Chapter 55: An Baoer, Is It Okay?

A lingering, alluring kiss entwined them, accompanied by some ambiguous, heart-fluttering sounds of saliva. Even sitting in the bathtub, Lin Yuan felt she couldn’t withstand Sheng Xiao’s assault.

She was about to soften.

Sheng Xiao’s large hand directly rested on her waist, holding her in his arms. Then, he partially untied his bathrobe, and with a long stride, stepped into the tub.

Lin Yuan truly only wanted to take a simple bath.

But lovers in the throes of passion, like dry tinder to a raging fire, sometimes don’t even need to touch each other. A glance, a gesture, can ignite the other.

Back pressed against chest, Sheng Xiao directly turned Lin Yuan’s face, kissing her in this way.

His other hand carefully protected her wrist, afraid of getting it wet.

“An Baoer, is it okay?”

Lin Yuan’s injuries were all superficial, the most serious being the cut on her wrist. It wouldn’t hinder their intimacy, but Sheng Xiao still asked her, “Is it okay?”

She bit her lip, unable to speak before Sheng Xiao lifted her waist, then slowly lowered her.

An unusual sensation in the water caused Lin Yuan to involuntarily twist her body, feeling strained.

She naturally wrapped her arms around Sheng Xiao’s neck. He was mindful of her wrist injury, his movements gentler than ever.

His tongue glided over her earlobe, down her neck, then along her collarbone, his arms circling her slender waist, as if he wanted to meld her into his body, tightly, intensely.

Lin Yuan loved making love with Sheng Xiao.

He knew when to be gentle, when to be domineering. He understood the emotions Lin Yuan couldn’t express due to shyness in bed, and he would cater to her when she needed a change of pace.

Therefore, they were incredibly compatible in this matter.

Sheng Xiao also felt that he would never find another person as compatible with him as Lin Yuan, and likewise, Lin Yuan would never encounter another partner as perfect as Sheng Xiao.

After a blissful encounter, Sheng Xiao finally carried Lin Yuan to bed.

Exhausted, she fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow.

She wouldn’t wake up again tonight.

Sheng Xiao changed into a black casual suit and went downstairs.

Downstairs, Zuo Chuan waited by a black Maybach. Seeing Sheng Xiao come down, he hurriedly opened the trunk, then circled around to the driver’s seat. “Third Master, everyone’s been brought over.”

Sheng Xiao’s face was grim, his aura heavy. He slammed the front seat, “Get me a cigarette.”

Zuo Chuan paused, handed him a Monteresilient cigarette, lit it skillfully, and then stepped on the accelerator.

They went to the restaurant where Lin Yuan had dined with those rich second-generation kids yesterday.

The same private room, the same people.

Only this time, Lin Yuan wasn’t there. Instead, it was Sheng Xiao and Zuo Chuan.

These people were brought here in the middle of the night, some still asleep, some still at nightclubs, some even in bed with women. They only realized they might have offended a truly formidable figure when they were dragged here one by one.

Even someone like An Shao wouldn’t dare offend them. They couldn’t imagine how terrifying this person might be.

Sheng Xiao held a cigarette in his hand. Zuo Chuan pushed open the door to the private room. The people inside were all terrified, looking at the door like they were facing a great enemy.

Zuo Chuan pulled out a chair. Sheng Xiao sat down with his legs crossed, his gaze sweeping over the room. These were the people.

The ones who did such vile things to his An Baoer!

He casually wore a casual suit. These people, all rich or noble, could naturally tell that Sheng Xiao’s clothes were cheap. Someone wearing such clothes couldn’t have any real power. They seemed to relax slightly based on his appearance.

“Brother, we’re all men. Women, you can have any kind you want. Just drop this matter, and whatever you want, it’s on me.”

Zuo Chuan frowned and glanced at the speaker. This was a short-lived ghost.

Yang Ligang naturally knew Lin Yuan was married and that her husband previously worked on a construction site. Sheng Xiao’s current posture might intimidate others, but not him!

He even sneered, “Not to mention, brother, that Lin Yuan is a fox in our company. You probably don’t know, our Wang…”

Before he could finish, Sheng Xiao grabbed his hair at the back of his head and slammed his head hard against the marble table, making a dull thud.

The cigarette still burning in his hand was directly shoved into Yang Ligang’s mouth with a flash of fire, “I see you’re quite talkative.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a porcelain cup shattered on Yang Ligang’s head.

The private room erupted in frantic screams. The shattered cup shards fell into Yang Ligang’s ears and eyes. He struggled to break free from Sheng Xiao’s grasp, but he couldn’t move.

Sheng Xiao glanced at Zuo Chuan, who understood. He grabbed Yang Ligang by the collar and punched him, sending him sprawling on the floor.

The others in the private room only then realized how absurd their earlier thoughts were. This man wasn’t ordinary. He didn’t say a word, he just acted. Looking at Yang Ligang lying on the floor like a puddle of mud, unable to move.

Sheng Xiao’s eyes fixed on the man who had spoken earlier. The man’s back was stiff, his neck stiffening as he tried to embolden himself. “I don’t care who you are. This is Yancheng. Yancheng is ruled by my Zhao family. If you dare touch me, my father won’t let you go.”

The man who had been cold just now suddenly chuckled. The man didn’t understand why he was laughing when Zuo Chuan pulled a dagger from his waist, somehow getting behind the man, and held it directly to his neck.

The force was so great that blood immediately seeped from his neck.

“You, you, you, what are you doing?”

His body trembled. Zuo Chuan pressed the tip of the knife a little harder. “Don’t move, or I’ll slip, and you’ll know what happens when the knife goes in.”

Zuo Chuan was tall, with a crew cut. He had a serious, meticulous expression when he wasn’t smiling. Seeing Sheng Xiao’s ruthlessness earlier, the man he was controlling now dared not make a move.

He didn’t doubt for a second that this man would kill him.

“What are you doing? You want money? My family has more money than we know what to do with. I’ll give you whatever you want, a million, ten million, just let me go, I promise you’ll have wealth and glory beyond your wildest dreams.”

Sheng Xiao’s brow furrowed. “There’s one thing you can give.”

The man’s eyes lit up. This meant there was room for negotiation. “What is it?”

“Your life!!”

The man trembled in fear. As he moved his neck, the tip of the knife went in a little deeper. Just when he was about to despair, Sheng Xiao tapped his finger rhythmically on the table, glancing at Yang Ligang, who was nearly unconscious on the floor. “There’s another way you can live.”

The man, like he had grasped a lifeline, slid to his knees. “I’ll do it, just don’t kill me, I’ll do anything.”

Zuo Chuan handed him the dagger. The man was confused, but Sheng Xiao’s deep voice echoed, “You and him, only one can live.”