expected the old man's stamina to be so strong. However, when he was in a good mood, his generosity naturally increased, so in the end, she didn't lose out.
Lou Yuming gazed down at her. This woman was indeed different after being "nourished." Her face was radiant, looking like a little fox spirit that had absorbed yang energy.
He leaned down and brushed away her messy hair.
Song Xi, who had been happily counting the two stacks of red bills, immediately moved closer to his face and kissed him obediently when she saw his movement. Her reaction was so quick, as if she were completing a task.
"Little thing." Lou Yuming chuckled.
After he left, Song Xi collapsed onto the bed like a deflated ball, holding the money. She grumbled inwardly with defiance: Old man!
Downstairs, a black Maybach was parked in an inconspicuous spot. Lou Yuming bent down to get in. "Back to the company."
His assistant, Yao Yifan, replied, "Yes, sir."
A roaring sound suddenly cut through the air, and a flashy yellow sports car appeared in sight. Lou Yuming's brows slightly furrowed.
Yao Yifan asked in confusion, "Sir, isn't that the young master's car?"
Lou Yuming seemed to realize something, a faint cold smile appearing on his lips.
No wonder the voice sounded a little familiar earlier. So he had indeed slept with his nephew's woman.
His handsome face turned even colder than usual. Lou Yuming said sternly, "Return to the old residence."
"Yes, sir."
The next day, Zhang Qi drove a new sports car to school to show off.
As soon as Song Xi got out of school, she saw a cluster of girls gathered around a Maserati. He was wearing sunglasses, acting as ostentatious as a peacock displaying its feathers.
The car was more expensive than any he had driven before. Song Xi saw on his social media that it seemed to be a gift from his uncle.
Zhang Qi had never mentioned this uncle to her. Song Xi guessed he must be someone formidable, otherwise, how could he have posted over a dozen updates on his social media? She had never seen him so excited!
Song Xi had even sent Zhang Qi several messages, explaining that she was working at the time and 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 likely subsided.
Watching him add all the beautiful girls to his contacts without refusing anyone, Song Xi slowly walked over.
"You're here."
Zhang Qi calmly put his phone in his pocket and scanned her from head to toe through his dark sunglasses. He had specifically asked her to dress up. Why was she still in a white T-shirt and jeans? Well, it didn't matter, his grandmother liked her simple appearance.
"What do you think? Is it too plain?" Song Xi asked.
"Beautiful, completely different from those flashy sluts 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 accelerator.
Zhang Qi was famously a 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 brat. The most serious incident almost disfigured Song Xi's face.
Rich people have always been like this; if they can't have something, they want 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, nor did she deliberately try to please him. She just wanted him to find her boring and then kick her away.
However, she never expected that Zhang Qi's grandmother would dote on her so much. The old lady's health was declining day by day, so whenever there was an opportunity, she would ask Zhang Qi to bring Song Xi to visit. Even though Song Xi was unwilling in her heart, she dared not hurt the old lady's feelings.
In the past, their visits had been low-key, but today was surprisingly different.
A convoy of luxury cars was parked at the entrance of the manor-like mansion, exuding an imposing aura. One could only wonder who had arrived.
Song Xi was afraid of causing herself unnecessary trouble, so she stayed behind Zhang Qi, appearing as if she had never seen such a scene. Zhang Qi was somewhat displeased, feeling that Song Xi's demeanor was embarrassing him, so he didn't act intimately with her, fearing ridicule.
Until she saw the man surrounded by people.
"Uncle!"
He exclaimed in surprise.
Song Xi hadn't yet connected him to the uncle who had gifted him the sports car when she felt a sharp gaze fall upon her. The air in her vicinity instantly turned cold, exuding an oppressive pressure. She was almost forced to lift her head by her chin, and when she looked up, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
Lou Yuming!!?