Chapter 308: Turning the Tables

Cheng Wenjing gave out her home address, and Chen Mo personally acted as a driver for once.

One of them had ulterior motives, the other was turning the tables.

When the car stopped downstairs at Cheng Wenjing's building, the alcohol smell on her had mostly dissipated, though she still looked not completely sober.

Chen Mo naturally put his arm around Cheng Wenjing's shoulders and escorted her upstairs.

"Mr. Chen, would you like to come in for a drink of water?" At the doorway, Cheng Wenjing's condition looked much better.

"Sure."

Chen Mo strode into Cheng Wenjing's room.

He just likes going to people's houses to drink water.

Although I know Cheng Wenjing probably doesn't like men, but what can I do? What else can I do?

It makes no sense not to eat the meat that's been brought to your mouth!

Chen Mo backhandedly closed the door, giving Cheng Wenjing no chance to struggle, and directly put his arm around her waist.

"Let me taste your water to see if it's good or not!"

Chen Mo one hand supported Cheng Wenjing's back, the other hand swept down from her waist along her protruding hips.

Then, using one hand, he lifted Cheng Wenjing up and simultaneously planted a heavy kiss on her.

"Mmm..."

Cheng Wenjing didn't expect Chen Mo to be so impatient; this was completely unlike her plan!

But she now dared not resist forcefully, fearing Chen Mo would leave directly, which would cause her plan to fail completely.

Helpless, she could only suppress her nausea, respond to Chen Mo's kiss, while pushing against his shoulders with both hands.

She feared Chen Mo would just take her like that, yet also feared pushing him away too hard.

Chen Mo supported Cheng Wenjing and walked toward a room that looked like a bedroom.

After entering the room, Chen Mo placed Cheng Wenjing on the bed, preparing to press himself on her.

Cheng Wenjing quickly reached out to stop Chen Mo.

"Wait a moment...... wait a moment......"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow: "Huh? At this point, what are you waiting for?"

"I drank alcohol, I smell." Cheng Wenjing quickly sat up from the bed. "Let me go take a shower first, okay?"

"Let's shower together!" Saying that, Chen Mo reached out to pull Cheng Wenjing into his arms.

"No......" Chen Wenjing refused, saying, "I'm shy!"

Cheng Wenjing rose, stood before Chen Mo, her body leaning against him, she lightly brought her face to his ear, exhaling like orchid: "After I finish my shower, let's play something stimulating with Mr. Chen, okay?"

"Oh? What kind of stimulation?" A flicker of curiosity passed through Chen Mo's eyes as he went along.

Cheng Wenjing wrapped her arms around Chen Mo's neck, turned their positions, and gently pushed with both hands.

Chen Mo cooperatively fell backward, landing on the bed.

Cheng Wenjing then lay on top of Chen Mo, reached out, opened the bedside cabinet beside him, and took out two pairs of handcuffs.

"To prevent you from barging in while I'm showering, I'm going to cuff you first."

Cheng Wenjing waved the handcuffs in front of Chen Mo's eyes.

"Wait, I want to be on top!"

Chen Mo understood in his heart; it turned out Cheng Wenjing was now starting to play this game.

He just didn't know if this move was being used for the first time.

"Oh, I see. I'm really looking forward to what comes next."

Chen Mo's eyes burned with passion; he cooperatively let Cheng Wenjing cuff his hands to the headboard, behaving completely like a lecher whose mind was addled by beauty.

Seeing Chen Mo so cooperative, Cheng Wenjing secretly rejoiced.

Although being kissed by that disgusting man for half a day was nauseating, seeing that she could soon finish him off made it still good.

After cuffing Chen Mo, Cheng Wenjing gave him a seductive glance, got up, and left the bedroom.

Chen Mo didn't know whether Cheng Wenjing really went to shower or just went to fetch a weapon.

When the sound of the shower spraying came from outside, Chen Mo's mind stirred, and the two handcuffs were taken into his space.

However, Chen Mo merely got up, found the key to the handcuffs in the bedside cabinet beside him, loosened both handcuffs a bit, then re-cuffed them in their original positions.

But now Chen Mo could pull his hands out of the handcuffs at any time.

Since Cheng Wenjing wanted to play, he might as well accompany her in playing.

Cheng Wenjing's shower took less than ten minutes.

When she returned to the bedroom again, she was wrapped in a bathrobe, her hair wrapped in a towel.

Seeing Chen Mo still lying on the bed just as before, she was overjoyed.

"Mr. Chen, I'm here, are you ready?"

"Of course, I can't wait any longer!" Chen Mo went along.

Cheng Wenjing smiled faintly, gently sat on the bedside, and reached out to touch Chen Mo's face.

Her fingers slid down, along Chen Mo's neck, to his chest, lightly undoing his shirt buttons, revealing his firm pectorals.

Her fingers continued downward, to his waist, lightly pressing.

"Mr. Chen, you're so eager!"

Cheng Wenjing undid Chen Mo's belt, and with both hands pulled his pants down to his knees.

Chen Mo cooperatively lifted his hips slightly, a flash of appreciation crossing his mind.

What a clever woman—having his pants half‑off effectively bound his legs.

"Come on, pretty girl, what are you waiting for?" Chen Mo displayed an eager, lustful look.

"Don't rush!"

Cheng Wenjing's hand again rested on Chen Mo's chest, pressing at the heart, as she was looking for the spot to strike.

Chen Mo remained expressionless, watching Cheng Wenjing's actions.

Cheng Wenjing propped one hand on Chen Mo's chest and slowly lowered her body.

The bathrobe's collar was wide open, revealing a stretch of white that attracted Chen Mo's gaze.

Her other hand quietly reached to her waist, where the bathrobe's sash held a dagger.

Seeing Chen Mo's gaze drawn to her chest, Cheng Wenjing acted.

She drew the dagger and ruthlessly stabbed at Chen Mo's heart.

According to her plan, Chen Mo would die under her blade in the next moment.

He deserved it—who let her dare to take Tang Zhudi's company!

Anyone who bullies Tang Zhudi deserves to die!

But she still underestimated Chen Mo.

Before the dagger could fall, Chen Mo seized Cheng Wenjing's wrist.

"Miss Cheng, what are you planning to do?"

The feral smile on Cheng Wenjing's face had not yet faded, and a flash of surprise crossed her eyes.

What's going on? Weren't his hands handcuffed?

Moreover, how does he know my surname is Cheng? I never told him my name!

Before Cheng Wenjing could figure it out, Chen Mo had turned the tables and pressed her beneath him.

The handcuffs that had been restraining Chen Mo's hands were now locked onto Cheng Wenjing's hands.

Chen Mo casually kicked his pants aside, stood at the bedside, and looked at Cheng Wenjing lying on the bed.

"Miss Cheng, now the roles of attack and defense have reversed!"

Cheng Wenjing struggled while asking, "Are you faking it? How do you know my surname is Cheng?"

Chen Mo sat back on the bed and reached to undo Cheng Wenjing's bathrobe.

"What are you doing? Keep your dirty hands off me, don't touch me!" Cheng Wenjing struggled.

Chen Mo played with a soft piece in his hand and said, "I intend to acquire Prosperous Real Estate; how could the people around the executives not investigate thoroughly? Moreover, the scent of alcohol from drinking heavily differs from that of spilled liquor on one's body."