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The CEO's Plaything
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Song Moting hated me to the core. This was an open secret in high society. Before my mother married into wealth, she was a Nightclub Dancer. Old Master Song fell in love with my mother at first sight, and a woman of humble origins managed to overshadow those from prestigious families. During my mother's lifetime, the Matriarch of Song had a particularly hard time. The daughter of a Nightclub Dancer was naturally regarded as lowly.
Song Moting was the biological child of the matriarch, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and our statuses were worlds apart. He looked down on me but had harbored resentment against me for many years. In response, I always found ways to entice him. I wore the sexiest spaghetti strap dresses, adorned with a sparkling diamond bracelet around my ankle. Or I would button my collar up to the highest point, only to inadvertently reveal a glimpse of my curves at just the right moment.
I loved watching him struggle to maintain his composure as he lingered around me, only to leave with a dark expression afterward. During those moments, no matter how exhausted I was, I would prop myself up in bed and provoke him with the most cutting remarks. "Hey, Song Moting, you might want to look in the mirror; compared to those gigolos in bars, you're downright pathetic."
Although Song Moting despised me, everything in my apartment was worth a fortune, and outsiders claimed that Mr. Song spoiled me rotten. What a laughable joke that was.
One winter, when the heating was slow to be repaired by the property management, Song Moting sneaked into my room in the middle of the night and found nothing but cold, sticky bedding. After that incident, my life became increasingly comfortable. He simply didn’t want anything shabby affecting his mood; he had plenty of ways to torment someone.
Not long after taking over the company, Song Moting eagerly brought his true love home—Chen Yan. True to her name, she was pure and flawless, exuding a gentle and graceful aura like a fairy; who would dare to defile such beauty?
Every time I see Song Moting carefully protecting her, speaking softly, I can't help but mock myself while touching the bruises on my arm. This man really knows how to act.
A long time ago, I once thought about falling in love with someone. Ye Minglang was the rising star of the legal world that year, tall and slender, exuding an elite aura with every gesture. His tailored suit highlighted his sunny handsomeness.
On that sweltering summer night, I went to the poolside to cool off. The area was indeed refreshing, but the mosquitoes were particularly bothersome. I curled my legs up, using my skirt to cover my feet, and even broke off a banana leaf to shoo away the insects.
"The night is deep and the ground slippery; Miss Gu should stay away from the water's edge for safety," he said.
I turned to see him dressed in a dark suit, deeper in color than the leaf in my hand, which made his skin look even fairer. I raised an eyebrow and asked, "How do you know who I am?"
"The young lady of Song Group, of course I know you," he replied.
Young lady—tch, these lawyers really know how to flatter.
I asked, "Do you have any mosquito repellent spray? Let me use some."
When I asked this, I genuinely just wanted some mosquito repellent. But he clearly misunderstood; his earlobes turned red as he instinctively adjusted his suit cuffs.
I then realized I had misspoken; as a high-ranking executive of the company, having private interactions with the young lady of the group could easily lead to speculation. Yet I wasn't one to back down easily; on a whim, I decided to tease him a bit.
I pretended to stand up but slipped slightly toward the pool. Just as I expected, he quickly reached out and pulled me back.
This was a trick I had used many times before; if it were Song Moting, I would have already entwined myself around him like a vine and unbuttoned his shirt, playing the game of feigned resistance.
But Ye Minglang didn’t give me that chance. With surprising strength, he yanked me to safety and guided me several steps toward the center of the path. His forehead was tense with veins standing out as he gritted his teeth, seemingly trying hard to suppress his anger.
I watched him quietly; if he dared to scold me, I would make sure he regretted it.
Who would have thought his tone was unexpectedly gentle.
"It's alright, Miss Gu, please be careful."
His words caught me off guard; in this circle of the wealthy, no one had ever spoken to me like that.
Ye Minglang, you are truly special.
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