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"Mom!" Qing Cang's displeased voice echoed behind Shen Qingyou, and she could almost imagine that his expression must be very grim at this moment.
The shadow, elongated by the streetlight, appeared even thinner. "Aunt, I think you heard wrong. Qing Shao just said that before long, he will let me see the future mistress of this house!"
The lie was not at all convincing. Shen Qingyou had never been good at lying, but at this moment, someone believed her. A hint of relief blossomed at the corner of her mouth. Shen Qingyou knew that the smile on the lips of the middle-aged woman in front of her was genuine, unlike earlier when it had looked better but was fake!
"Qing Shao, it's too late. I should go back!"
She stubbornly lifted her head; perhaps she could still retain a shred of dignity. The night was cold and, she realized, a thin mist had silently descended. Looking up, the eastern horizon was dark before dawn, with no light visible—only the night wind rushing through, causing her clothes to rustle. The strong wind stung her face, and cool tears welled up in her eyes. This was Qing Cang's sincerity, but to her, it felt like an insult.
"Sister Shen, wait!"
Shen Qingyou stopped at the entrance. "Sister Shen, in our area, it's either rich or noble; it's hard to catch a taxi here. Let my driver take you home!"
With a faint smile, Shen Qingyou declined Li Jiuyue's "kindness." "Aunt, I can take bus 11!"
"Bus 11?"
Li Jiuyue turned to the driver, Old Wang. "Old Wang, when did we get a bus service here?"
"Ma'am, her bus 11 is this!" Old Wang pointed to his own two legs.
A flicker of anger crossed Li Jiuyue's delicate features; her impression of Shen Qingyou worsened—what an uncultured woman! She muttered to herself but dared not express it in front of Qing Cang because at that moment, under the streetlight, Qing Cang's expression was as dark as the calm before a storm; his eyes were heavier than the tranquil night itself...
"Whoosh..."
The Jeep kicked up a cloud of white smoke and sped away into the courtyard of the mansion. Lin Xiujuan stood on the upper floor, watching the direction in which the Jeep disappeared; anger twisted her beautiful face.
The bright moon and stars quietly hid behind dark clouds; the gloomy curtain looked like rice paper soaked in black ink, devoid of any light...
The signs of an impending storm...
"Crack..."
With a loud roar of the engine, the Jeep kicked up a cloud of dust and came to a steady stop in front of Shen Qingyou, blocking her path like a cheetah that had just sprinted a hundred meters and suddenly halted upon spotting its prey.
Qing Cang, with a grim expression, stepped out of the car. Under the bright moonlight, his dark, bottomless gaze was heavy with shadows. He curled his lips into a wicked smile at Shen Qingyou and asked, "Are you really planning to walk back like this?"
Shen Qingyou ignored him, expressionless as she sidestepped Qing Cang. Her indifference was a provocation to him; perhaps her disregard made his fiery heart feel rejected. This woman stood proud like an ostrich, holding her head high and not even glancing at him.
"Shen Qingyou, stop right there!"
The commanding tone made Shen Qingyou pause for a moment, but she continued walking. Some people are born superior, always standing on clouds and looking down on others; however, when it comes to emotions, they do not necessarily enjoy any privileges.
"You..."
Qing Cang was genuinely angry now. Without thinking, he grabbed Shen Qingyou's arm. He intended to punish this "stubborn" woman properly! Almost instinctively, Qing Cang's kiss descended upon her. The moonlight was enchanting as his exquisite features captivated.
Pressing Shen Qingyou's head, Qing Cang's tongue moved rhythmically within her mouth—pushing in, pulling out, exploring every corner. It was an extended wet kiss.
The night was deepening; two tall Lilac Trees stood beside them. As the night breeze blew, delicate petals fell like colorful confetti, disappearing without a trace. Shen Qingyou let out a long sigh.
Qing Cang's handsome face was filled with confusion; his eyes were glazed over as he lifted Shen Qingyou's face to examine it closely before kissing her deeply again, silencing all her words.
Shen Qingyou repeatedly reminded herself not to succumb; this embrace was not where her soul belonged. Yet the tremors surging from deep within made her heart spasm uncontrollably.
"Shen Qingyou, you feel something for me, don't you? Don't you?"
Shen Qingyou shook her head helplessly, pressing her hands desperately against his chest, resisting the gentle web he wove around her, fiercely refusing...
"Qing Shao, we are not suitable, really not suitable!"
"I am suitable, perfectly suitable!"
There was no room for rejection or evasion. Qing Cang once again covered Shen Qingyou's lips with his own. The fragrance of her made him reluctant to part.
"Qing Shao, is your so-called love just this kind of forceful taking?"
Like the cold wind of late winter, Shen Qingyou's bone-chilling coldness stunned Qing Shao. What was he doing? Forcing her to love him? Remembering their first meeting when she had been as fierce as a tiger, Qing Cang felt annoyed to realize that he had made a very basic mistake. How could he use coercive means on this woman?
Just as Qing Cang was about to explain, a lewd voice came from behind the trees: "Aren't you brothers done watching? Why not continue?"
Qing Cang's face darkened, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the source of the voice, a flash of bloodthirst crossing his expression.
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