Chapter 195

"Alright, please, Miss Du Wei." Zhai Feiyun curled his lips mockingly and raised his hand toward the door.

"Qin Zhixiu! You, you..." Du Wei's face turned from green to red, looking terrible. "Don't you regret this!"

After saying that, Du Wei flicked her sleeves and left. Zhai Feiyun looked at Qin Zhixiu with a complex expression and followed her out.

Even after the car had been driving for a long time, Du Wei still had a livid, angry expression on her face.

"Hmph! Young Master Zhai, you didn't call me here just to watch Qin Zhixiu put on this show to anger me, did you? I know I went a bit too far this time, but hooking up with Shi Gujin didn't do him any harm, did it? What kind of future is there in being a singer? As his manager, why don't you advise him?"

"... Singing is just his hobby," Zhai Feiyun replied coldly.

"Hobby? Heh... If that's the case, he'll never have a chance to climb up!"

"..."

"I see you also treat this manager job as a hobby, Chairman Zhai," Du Wei provoked, as if venting her anger.

Zhai Feiyun sneered.

"Alright, please stop the car up ahead, I don't want to be involved in any scandals with the notorious Young Master Zhai."

"You're right," Zhai Feiyun suddenly said as Du Wei got out of the car.

"As the third-largest shareholder of Muse and the youngest angel investor in the country, he indeed has no chance to 'climb up'—he is already at the top. As for you... you might want to pray that all your endorsements don't terminate their contracts overnight."

"What?!"

Glancing at the pale-faced Du Wei, Zhai Feiyun curled his lips and stepped on the gas.

A stupid, disgusting woman. He hadn't expected her to have betrayed Qin Zhixiu, and he had only brought her back to the apartment thinking she might comfort Qin.

Lele... what should I do? The longer I stay by your side, the less patience I have for other women.

On the other side, in the apartment.

"Mr. Qin..." He Lele stammered.

Du Wei had already left, but Qin Zhixiu was still standing in front of her, staring down at her, making her unable to even lift her head, not knowing where to put her hands or feet.

"You said it."

"Hm?" Lele looked up, what did she say?

"You want it."

"Uh..."

Qin Zhixiu kissed her forehead gently, and after a long kiss, he tapped her petite nose and pressed his lips onto her stunned ones.

"Is it okay?"

It was clearly an angelic whisper, but it sounded like a devil's sweet temptation. Did she have... any other choice?

Entwined limbs, alluring moans, the ambiguous and thick air of infatuation...

His gaze was like a flame wrapped in warm water, and everywhere it touched made her unable to help but feel hot and numb, an itch becoming a disaster. His lips were softer than light feathers, and as each kiss fell on her body, she could almost hear her skin trembling in a sigh.

The honey-cave beneath her was already overflowing with water without any touch, making her so shy that she squeezed her legs together, afraid he would discover it.

His long, beautiful fingers finally slid toward her damp valley, and the heat beneath his fingers seemed to make him pause his teasing movements in surprise.

"I..." She wanted to explain but had no way to start, so she could only squeeze her thighs tighter, not letting him go any deeper.

He gently withdrew his fingers and took her small hand, covering it over his hard, swollen-to-the-limit flesh.

"Can you... give it to me?" When a pure and beautiful face is stained with mellow desire, when a heavenly voice issues an invitation for love, when clear and beautiful eyes are filled with intoxicating anticipation...

Her cheeks were like fire, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed his soft, tender lips, and slowly opened her legs.

"If you take me... you're not allowed to return the goods."

"Hm? Uh—"

"Did I hurt you?" He quickly stopped pushing in.

She shook her head shyly, it was just too hard and too swollen...

"Sorry, I... can I continue?"

"Mm."

A little bit of gentle squeezing in, withdrawing a little and then pushing in a little more, the tenderness in his movements constantly brushed against her soft heart. She wrapped her legs around his solid, strong waist, and her lower body actively met his thrusts.

"Hold me..."

Gently kissing her breasts, he held her willow-like waist and began to move his beautiful hips, entering and exiting her warm, wet, tight, and resilient passage. She wrapped around him so tightly that he was worried that a larger movement would hurt her, but... he really wanted to hold her well, to hold this dear woman who had allowed him to no longer restrain himself in the past.