The photo was Photoshopped by Shen Yue—a solo shot turned into a couple's picture, with the man tightly holding the woman, his lips pressed against her face.
After Shen Yue finished, she sent it to Jiang Xiao, laughing. "This time, Cheng Yuan will definitely blow up."
Cheng Yuan did blow up. Upon entering the room, he kicked out all the dozen or so male models, and had Zhou Jin drag Shen Yue out as well.
In the end, only he and Jiang Xiao remained.
Jiang Xiao showed no fear. She watched lazily, occasionally picking up her glass for a sip. After finishing one, she refilled it and kept drinking.
Drinking while enjoying Cheng Yuan's tantrum.
This time, Cheng Yuan truly went mad. Bottles smashed all over the floor; most were worth over a hundred thousand yuan each. In other words, in his rage, he had shattered nearly a million yuan worth of liquor.
The music stopped. Jiang Xiao spoke unhurriedly, "Still angry? Go on, if you are."
She called over a waiter and ordered the most expensive wines, five bottles at once. Handing them to Cheng Yuan, she said, "Here, smash them."
She was deliberately provoking him.
Cheng Yuan took the bottles and, without any hesitation, smashed them again. Liquor splattered everywhere. He pressed Jiang Xiao onto the sofa, kneeling on one knee before her, his voice hoarse. "Had enough fun?"
"Am I the one having fun?" Jiang Xiao chuckled. "You're the one having fun."
"Yes, it's me." Cheng Yuan raised a hand to his forehead, then lowered it. "Come with me."
"No." Jiang Xiao shook off his hand. "Don't touch me."
"You won't let me touch you, but you let those men touch you?" Cheng Yuan was furious. "In your eyes, am I worse than them?"
"Yes, worse." Jiang Xiao glared at him, enunciating each word. "You're filthy."
"Jiang Xiao." Cheng Yuan couldn't hold back anymore. He pinned her shoulders, looking down at her. "Do you want me dead to be happy?"
"Yes, I'll only be happy when you're dead." Jiang Xiao pressed against his chest. "So, when are you going to die?"
"I can die, but I need to do one thing before I do." Cheng Yuan grabbed her hand, his other hand gripping her jaw, and kissed her without warning.
The kiss was fierce and violent. Jiang Xiao instantly felt suffocated. She tried to push him away but couldn't.
Cheng Yuan closed his eyes, savoring it. The sweet memories of the past came flooding back. His tongue explored, delving deep.
As if to say, here, here, and here—all mine.
Jiang Xiao had trouble breathing, letting out a faint moan. She pounded on Cheng Yuan.
But she wasn't strong enough; Cheng Yuan easily held her in his arms.
The kiss lasted five minutes before he pulled back.
Jiang Xiao slapped him. Cheng Yuan licked the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. Not giving her a chance to speak, he scooped her up.
Jiang Xiao grabbed his collar. "Let me go."
Cheng Yuan glanced at her without a word, carried her out of the room, and headed for the elevator just steps away. They went up to the top floor.
The most lavish presidential suite—Cheng Yuan's exclusive domain. In his free time, he often stayed here for a night or two. The price was staggering, but Cheng Yuan didn't care because he owned the hotel.
He was the hotel's secret owner.
He didn't just own one or two five-star hotels like this—he owned hundreds across the country.
He threw Jiang Xiao onto the bed and immediately pressed down on her.
Jiang Xiao put her hands between them. "Cheng Yuan, you'd better not do anything rash."
Cheng Yuan had been drinking; now, the alcohol was hitting him hard, and his mind was clouded. He had forgotten all about being gentle with Jiang Xiao, acting on instinct to do what he craved.
Do it without regard for consequences. He wasn't thinking about the future.
"What if I do?" His hand landed on her waist, kneading and squeezing. "What will you do?"
"I'll kill you," Jiang Xiao said. "So, don't touch me."
"Kill me? Fine, go ahead." Since she wouldn't let him touch her, he would do it anyway. He bit her neck, his teeth grinding against her skin. Only after hearing her gasp did he pull away, gazing at her deeply. "Do you like it when I do this?"
"No." Even if she did, Jiang Xiao wouldn't admit it.
"Little liar." Cheng Yuan's fingers found something, and seeing the wetness on his fingertips, he smiled wickedly. "And you say you don't like it."
"Cheng Yuan, get lost!" Jiang Xiao struggled hard. "If you touch me again, I'll fight you to the death."
"So much energy," Cheng Yuan said, curling his lips. "Good, we can play longer."
He had always been skillful in seduction, whether five years ago or now. Instincts don't fade; at most, he might be a bit rusty.
But that was fine. With practice, he'd quickly regain his touch.
He stroked her red lips, then slipped his finger into her mouth. When it met her soft tongue, he gently touched it. Seeing it try to retreat, he chased after it.
Playing with her tongue using his finger.
They had never done this before. Jiang Xiao had never been treated like this by anyone. Flustered, she bit down on his finger without thinking.
She bit hard, leaving red marks in an instant.
Yet Cheng Yuan seemed to feel no pain. He didn't even furrow his brow, letting her bite.
He didn't stop either. His other hand continued to stir up trouble.