Rich Woman, But Got Dumped By A Jerk Three Times. - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Why Are You Biting So Tightly? (First Update)

Scent is a kind of privacy.

It requires proximity to be perceived completely and without reservation.

Now, a sharp floral fragrance infused with a slight tartness of fruit permeated Yi Chengsong’s nostrils, relentlessly invading and reminding her.

She had been caught.

Swallowing almost imperceptibly, Yi Chengsong slowly lifted her head to meet those brazen, fox-like eyes.

Unlike the gaze she saw from the window last night, these fox eyes were no longer veiled with mist. They were gleaming and dazzling, like expensive jewels in a display case.

And in the depths of the jewel, her own exposed self was reflected.

What surprised Yi Chengsong was that her expression, reflected in those eyes, held no fear, panic, or tension.

Instead, a thread of bizarre anticipation surfaced in the depths of her heart.

“I’ve let you run away twice,”

Yun Jiushu lowered her gaze, her eyes fixed on the slightly parted thin lips. Her finger curved slightly, pressing down on them with moderate force: “How should I punish you?”

The moment she saw that spirited figure on the stage, Yun Jiushu had wanted to do this.

Perhaps in the three years they were apart, Ye Ge had become completely accustomed to living as A’Ci.

Even the people around her genuinely treated her as A’Ci.

The deaf and mute little drummer, with a body covered in scars that told a story, had positioned herself as the weak one merely by her appearance.

But Yun Jiushu refused to accept that identity.

She wanted this ‘mute’ to speak, preferably with a sobbing tone, intermittent and begging.

Sensing the deepening gaze, Yi Chengsong instinctively pressed her lips together.

Her thoughts, which had been chaotic since yesterday, finally clarified the problem for Yi Chengsong at this moment.

She approached Yun Jiushu to execute a mission and investigate Sanshui.

But after proactively exposing her identity, the direction of this mission began to derail.

It wasn’t until this moment, seeing the woman before her drop all pretense—the stark, almost obscene desire and the weight pressed against her body—that Yi Chengsong understood where the problem lay.

But realizing it now seemed too late.

The moment her words dropped, those restless hands began to roam.

The fingers that had pinched the rabbit ears last night and held the cigarette just now were now pressed against her waist.

The tip of the high heel against her toe moved slightly. The long leg lifted the hem of the qipao and rudely squeezed in.

Her back, already pressed against the wall, had nowhere left to retreat. Yi Chengsong’s brain began to churn furiously.

More than the mission, what she needed to figure out right now was how to escape…

Her thought process was abruptly cut off.

The woman before her had no patience to give her time for brainstorming.

The ascending knuckles clamped her chin. The person already in the inferior position was forced to lift her face.

Warm lips, carrying a cool minty nicotine scent, aggressively pressed down.

Her brain instantly crashed. All sights before her were infinitely compressed. The only thing within her visible range was that set of straight, dense eyelashes.

The heat that fell on her shoulder yesterday afternoon, the red that was repeatedly crushed in the night.

It all transformed into the weight pressing down on her lips now.

Yun Jiushu closed her eyes while kissing. The closing of those gleaming fox eyes removed a fraction of the aggression from her brazen face.

Her actions were not gentle. The heat grinding against her lips became impatient when it met no response.

A sensation of wetness dabbed at her lips. A light, playful tongue was testing.

The last of Yi Chengsong’s reason drove her to tightly clamp her teeth shut before the tongue could breach.

The light mint scent was blocked, and the tip of the tongue swept across her neat pearly whites.

The person who felt the resistance finally lost all patience.

Her long, straight eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly. In a quick blink, the clear spring hidden beneath was alive again.

“Why are you biting so tightly?” Yun Jiushu looked at the person beneath her, who wore a look of self-sacrificing defiance, and couldn’t help but chuckle: “Don’t you even know how to kiss?”

“I taught you.”

The phrase easily opened the floodgates of memory.

The recollections intentionally buried for three years came rushing back.

Yi Chengsong vaguely recalled that time, the moment Yun Jiushu referred to as ‘I taught you.’

That was still in Yeyu City.

Yi Chengsong, who appeared as a high school math teacher, was helping the third-year student Yun Xiao with her studies to gather more information.

Yun Xiao was obedient and smart, grasping many concepts easily. Most of the time, Yi Chengsong was just checking her work.

It was a rainy day. Yi Chengsong was routinely sitting with Yun Xiao during her homework and a short test.

“Teacher Ye,” Yun Xiao, who was focused on her work, was distracted by something in the backyard and asked earnestly, “My sister said a batch of goods piled up in the backyard. She can’t handle it alone. Can I go help her?”

Hearing the word ‘goods,’ Yi Chengsong proactively offered: “The backyard? I’ll go help.”

“But…” Yun Xiao hesitated, wanting to say something more.

But Yi Chengsong had already gotten up and walked toward the backyard.

During her first mission, Yi Chengsong was not as cautious as she was now.

So, when confronted with Yun Jiushu’s purposeful approaches and tests, she had rejected them with an attitude of extreme disgust.

But Yi Chengsong had underestimated Yun Jiushu’s cunning.

With the bait of merely helping to retrieve goods, Yi Chengsong voluntarily took the hook.

The dimly lit, cramped warehouse had no lights.

“Yun Jiushu?” Yi Chengsong stood at the doorway, somewhat hesitant, and tentatively asked, “Are you inside?”

There was no verbal reply. Many cardboard boxes were stacked inside the half-open warehouse door.

This location was the accumulation point for all the Yun Ji Restaurant’s goods. Getting this far meant she was close to success.

So, even without a response, Yi Chengsong went in.

But she didn’t expect that old fox, Yun Jiushu, to be hiding in the shadows all along.

The person leaning against the wall reached out and grabbed Yi Chengsong’s collar the moment she stepped into view.

The height of that spot was specifically designed for Yun Jiushu’s height.

Hiding in the dark, Yun Jiushu reached out and grabbed Yi Chengsong’s collar the moment she appeared.

At 1.7 meters (about 5’7″), Yi Chengsong had to bend over to enter. It was precisely because of her bend that Yun Jiushu successfully kissed Yi Chengsong’s lips.

But that was a mere peck, something that barely qualified as a kiss.

Yun Jiushu let go before Yi Chengsong even had a chance to push her away.

It was nothing like this moment…

Her thoughts drifted back. Yi Chengsong saw the amusement in the eyes of the person before her.

Her lapse into memory and distraction were all captured by those fox eyes.

She had brought it up on purpose.

Realizing this, Yi Chengsong frowned and disgustedly gestured in sign language: “You truly are a very rude person.”

“I don’t understand,”

Seeing the rapid movement of the slender white fingers, Yun Jiushu chuckled mockingly: “Don’t you have a mouth? What, you can’t kiss, and you can’t speak either?”

Every word was laced with sarcasm.

The more Yun Jiushu acted this way, the more rebellious Yi Chengsong became. She continued signing: “Why should I care if you don’t understand?”

“You are a rude, crude, and barbaric woman.”

After venting her anger, still not feeling satisfied, Yi Chengsong raised her hand and fiercely rubbed her lips.

The politeness and courtesy instilled by over twenty years of education completely disappeared in this moment.

The more Yi Chengsong looked at the woman before her, the more repulsive she found her.

She even felt a degree of hatred.

Making a fortune by trafficking Sanshui, completely disregarding the murderous nature of the business. Frivolous and rude, and now doing this to her.

Looked at every way, this person, apart from her good looks, was all flaws.

Gritting her teeth and enumerating Yun Jiushu’s flaws, Yi Chengsong’s wiping motion was fierce and urgent.

As if she wasn’t wiping her own mouth, but a piece of dirty rag.

Watching the color that was originally only on her lips get rubbed away, the redness mixing with her wheat-colored skin, the person before her was thoroughly marked with her own imprint.

Yun Jiushu’s mood was excellent. She laughed heartily: “Look at you, you look like I just violated you.”

“Isn’t that true?” Yi Chengsong signed: “Isn’t that exactly what your action is?”

Yun Jiushu understood this sentence.

But she raised a light eyebrow, slowly bent down, and asked, “So what if it is? What are you going to do to me?”

The distance that was previously pushed away was shortened again as she bent down.

This time, Yi Chengsong didn’t give her a chance to approach. She turned her head away in disgust, her entire being, from expression to body, showing resistance.

She was clearly a tall woman of 1.85 meters (about 6’1″), yet she currently looked like a startled, pathetic animal.

Yun Jiushu’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she chuckled: “So interesting.”

Fun, playful.

“Pervert!” Yi Chengsong signed the gesture, about to viciously push the woman away.

But this time, before she could make a move, Yun Jiushu voluntarily took a step back.

Those fox eyes narrowed, the smile in them deepening. She found the appearance of the person before her amusing.

Ye Ge was still Ye Ge.

No matter how fierce, cold, or difficult she seemed.

As long as she was pressed down and kissed, all her aggression would turn into soft, fluffy down.

Exploding with delight.

It was true three years ago, and it was still true three years later.

She believed her wish would be realized soon.

“Alright,” Yun Jiushu raised her hand and lightly touched her own lips. She smiled: “Thank you for the goodnight kiss.”

Having said that, she even provocatively raised her hand to stroke Yi Chengsong’s face.

The moment her fingertip touched her left ear, it was fiercely slapped away.

If she stayed with this frivolous madwoman any longer, Yi Chengsong wasn’t sure how much longer her sanity could hold.

Turning her head to shake off the touch, Yi Chengsong walked forward without looking back.

It was the peak hour for the bar now, and the long street seemed unusually empty under the streetlights.

The cool night wind blew over. Yi Chengsong only felt the heat and restlessness on her body dissipate slightly.

She walked for a long time, simmering with anger, until she left the long street. Only then did Yi Chengsong finally sigh.

She raised her hand to gently stroke her face, feeling that her cheeks were still frighteningly hot.

How could a person be so frivolous and shameless?

And how could she fall for her trick twice in a row?

Frustrated, she grabbed a handful of her long hair. Her fingers brushed her ear, and Yi Chengsong’s movement froze.

She incredulously rubbed her ear. The hearing aid pressed against her left ear had fallen off at some point.

An alarm instantly went off in her mind.

That was no ordinary hearing aid. If the organization sent out a notification right now, then the person who picked up the hearing aid…

Recalling Yun Jiushu’s move just now, Yi Chengsong clenched her jaw tightly and silently cursed, “Madwoman.”

Fortunately, she hadn’t walked too far.

Even though she hated that person, even though she knew what she would face if she went back.

Yi Chengsong unhesitatingly turned around and ran back.

But what she didn’t expect was that by the time she ran back, Yun Jiushu was no longer there.

Only a fallen clutch remained.

It was Yun Jiushu’s bag, the one that had been pressed against her back just moments ago.