Rich Woman, But Got Dumped By A Jerk Three Times. - Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Not Enough… I Want More…

The lit lamp dispelled the last trace of ambiguity in the air.

The two individuals, with reason restored, returned to a state of head-to-head opposition.

The heat on her ear tips slowly faded, and the pair of amber eyes returned to lucidity.

Missing a dog that won’t bark tonight.

Yi Cheng-song internally replayed the sentence, unable to help but sneer. Yun Jiushu was indeed Yun Jiushu; even a one-night stand could be phrased so elegantly by her.

Whether three years ago or three years later, this woman seemed to have no other hobbies besides that one thing.

Was she really that desperate?

Yi Cheng-song felt an unprovoked surge of disgust.

She couldn’t tell if the emotion was directed at Yun Jiushu or at herself.

Yun Jiushu, who had been constantly provoking her just moments ago, was now uncharacteristically silent. She stood with her arms crossed, calmly observing every subtle change in the expression of the person before her.

Although she still didn’t understand why Ye Ge had suddenly become blind and mute.

But this was fine too. A mute on the bed, though less fun, wouldn’t make a sound no matter how she insulted her.

She would just have to endure it.

Yun Jiushu couldn’t help but picture the look in those eyes when they were overwhelmed by emotion and couldn’t contain their desire.

Such a scene was overly stimulating, and Yun Jiushu could feel a gentle moistness beginning to seep out of her body.

The gaze landing on her gradually grew hotter.

Although the person in front of her hadn’t said a word, her eyes made Yi Cheng-song involuntarily frown, and the aversion in her heart intensified.

Ignoring whether Yun Jiushu could understand sign language, she signed: “Not interested. Find someone else.”

Having communicated her thoughts, and as if afraid Yun Jiushu would pester her, Yi Cheng-song quickly reached out and pulled the door open, striding out.

She was afraid that spending one more second here would make her lose control.

Watching the figure almost fleeing, Yun Jiushu curled her lips into a meaningful smile.

…

Emerging from the Yun residence, Yi Cheng-song quickly grabbed a shared bike. The person who always followed the rules didn’t control her speed for the first time.

The chill of the spring night slapped her face, with only the sound of the howling wind and horns in her ears.

It wasn’t until her body returned to the dilapidated apartment building, where the familiar smell of dampness permeated the air, that Yi Cheng-song felt she had barely exhaled the stale air stuck in her chest.

The band members who had finished their delivery shifts had returned, and the lively living room was waiting for dinner to start.

“A-Ci is finally back!”

“Quick, quick, let’s eat—”

“How was it, A-Ci? Was the performance successful today? Did you run into Boss Jiu?”

Her brain, blank after the intense exercise, only registered a ringing in her ears, drowning out the questions from her bandmates.

Pulled to sit down at the dining table, Yi Cheng-song mechanically signed “thank you.” In fact, she didn’t know why she did it.

Her bandmates were long accustomed to her politeness and courtesy. They handed her a full bowl of rice, and the four of them began their bustling dinner.

Her chopsticks poked into the rice. The uncomfortable ringing in her ears wouldn’t dissipate.

The mind, which had been sobered by the wind, was now in chaos again.

The few suppressed gasps echoed in her ears once more, along with that pair of captivating fox eyes.

The discussion at the table revolved around performances, life, and occasionally mentioned a certain boss.

A casual mention of Boss Jiu from someone’s mouth caused Yi Cheng-song’s thoughts to skip a beat, and she finally recalled:

The mission…

She was approaching Yun Jiushu to complete a mission.

But if the price of getting close to Yun Jiushu was the exchange of her own body…

“A-Ci?”

He Zi called out three times without a response, then simply stood up and patted her shoulder: “Hey, is it raining outside? Why is your shoulder wet?”

Feeling the weight on her shoulder, the lingering, numb pain of the tooth mark was awakened by the pat.

The woman’s light laugh, laced with mockery, was instantly pushed out of her mind.

Yi Cheng-song came to her senses, looking up blankly.

“What’s wrong with you today, A-Ci?” Xia Shu looked at the empty eyes of the person in front of her, worriedly: “Were you bullied at the performance this afternoon? Why are you so distracted?”

Her question drew the attention of everyone at the table. Yi Cheng-song, the center of attention, instinctively shook her head.

Was she bullied this afternoon?

Yes and no; she had fought back.

In the dark, confined space, the woman’s difficult and suppressed breathing was still in her ears, and the sensation of soft, fragrant shoulders was clear on her teeth.

She had no desire to eat the rice that had been scattered by her chopsticks.

Her thoughts and body were ignited by an invisible fire. A bold decision suddenly surfaced in Yi Cheng-song’s mind.

“I’m full.” Yi Cheng-song put down her bowl, raised her hand, and signed: “I’m going for a night run. Don’t worry about leaving the door open for me tonight.”

…

The sound of the code lock closing echoed at the door.

The person who entered was changing shoes in the foyer.

“Are all the store doors locked? Did you run into any danger on the way back?” Hearing the sound, a woman came out of the bathroom, idly wiping her hair.

The steamy mist escaped the bathroom as the door opened, and a rich floral scent permeated the room with the warmth.

Yun Xiao, her hand still on the doorknob, caught her breath and quickly looked up.

A flash of white entered her sight.

Yun Jiushu, having just stepped out of the bathroom, hadn’t yet put on clothes. A bath towel wrapped her well-proportioned figure, and wet hair tips were dripping water.

Yun Jiushu was fair-skinned. Even after six years in this city with strong UV rays, her cool, pale skin hadn’t changed.

Without makeup, her eyes lacked their usual allure and instead held a pure look. Now, after being steamed by the humidity, the white skin flushed with a rosy tint. A few rolling water droplets spread across her collarbone.

The person standing before her was like a newly transformed fox spirit, innocent and ethereal.

But on this pristine skin, there was a glaring tooth mark.

“Mm,” Yun Xiao’s gaze lingered on Yun Jiushu’s shoulder. She pursed her lips, finally looking away: “Everything’s cleaned up, Sister.”

Unaware of her distraction, Yun Jiushu, after saying hello, returned to the bathroom to dry her hair.

But the person standing in the foyer couldn’t seem to move her feet.

Yun Xiao, who was used to looking at Yun Jiushu’s back and desperately following her steps, looked directly at her sister for the first time.

Yun Jiushu is her older sister.

The sister who personally picked her up from a pile of trash when she was six, like a deity.

When she was brought back, she was already hers.

And she could only be hers.

Rampant desire swallowed her reason. The usually clear and controlled facade was almost impossible to hold onto.

Her fingertips dug into her palm. Yun Xiao bit her lip and took a step forward.

“What’s wrong?”

The sound of the hair dryer paused. Feeling the gaze on her, Yun Jiushu turned around: “Is there something you need?”

The person who had somehow walked to the bathroom door was leaning her head against the door frame. The warm bathroom light made her eyes look bright and clear.

Sensing Yun Jiushu’s gaze falling upon her, those dog-like eyes blinked.

Yun Xiao’s voice was soft and obedient: “Sister, I’m going to graduate soon.”

Hearing this non sequitur, Yun Jiushu couldn’t help but chuckle: “Yes, you’re graduating soon. What are your plans?”

“To stay by your side,” Yun Xiao blinked, daringly: “Sister, let me dry your hair for you.”

“No need.”

Yun Jiushu grabbed a handful of her already slightly damp hair and refused: “You’ve been busy all day. Go take a shower and sleep early.”

The rejected person froze in her steps.

Yun Xiao lowered her head, looking a little pitiful: “But I want to…”

“Alright, I’m going to get changed after I’m done with my hair,” Yun Jiushu raised her hand to lean on the door, coaxing: “You were busy at the store all day, and you have to go back to school tomorrow. Be good. Go shower and sleep.”

Without giving Yun Xiao a chance to speak again, the bathroom door was closed.

The frosted glass blurred the woman’s figure.

But that tooth mark was stuck in her mind, indelible. Whose mark was that?

Was a new person about to appear by her sister’s side?

Yun Xiao, standing still, bit her lip, her hands clenched and then released at her sides.

She didn’t follow Yun Jiushu’s words to shower; instead, she turned and went to the kitchen on the second floor.

When she decided to set up a branch store in Spring City, Yun Jiushu bought this small villa.

Three stories high, the location was chosen near the store, tucked away in a quiet spot within the bustling downtown area.

The reason for buying it was simple: Yun Jiushu had fallen in love with the garden behind the villa at first sight.

The climate in Yunnan was pleasant, with spring flowers year-round.

The garden was quiet at night. When the wind blew, she could even smell a hint of flowers.

Changing into pajamas and returning to the room, the warm light flickered, casting shadows of the lush tree canopy outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

This was a rare moment of tranquility in the day.

Taking a deep breath and collapsing onto the bed, Yun Jiushu’s quiet thoughts couldn’t help but recall the events of the afternoon.

This was also the reason she came home early today.

Ever since she arrived in Spring City, Yun Jiushu had been immersed in work.

The continuous cycle of business dinners meant she had no time to keep a lover, and even the frequency of her self-solace had stopped.

It wasn’t until the kiss today—her initial intention was to tease, but it unintentionally ignited a fire within herself.

Yun Jiushu belatedly realized that she hadn’t had that kind of desire for a long time.

Until this afternoon, the scalding breath falling on her shoulder and neck, the intertwining breaths, and the wet kiss.

The skin that had been grazed by those lips that had almost touched was now heating up again with the memories.

Her body’s most primal desire was provoked. Yun Jiushu felt the dormant spring water within her begin to flow gently again.

She rolled over on the bed and reached out to open the third drawer of the nightstand.

A light-blue rabbit toy pressed down on an ID card.

These two items had accompanied Yun Jiushu through many nights.

Skillfully getting out of bed, disinfecting and cleaning, Yun Jiushu walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window, bringing the small toy with her.

The night was already deep. The tree shadows outside the window were unclear, but she could hear a faint rustling sound.

The motion of pulling the curtain was briefly paused. Yun Jiushu realized something and stared intently at the tallest tree in the yard.

The treetop swayed slightly, but tonight there was clearly no wind.

Recalling the person’s flushed ear tips during the day and the fleeing silhouette, Yun Jiushu understood and chuckled softly.

The curtain, which had been half-drawn, was fully pushed aside. Yun Jiushu stood by the window, turned, and reached for her clothing.

The fine, soft silk was thin, draped over her cool skin, like a glass of milk filled to the brim.

She took a light step, and the full glass of milk spilled into the soft bedding.

The originally quiet rabbit ears came to life.

The moonlight was excellent tonight, and there was no wind.

The tree planted outside the window was planted the day she moved in.

Tall, large, and straight.

The lush, vibrant life of the branches was like that person’s perpetually upright back, refusing to bend.

Her thoughts scattered, warming up, sketching the image of the mute she couldn’t help but think of.

Flushed ear tips, the third button undone, the Garden of Eden beneath her high heels, and that soft, rounded curve.

Yun Jiushu bit her lip, lifted her face, and murmured towards the tree.

“Mmm—”

The spring warmth filling the room was brazenly displayed to the moonlight outside the window.

The person who was precariously balanced on the treetop was struck by the scene before her eyes, shifting her foot and almost falling.

Even now, Yi Cheng-song still hadn’t processed what she was doing.

The untended branches of the treetop grew wildly. She had actually climbed up like the most primitive animal.

The path from the rental building should have led to Cuihu Lake, but in the lonely night, her steps were uncontrollable.

When Yi Cheng-song looked up, she realized she had already trespassed into the garden.

The address of this house was given by the organization. Yi Cheng-song had never seriously memorized it, yet she found it through memory.

Her usually sober and rational mind was in disarray today. Her body was driven by an inexplicable force, and every single step was beyond her expectation.

And the demon who had branded this mark was the person on the other side of the window, drowning in the spring tide.

Yi Cheng-song suddenly resented her good eyesight.

Those lips gently trembled and swayed like rippling waves.

A dark shadow hidden outside the glass intertwined with a light blue one, held tightly by her fair fingertips, pressing out a moist pink color.

The person fully submerged seemed like a fish traveling in the desert.

Her slightly parted lips grew redder with every breath.

Those pitiful, trembling lips were pressed by her bright white teeth, then released.

Even though they were far apart, Yi Cheng-song inexplicably felt the opening and closing of those lips and teeth pressing against her shoulder once more.

That breath echoed in her ears again.

Disordered thoughts plagued her. Yi Cheng-song wanted to turn her head, but her gaze was utterly fixated.

All the lights in the house were on.

The walls facing the garden were made of transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, like a magnificent crystal ball containing a miniature, dreamy world.

Her attention was drawn to another figure in this tiny world. Yi Cheng-song saw a distant silhouette in the hallway.

Yun Xiao, emerging from the wet bar, carried a glass of heated milk, walking slowly towards the room deeper in the corridor.

Yun Jiushu loved sunlight, so the walls of her house were made of glass.

She didn’t usually notice it, but tonight Yun Xiao felt something was strange. She looked up at the moon hanging high in the sky.

The moon tonight seemed to have grown eyes, peering down from above.

She should be able to see her sister’s room clearly from this angle.

Yun Xiao stared at the moon in a daze. At this moment, she actually envied the moon, and by extension, the tree under the moonlight.

The door to the room grew closer and closer. Yun Xiao’s steps inexplicably became hesitant.

The house’s soundproofing was actually very good, but when she held her breath, she unexpectedly heard a sound.

A faint, suppressed, sticky moan couldn’t help but spill from her throat.

Her footsteps, which had been circling outside the door, couldn’t help but rush forward. The glass cup on the tray felt the movement, and the hot milk sloshed against the glass wall.

A thread of spilled milk diffused onto the back of her hand.

This sound ignited a fire. Yun Xiao suddenly felt thirsty. She swallowed silently. Her body, already leaning against the door panel, was still not satisfied.

The tray was transferred to one hand.

The hand, still faintly stained with milk, opened and rested on the door panel.

Her emotions were completely drawn by the breathing inside.

Her fingers slightly curled, her nails dug into the wooden panel, and a thin layer of sweat seeped from her fingertips, sticking to the door.

It’s not enough.

She wants more.

Desire urged her forward. Reason pulled back her body. The hand resting on the door panel moved down, loosely encircling the doorknob.

The figure constantly approaching completely obscured the light spilling from the door gap.

The warm, small lamp flickered.

In the windless night, the treetop swayed gently. Greedy shadows constantly devoured the residual light.

The foot that almost slipped barely found solid footing. Yi Cheng-song swallowed with difficulty. Her frantically beating heart settled back down.

Coming here tonight was an impulse. The most urgent task should be to leave immediately.

That woman’s proposition should be rejected. There must be another way to complete the mission.

Her restored reason constantly prompted her, but her feet moved lightly, and her body, once again, couldn’t help but take a step forward.

The white figure on the bed seemed somewhat tired, or perhaps she couldn’t bear the coming surge of ecstasy.

The long, crossed legs parted. The one facing the window, like a falling autumn leaf, slid down weakly.

Watching the white figure descend, Yi Cheng-song’s steps lurched forward, feeling an urge to support her.

This move was a bit too large.

The treetop swayed. Her long fingers, responsible for stabilizing her body, dug tightly into the wood. The stripped bark stuck into her fingernails, and a faint, rusty smell of bl00d diffused into the air.

A brief, dull pain pulled some reason back.

Yi Cheng-song looked down at her body, which was already leaning halfway out the window, with one foot wedged into a branch.

She completely failed to understand what she was doing.

The foot that should have remained still repeatedly moved forward. She was like a small animal mesmerized by a spell, willingly falling into the witch’s trap.

As her steps tilted forward, the previously upright tree trunk also swayed.

The leaves, driven to move forward, seemed to desperately want to reach into the room.

As the tree shadow swayed, it swallowed large patches of light.

This was a windless but restless night.

Emotions were like a sudden downpour trapped in a humid cloud.

In the dark, sea-like night, the rain stubbornly refused to fall.

In the moment her emotions plummeted, the toy was casually tossed aside.

Her entire body slumped. Her emotions shattered like a mirror. Yun Jiushu let out a long, slow sigh.

The feeling of intense arousal was repeatedly teased, but always just out of reach.

It was like the person who always played tricks on her and then fled, impossible to truly catch.

Yun Jiushu turned over, grabbing a tissue to wipe away the mess she had created.

Unreleased emotions piled up, and her mood turned sullen.

She casually tossed the used tissue into the trash bin and picked up the clothing on the floor to put it back on.

The soft silk touched her skin, instantly blending with her body temperature.

Reaching for the cigarette box on the nightstand, Yun Jiushu walked barefoot on the floor and pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window.

Her pale figure melted into the moonlight.

The woman leaning against the balcony lit a cigarette and stared intently at the tree in front of her.

As the gentle moonlight poured in.

A pair of eyes was hidden within it.

The owner of the eyes sensed the probing gaze coming toward her and silently shrunk back.

The windless, quiet deep night once again rustled the tree shadows.

Yun Jiushu lightly exhaled a puff of smoke, holding the cigarette in one hand and resting her chin in the other: “If you’ve seen enough, come down.”

Her voice was soft, scattering into the night. The treetop remained still.

Instead, a knock sounded at the door.

Followed by an extremely soft, tentative voice: “Sister.”