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Lu family estate.
An ostentatious red Ferrari was parked halfway down the road, blocked by the butler.
“Ah, Young Master, the Old Master already said you should wait for Miss Xin Ling and take her with you.”
“Wait my ass!”
Finally released from confinement, Lu Ziyao was furious at the mere mention of Xin Ling. If not for that woman, how could he have been locked up for a whole week?!
If not for Grandfather’s upcoming birthday banquet, he would’ve been shut in for half a month!
Those seven days he couldn’t eat well, couldn’t sleep well, he even dreamed of his beloved car, his wine cabinet, and that group of sycophantic hangers-on of his…
It was all Xin Ling’s fault!
“There are so many cars in the garage. Just get a driver to take her. Don’t count on me to bring her!”
Lu Ziyao didn’t care, dropped into the driver’s seat, buckled up, and slammed the accelerator. The butler stumbled back, nearly knocked over from fright.
The roar of the engine and his arrogant laughter quickly disappeared at the estate gates.
The butler rubbed his face, still tingling from the car’s exhaust blast, and fell into long contemplation.
Sigh… Forget it. This task was simply too difficult. He’d just find another driver to bring Miss Xin Ling.
At that moment, a low-key yet luxurious black business car stopped in front of him. The rear window slowly rolled down, revealing a composed and aristocratic face.
Lu Jinchi’s brows relaxed, his tone seemingly understanding as he suggested to the butler,
“Just so happens I haven’t left yet. She can ride with me.”
“Ah, then I’ll trouble you, Fifth Master.”
The butler, unsuspecting, cheerfully ran off to notify Xin Ling.
Only the driver in the front occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror, full of doubts.
What did he mean, “just so happens”? Hadn’t Fifth Master specifically ordered him to wait nearby, watched the butler block the Young Master, and then picked the perfect timing to step forward and ‘volunteer’?
Yes… ‘volunteer’ seemed the most accurate word here.
While sneaking glances, the driver was suddenly caught. Lu Jinchi’s deep black eyes slid over him through the mirror, casual but sharp.
That look sent a shiver down his back.
“What you should say and what you shouldn’t—you’ve followed me this long, I trust you understand?”
The slow voice filled the car, and the driver instantly nodded in loyalty.
“Understood.”
Then, without Lu Jinchi having to instruct, the partition between front and back quietly slid into place.
When Xin Ling heard she’d be riding with Lu Jinchi, she was already numb.
During the seven days Lu Ziyao had been confined, she hadn’t received a single mission reminder. Instead, almost every day she’d been pressed down and drained by a certain someone.
Now, just seeing him made her legs weak, yet there was no escape…
Life like this was worse than 007.
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“Come here, why sit so far away?”
Lu Jinchi pulled the sulking little kitten into his arms, raising a brow in teasing amusement.
“What, not sitting in Lu Ziyao’s car makes you this unhappy?”
“…Mind your own business.”
Xin Ling snapped at him, pushing his arm away, unwilling to let him have the upper hand.
“Alright, I’ll mind your business.”
But Lu Jinchi deliberately twisted her words, holding her fingertips, brushing and biting them lightly, as he continued,
“From now on, stay away from Lu Ziyao. Block him. You can only look at me.”
The tingling numbness at her fingertips jolted Xin Ling like an electric shock. She yanked her hand back and glared at him, “Who wants you to mind me?”
“You tell me to mind you, then forbid me to mind you. Baby, you’re so hard to please.”
The man chuckled softly, his gaze drifting down from the girl’s pretty face, lingering on her strapless evening gown.
Her silky long hair was pinned up by the stylist, adorned with a delicate diamond clip.
The silver-white gown shimmered with iridescent light. Paired with pearl earrings and a matching necklace, the effect was stunning.
Her slender, fragile neck looked like it could be held in a single hand.
The stylist had dusted shimmering pearl powder across her collarbones. Below, her pale, tender chest rose and fell—angrily, from him.
So delicate, so beautiful—she should have been a little princess cherished in someone’s palm.
“Baby, if not for the circumstances, there’s no way you’d be stepping out of this car so easily today.” Lu Jinchi leaned closer, his words dripping with unspoken meaning.
Xin Ling’s pupils trembled. She quickly raised her hand to cover her lips, spine taut with vigilance.
“No, it’ll be obvious!”
The butler had seen her get in Lu Jinchi’s car—he would surely report it to Old Master Lu. When she got out, with so many people watching, if she lacked lipstick or looked disheveled, it’d be impossible to hide.
“That’s true. So what should we do?”
His eyes lowered in feigned distress, his expression troubled.
“But I still really want to kiss you. Baby, what should I do?”
“No kissing. Endure it.”
Xin Ling frowned and refused him without hesitation.
“Can’t endure, baby.”
Just as she raised her hand to cover his mouth, the man suddenly caught her wrist and pulled her into his embrace.
His grip tightened around her waist. His head lowered.
On the exposed skin, his kisses and nips left tingling trails. Xin Ling felt her back grow cold—the zipper seemed to have been tugged down, her dress slipping.
Until a sudden sharp sting had her clutching his hair.
“No, don’t… You’ll leave a mark…”
Her words trembled, broken, “Ugh… don’t bite so hard, it hurts…”
The beast ignored her, only gnawing more.
Only after indulging himself did he finally stop. With mock tenderness, he zipped her dress back up, straightened her skirt, and made her look perfect again.
Except…
The faint red marks on her half-hidden skin, her flushed, blood-red cheeks and ears, and her glistening tearful eyes.
“I really want to take you away right now, tie you to my bed and keep you there.” Lu Jinchi’s voice carried a husky breath, his eyes dark as he muttered indecently.
“Get lost.”
Xin Ling glared in anger and slapped him.
Smack!
The faint red mark spread across his handsome face, so light it was almost invisible.
Lu Jinchi pressed his tongue against his cheek, letting out a low chuckle. His gaze swirled with unreadable emotions as his words fell, shameless and wicked:
“Baby, didn’t eat? That slap was so light.”
“…”
Xin Ling gave up resisting, shut her eyes, and cut him off.
But it was only one-sided. The scoundrel’s hands never stopped—tugging her ear, biting her finger, kissing her shoulder…
“Lu Jinchi, will you die if you don’t touch me?”
With a serious nod, he replied, “Mm. I’ll die.”
!
She was exhausted…
Better to just let it go.