Lin Mei, born proud, refused to be mocked, especially by her fuck buddy.
Lin Mei clutched her stomach, trying to stand, but Xing Zheng directly grabbed her arm.
Her soft body fell into his embrace, and he immediately smelled the overwhelming scent of alcohol.
The little woman in his arms had drunk herself rosy-cheeked. Her delicate brows were furrowed with stomach pain, her lips bitten in silent endurance, her breath coming in short gasps. Her eyes were like a startled fawn, or a captivating vixen.
With just a few glances, Xing Zheng’s heart began to race.
Lin Mei pushed against Xing Zheng’s chest, “Let me go.”
This club was often frequented by people from their bank. If they were seen pulling and tugging like this in the corridor, it would be over for them.
Xing Zheng heard the woman’s pained yet stubborn voice and chuckled, “Your mouth is truly as hard in bed as it is out of it.”
“And if I don’t let go, what then?” Xing Zheng leaned closer, sniffing her scent, a mixture of alcohol and perfume, with an added hint of lust. “Drinking white spirits?”
Lin Mei craned her neck back, “My colleagues often eat here. Don’t cause trouble…”
Lin Mei was pulled back into the private room by Xing Zheng. She was genuinely suffering from stomach pain. After entering, she opened her bag to find stomach medication, only to discover, to her dismay, that she had none.
It was true, she hadn’t drunk to the point of stomach pain in a long time.
Oh well, she’d find a pharmacy to buy some when she got a designated driver later.
Lin Mei went to the table to retrieve the contract. This was what she had exchanged for over a pound of baijiu tonight, and she couldn’t lose it.
Xing Zheng blocked Lin Mei’s path, snatched the contract from her hand, and casually flipped through it.
It was a fixed-deposit agreement for five million two hundred thousand.
Xing Zheng dangled the document, scrutinizing her, and asked with a smile, “You drank with Zhao Tian for this?”
Lin Mei: “…You saw?”
Xing Zheng strode forward, his long fingers unzipping her tote bag and stuffing the document inside. “I just saw you coming out with him, and I happened to overhear him offering a hundred thousand to keep you as his mistress.”
Lin Mei: “…”
Xing Zheng’s fingers traced her waistline, “Lin Meimei?”
Lin Mei’s face flushed from white to red, “Shut up!”
In her anger, her stomach cramped again, and Lin Mei bent over, clutching her abdomen.
Xing Zheng’s dark eyes fixed on her. He took off his suit jacket and draped it over her, then put his arm around her shoulders and led her out.
His sudden gentleness caught Lin Mei off guard.
She looked up at him blankly. Xing Zheng said playfully, “Teary-eyed, panting softly, truly Lin Meimei.”
Lin Mei: “…” Did this scoundrel read “Dream of the Red Chamber”?
But these words, spoken by him, felt wrong.
Lin Mei was led into Xing Zheng’s car, a black Bentley flying by. The seats inside were also black leather, exuding an aura of restraint.
“My car is over there…” Lin Mei trailed off as the man beside her suddenly leaned in, his gaze fixed on her lips, a strange light flickering in his eyes.
In the confined space, such close proximity made sparks fly easily.
Lin Mei looked at the man’s lips and felt an urge to kiss him. He had thin lips that could ignite a fire when kissing.
Lin Mei, already warm from the alcohol, felt even hotter at the thought.
She couldn’t control herself, her lips slowly moving towards his.
At the same time, the man’s hand went around her waist, fastening her seatbelt.
Lin Mei: “…”
“I didn’t realize you were so desperate,” Xing Zheng said, his dark eyes filled with teasing. “Did you think I was going to kiss you just now?”
How could Lin Mei admit it? “I didn’t!”
Xing Zheng: “Oh, so you were going to kiss me.”
Lin Mei: “…”
Having teased Lin Mei until her face and neck were flushed, Xing Zheng satisfiedly started the car.
Lin Mei calmed herself and said to him, “Just drop me off at a pharmacy, and I’ll take a taxi back.”
Xing Zheng answered her question with another, “How long have you been with your boyfriend?”
Lin Mei: “Over five years. Why do you ask?”
Xing Zheng: “It seems he doesn’t satisfy you much.”
Lin Mei: “…” This scoundrel was doing it on purpose, wasn’t he? He knew perfectly well that she and Chen Qi had never gone all the way.
There was a pharmacy not far away. Lin Mei saw it and told Xing Zheng, “Drop me off at the entrance.”
Xing Zheng didn’t reply, but he pulled over in front of the pharmacy as she asked.
The car stopped, and Lin Mei unbuckled her seatbelt, preparing to get out and buy medicine. Xing Zheng asked, “What medicine?”
Lin Mei: “I’ll buy it myself.”
Xing Zheng: “It’s not good for women to be too stubborn. I don’t want to have to carry you out of the car later.”
Lin Mei’s stomach cramped again in response. She gave up and told Xing Zheng the name of the medicine.
After Xing Zheng got out of the car, Lin Mei watched his retreating back through the window.
He had given her his suit jacket, so he was only wearing a shirt now, tucked into his pants with his belt exposed.
His backside was shapely. Lin Mei remembered hearing someone say that men with perky butts had exceptional endowments.
Xing Zheng certainly lived up to that description.
Xing Zheng was quick, returning with the medicine in a few minutes. He also thoughtfully brought her a cup of warm water. This gesture stirred a hint of gratitude in Lin Mei towards the scoundrel.
After Lin Mei took the medicine, Xing Zheng asked her, “Where do you live?”
Lin Mei gave him the address of her apartment, and Xing Zheng started the car again.
Fifteen minutes later, Xing Zheng’s car stopped downstairs from Lin Mei’s building. Lin Mei’s stomach pain had subsided after taking the medicine. She picked up her bag, “Thank you for tonight.”
Xing Zheng rested one hand on the steering wheel, his fingers gently scratching, “Aren’t you going to invite me up for a bit?”
Lin Mei’s gaze fell on Xing Zheng’s lips, then to his jaw and Adam’s apple.
She had to admit, she was lusting after him.
——
Lin Mei brought Xing Zheng upstairs. As soon as they exited the elevator, Xing Zheng cupped her waist and kissed her ear.
Lin Mei’s hand trembled as she entered the password. The door opened, and Xing Zheng pressed her against the shoe cabinet, kissing her wantonly.
Her suit jacket and the bag in her hand were tossed to the floor. The contract she had signed that night fell out.
The entryway light shone down from above, casting a shadow under Lin Mei’s eyes. Her long, thick eyelashes trembled wildly.
The temperature rose, and reason fled.
“Bang bang bang!”
As they were entwined, a startling series of knocks echoed. Outside, Chen Qi’s drunken voice called out, “Wife, open the door, open it for me…!”