Rich Woman, But Got Dumped By A Jerk Three Times. - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Lick It, Don’t You Like to Play?

The already low-brightness screen quietly went black from prolonged lack of touch.

The screen, devoid of light, became a black mirror, reflecting the pair of fox eyes wide with shock.

The six short words were like a sudden clap of thunder.

Yun Jiushu’s brain instantly went into a state of frozen shock, her rationality scattered into chaos.

Got you dirty…

What did she mean ‘got dirty’? Did she even know what she was saying?

Looking at the woman who hadn’t recovered her senses, the smile in Yi Chengsong’s heart intensified.

The stinging pain on her cheek became worthwhile the instant she saw Yun Jiushu’s stunned expression.

If she judged correctly, she should have successfully piqued Yun Jiushu’s playful interest.

But mere interest wasn’t enough.

Thinking this, Yi Chengsong tucked her phone into her pocket and bent down to grab a tissue.

Lowering her eyes, she caught a glimpse of soft, fragrant jade amidst the alcohol’s sheen.

Yun Jiushu was beautiful, not just in appearance, but even her fingers were exquisite.

Like scallions, her fingertips were tipped with healthy pink nail beds. Yi Chengsong wiped meticulously, as if tending to a piece of art.

There was no residual moisture on the fingertip that had been licked.

By the time Yun Jiushu snapped back to reality, Yi Chengsong had already pulled a few rounds of tissues, leisurely and gently wiping away all traces.

The hand, hardened from years of drumming, was distinctly jointed and slightly rough.

The pads of her fingers carried thin calluses, wrapped in tissue, meandering like a fish through Yun Jiushu’s finger gaps.

The scalding body temperature felt like a fire igniting, yet it was restrained by the soft tissue, lightly pressing, kneading, releasing, and recapturing.

Like a leisurely hunter teasing its focused prey.

Yun Jiushu, recovered, looked down, watching her clean skin turn red from the repeated wiping, yet the person holding her hand showed no intention of letting go.

Is she treating my hand like a toy?

Does she realize that in a bar, this action combined with her earlier words is a blatant, naked suggestion of flirting?

No, not a suggestion—it’s an overt declaration.

It seems three years haven’t just changed Ye Ge a little.

The shock was immediately replaced by surging suspicion. Yun Jiushu, having recovered from the astonishment, let out a brief, soft laugh.

Who turned her into this?

Watching the person still bowed over, seriously engaged in wiping, a flicker of unchecked anger crossed Yun Jiushu’s eyes.

“It’s not clean, is it?”

The voice scattered over the top of her head. The tightly clenched hand abruptly pulled back.

The knuckle, unable to retract in time, ripped through the tissue. Yi Chengsong looked up, a slight confusion in her expression.

Did I overplay my hand?

Why is Yun Jiushu reacting this way?

Is she still not interested in me?

Her mind was swirling, her hand still suspended in the air.

Yun Jiushu curved her fingers, her fox eyes carefully scrutinizing: “See, there’s still a mark here.”

As she spoke, the hand that had just been pulled away was offered again.

Yi Chengsong, unable to grasp her intention, felt a hint of danger. She subtly swallowed, and again raised the hand clutching the tissue, ready to wipe.

But Yun Jiushu shifted her hand, her voice turning cold: “I want you to wipe it the way you did just now.”

Her face went cold almost instantly. This fox, who had been in the business world for years, naturally exuded an overwhelming pressure.

Yi Chengsong deliberated for a moment, then could only bend her waist further, leaning in to look.

Whether intentional or not, Yun Jiushu’s jade-like fingers retracted slightly as Yi Chengsong bent down.

Yi Chengsong could only comply, like a fish willingly taking the bait, constantly narrowing the distance between them.

Until she could smell the long-missed, faint floral scent emanating from Yun Jiushu.

Yi Chengsong realized she had crossed the safe boundary.

Unfortunately, her realization was too late.

The next instant, the finger that had been continuously moving downward suddenly struck, plunging straight into Yi Chengsong’s mouth.

The person, unable to react in time, subconsciously clenched her teeth, only to be forced open with greater strength.

The two bent knuckles lay across her tongue and teeth. The previously subtle, faint floral scent immediately intensified in her nostrils.

It forcefully and arrogantly tainted all the oxygen Yi Chengsong could breathe with Yun Jiushu’s scent.

“Lick it. Don’t you like to play?” The smile remained on Yun Jiushu’s lips, but her eyes were ice cold: “Then clean it up properly.”

As her voice faded, the fingertip, which had drilled into her mouth like a fish, began to extend inward.

The tongue, which had been provocative moments ago, turned into a docile mass of soft flesh, allowing the finger to clamp down and press it.

Feeling the aggressive invasion, Yi Chengsong frowned uncomfortably, the sensation making her throat twitch.

She was about to turn her head and pull away, but Yun Jiushu preemptively anticipated her move.

The next second, her neck was grabbed from behind, forcing her already bent posture further down.

The finger that had been played with as a toy turned into a clamp, even robbing her of the right to close her mouth.

“If you dare to pull back, I promise you’ll regret it.” Yun Jiushu turned her head, looking at the face inches away, and asked in a low voice: “Ye Ge, your acting is too clumsy.”

Hot breath sprayed onto the curve of her ear, inexplicably causing a wave of itchiness for Yi Chengsong.

Her ears were particularly sensitive. Fortunately, the hearing aid provided a barrier. If that breath had hit directly, Yi Chengsong wasn’t sure she wouldn’t lose her composure.

The nimble finger stirred her tongue. Her jaw lost its defense, and a thread of saliva trailed down.

The foreign object continuously extended inside her mouth, carrying its owner’s ambition, relentlessly plundering.

Until a sheen of moisture appeared in the eyes being toyed with, the finger, finally satisfied, withdrew.

Under the liquor-colored light, a translucent, silvery thread was continuously stretched as she retreated, until it finally snapped.

Her lips, slick with saliva, were stained red, slightly parting and closing under the light.

Yun Jiushu watched with satisfaction as the amber pupils lost focus.

“Looks like you’ve improved quite a bit in the last three years.” Her fingertip shifted, the residual saliva smearing onto Yi Chengsong’s cheek: “Too bad, your moves are too amateur.”

Yun Jiushu lightly tapped the gauze-covered cheek with her joined palms.

The force wasn’t great. More than venting anger, it felt like flirting.

These words burst around her ears like fireworks. Her scattered thoughts slowly returned.

Yi Chengsong closed her eyes. Involuntary, physiological tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes.

“Boss Jiu!”

A call came from afar—it was Chen Ruoyang’s voice.

Nuo Ye, who had been surrounded by the band members offering thanks, seemed to finally remember Yun Jiushu was at the table. Unfortunately, when she sat up, she was already slightly tipsy and disoriented.

From that angle, it looked as if Yun Jiushu was gripping someone’s neck.

Stunned by the thought, Nuo Ye tightly closed her eyes and shook her head. When she focused again, Yun Jiushu was already holding a wine glass and walking toward her.

The confrontation moments ago felt like a hallucination.

“What’s going on, Boss Jiu,” Nuo Ye slurred, her tongue thick: “Why are you holding out on drinking?”

“I’m coming now, aren’t I?” Yun Jiushu, already holding the glass, did not walk directly through the middle of the sofa.

Instead, she chose the longer route, walking around the bar counter.

Yi Chengsong, still frozen in place, felt the woman’s approach and instinctively swallowed.

The light, ethereal scent wafted past. A soft shoulder brushed against her back. The fluttering cheongsam skirt hem brushed her ankle.

The hand that had just been on her face turned into a palm and gently slapped Yi Chengsong’s backside.

“That,”

The voice, audible only to the two of them, fell into her ear.

The last bit of saliva residue in her finger gaps was rubbed onto her pants.

The demonic fox eyes smiled. The light, delicate scent brushed against her clothing, pressing against her back as she walked past.

Yi Chengsong stood frozen, unable to recover her senses for a long time.

She could only watch the beautiful, flirtatious woman flutter among the alcohol.

Leaving only a ripple in her heart.

…

The Morning After

The price of a hangover was a headache.

By the time Yun Jiushu opened her eyes, it was already three o’clock the following afternoon.

The engagement last night didn’t break up until after midnight. Even though Yun Jiushu had been in Yunnan for almost six years, she still couldn’t adapt to the locals’ alcohol tolerance.

That Chen Ruoyang was even more terrifying than Nuo Ye, her alcohol-coaxing tactics impossible to counter.

After several rounds of mixed drinks, Yun Jiushu’s last rational action was to dial her emergency contact.

But she had no memory of who she called.

Yun Jiushu couldn’t even recall when she had set an emergency contact in her phone.

She lay there for a while after opening her eyes. Her throat was burning dry, and she finally managed to sit up.

The corner of the blanket slipped off. Her clothes had been changed.

When were my clothes changed?

Yun Jiushu rubbed her head, but couldn’t recall anything.

“Jiejie—”

Just as she was trying to identify her clothes, the door opened from outside, and a clear voice called out.

Yun Jiushu looked up, seeing a pair of wronged eyes: “Xiao’er?”

Her voice was completely hoarse, carrying a slight breathiness.

“Jiejie, you’re finally awake.” Yun Xiao met her gaze before fully opening the door. The tray in her hand held a bowl of porridge: “If you had slept any longer, I would have called a doctor.”

After entering, Yun Xiao effortlessly placed the tray in front of Yun Jiushu and unhesitatingly pulled open the curtains.

The cool spring breeze poured in, and Yun Jiushu finally felt the last trace of alcohol dissipate from her body.

Looking at the tray before her, which contained not only porridge but also mouthwash, Yun Jiushu was somewhat surprised by Yun Xiao’s thoughtfulness.

She was terribly thirsty, and the bowl of porridge was perfectly timed.

The mung bean and lily were stewed until soft, sweet, and delicious, and the temperature was perfectly controlled to be just right for consumption.

After rinsing her mouth, the sweet taste made her stomach finally realize its hunger, cooperating with a rumbling sound.

“Jiejie, you slept for so long.” After opening the window, Yun Xiao took away the cup Yun Jiushu had used for mouthwash. Finally finished, she squatted pitifully by the bed.

“Shouldn’t you be at school?” Yun Jiushu swallowed a mouthful of porridge and finally asked: “Did I call you last night? How did you get out of school?”

Startled by the question, a hint of unnaturalness flashed in Yun Xiao’s eyes, quickly suppressed by a pitiful look: “I went to ask my counselor for leave after I got Jiejie’s call. She let me out when she heard how urgent it was.”

Hearing Yun Xiao’s answer, Yun Jiushu felt something was off, but she couldn’t pinpoint what.

“Jiejie,” Yun Xiao looked up, tears welling in her eyes: “Can you take me with you when you drink next time? Last night really scared me.”

Swallowing another spoonful of porridge, Yun Jiushu shook her head: “No. I won’t take you to drinking parties until you graduate.”

Her tone was light but carried an undeniable seriousness.

Yun Xiao, who still wanted to argue, had to swallow her words and changed the subject: “Jiejie, did you hire someone to perform? Those people with the messy hair colors we saw last time came again.”

Perform?

Hearing this, last night’s memories began to clear in Yun Jiushu’s mind.

Stirring the porridge with her spoon, Yun Jiushu casually asked: “Among those messy hair colors, was the one with black hair there?”