Rich Woman, But Got Dumped By A Jerk Three Times. - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: The Delicate Heel, Lightly, Heavily Crushing…

The moment the words were spoken, the atmosphere in the private room turned utterly bizarre.

The two bosses sitting nearby exchanged knowing glances, a subtle, meaningful smile playing on their lips.

Meanwhile, the band members looked at each other in bewilderment.

Natsuki, the first to react, immediately frowned and refused: “Boss, we’re a legitimate band. We only perform.”

Since their arrival, the band members had felt immense disrespect, but for the sake of the high performance fee, they had endured it with gritted teeth.

This request, however, was beyond the limit of what they could tolerate.

“Oh?” Yun Jiushu, entirely unconcerned about how excessive her demand was, raised a delicate eyebrow and smiled: “Pouring a drink for the boss after a performance is considered illegitimate?”

Though her words were directed at Natsuki, her eyes were hooked like a fishing line onto the silent person standing at the edge of the stage.

As her gaze landed, a phrase inexplicably surfaced in her mind: Some people are born to be the main character.

Yun Jiushu felt the phrase was spot on.

A bare-faced countenance, a hastily chosen light-gray tracksuit—yet it looked surprisingly suitable on her.

The highly aggressive, heroic features paired with long, straight black hair, even the scar on her brow bone and the gauze over her eye seemed like decorative accents.

Poor, injured.

And living so unrespectably.

It looks like she hasn’t fared well in the three years she’s been away from me.

The more Yun Jiushu thought about it, the better she felt.

She rested her chin on one hand and stopped speaking, merely staring at the silent figure.

“It’s not that, Boss,” Tangtang pursed her lips, desperately trying to maintain decorum: “Leaving aside that our performance isn’t over yet, pouring wine, truly…”

“Enough!”

Nuo Ye impatiently waved her hand: “Then cut the nonsense. You can finish now. Except for her, the rest of you can go get paid.”

From the moment Yun Jiushu singled out the person, Nuo Ye’s plan was already accomplished; the presence of the others was irrelevant.

Although Nuo Ye appreciated the band’s skill, she was a businesswoman who was accustomed to using value to differentiate status.

Without giving them another chance to speak, and ignoring Natsuki’s attempt to take A-Ci with her, Nuo Ye forcefully ushered them out.

Yi Chengsong, left alone, did not follow.

The music had stopped. The empty stage made her silhouette appear even more solitary. Her gaze was fixed on her toes, seemingly engaged in some internal struggle.

Watching her helpless look, a burst of satisfaction surged in Yun Jiushu’s heart.

“Go on, it’s your good fortune that Boss Jiu values you,” Nuo Ye returned after closing the door, subtly opening a bottle of strong liquor and handing it over: “Young people need to have a long-term view. Later, you’ll understand that backbone is the most useless thing.”

The person who had been patted on the back seemed to finally snap back to attention.

A smile curled in her heart. Yi Chengsong reached out to take the bottle and began walking toward the table.

She was the standard ‘nine-heads-tall’ figure. A pair of imposing long legs, encased in gray sweatpants, were very eye-catching. The leg muscles tensed and relaxed with the rhythm of her steps.

She is, after all, the person I fell in love with at first sight.

The more Yun Jiushu looked, the more certain she became that the person before her was Ye Ge.

Her gaze tracked up the long legs. Not only did she know that the skin beneath the long pants was a sexy bronze, but she also knew that concealed beneath the loose fabric were tight, clearly defined abs and an Adonis belt.

She had lingered her fingertips over every inch of that musculature.

That was back at Yun Ji Restaurant.

Ye Ge had a habit of morning runs. To quickly find common ground with Ye Ge, Yun Jiushu, who usually prized her beauty sleep, also started waking up early.

The weather in Yuncheng was mild; besides the occasional rainy season, it was mostly sunny.

Though a math teacher, Ye Ge had a figure comparable to a model. Beneath the sweat-soaked tank top was the distinct, sexy contour of defined muscles.

So, Yun Jiushu honestly reflected that her initial ‘love at first sight’ back then was largely mixed with lust at first sight.

It was just a pity that Yun Jiushu, whose head was clouded by the desire to conquer, had forgotten one thing.

A knife hangs over the word lust.

The wine liquid fell into the glass with a crisp, pleasing sound.

Yun Jiushu’s thoughts were yanked back. The person who had been struggling in place moments ago was now obediently pouring the wine.

She compromised so quickly.

Marveling at the surprise, Yun Jiushu adjusted her sitting posture, moving from a casually propped chin to a direct, unblinking stare.

This was the private room Yun Jiushu had specifically set aside for entertaining guests.

So, unlike the large round tables in other business rooms, this was a European-style long table. The narrow surface shortened the face-to-face distance, but its length prevented it from feeling petty.

Closer now, Yun Jiushu could clearly smell the scent of cheap laundry detergent on her clothes.

The unavoidable flaw of low-quality brands was the strong fragrance.

Yet, emanating from the person before her, it wasn’t harsh; it was surprisingly soft and pleasing.

This calm softness was tinged with a familiar sense of distance, tempting Yun Jiushu to tear through the façade.

To expose the truth beneath the illusion.

“Boss Nuo, don’t make it seem like we’re bullying her,” Yun Jiushu suddenly spoke, lightly raising a long finger: “Tell her to sit and pour. We don’t lack chairs here.”

Nuo Ye, who had been planning to seat the person right next to Yun Jiushu, had to give up and personally brought a chair: “Since Boss Jiu has spoken, then sit down.”

Whether intentional or accidental, the chair ended up directly opposite Yun Jiushu.

The person who was seriously pouring the wine was pressed down onto the chair. She did not look up or make a sound.

Yi Chengsong forced herself to suppress the rising discomfort.

It was that familiar, direct, and highly aggressive gaze again.

The moment she confirmed Yun Jiushu was the target, this situation was destined to happen.

So…

Her thoughts abruptly paused for a moment.

Yi Chengsong’s breath hitched slightly, and the motion of pouring the wine stopped instantly.

A slight ripple crossed her usually placid face.

“Why are you spacing out?” Yun Jiushu felt satisfied by the other’s stiffness and pretended to be considerate in covering for her: “Keep pouring the wine. Fill up Boss Ling’s glass on your right first.”

She spoke softly, her fox eyes curved, her expression radiating charm and allure.

It was completely different from the aggression she showed on the roadside.

Yi Chengsong, who had deliberately kept her head down and played the role of the weak, looked up and met the other’s gaze.

Unnoticed by everyone at the table.

A red-soled, patent leather high-heeled shoe was wrapped around Yi Chengsong’s ankle like a serpent’s tail.

The delicate tip of the shoe was lightly, heavily crushing the thin material of the sweatpants. The fabric fibers rubbed against the small ankle bone, and the skin, heated up, began to feel a tingling itchiness.

I should have seen this coming.

Trapped in the chair, Yi Chengsong could neither stand nor dodge.

I should have been on high alert the moment I saw this person.

But Yi Chengsong hadn’t expected this woman to be so bold, especially with all her business partners sitting at the table.

She was talking business on the surface, but her foot under the table was…

“What’s wrong?” Yun Jiushu slightly lifted her foot, her smile deepening: “Did your hearing aid run out of battery?”

Her teasing tone drew a few laughs from the table.

Everyone’s attention was drawn to the person pouring the wine. No one was aware of the ‘hunt’ happening under the table.

Pulled back to reality by the teasing laughter, Yi Chengsong forced herself to ignore the discomfort.

Her long, straight lashes briefly lowered and then opened. An attempt to stand up was met with a stomp from that foot.

Yi Chengsong couldn’t stand, so she had to pour the wine for the person beside her while seated.

Watching the wine fall into the glass, Ling Shuo subtly frowned, his expression looking quite displeased.

The laughter from the minor interruption died down, and the conversation at the table shifted to business dealings.

Yi Chengsong didn’t know much about these topics. She tried to listen to their identities, hoping to note down the key points.

But just as she was about to perfectly fill the wine glass and ease her grip.

The foot that had merely been wrapped around her suddenly changed its attack. Yun Jiushu subtly adjusted her sitting position.

She crossed her legs, allowing the toe of her shoe to press down firmly.

“Ouch—”

The maneuver successfully caused the wine, which was about to be perfectly poured, to imperfectly spill over.

“Why can’t you even pour a drink properly?” Seeing the wine stain spreading on his cuff, the already unhappy Ling Shuo completely lost his temper and snapped: “I wonder if your defects, besides physical ones, should also include your brain?”

The hand holding the wine pot couldn’t be freed to apologize. The foot was pressing down on the softest, most vulnerable spot, preventing the trapped person from even standing up to apologize.

Yi Chengsong could only bend her waist slightly lower.

Watching the straight, graceful posture buckle like broken bamboo, Yun Jiushu, who had been chatting with a smile, frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.

“Boss Ling, why get so angry?”

Yun Jiushu slowly pulled out a tissue, having already suppressed her displeasure: “How would these musicians know wine table etiquette? You don’t need to pour anymore. Just have a drink to apologize to Boss Ling.”

Her single sentence controlled the situation. As she spoke, she raised her hand and rotated the glass that Yi Chengsong had just filled.

Ling Shuo’s more vicious words were blocked in his throat. Any demand for further compensation now would only make him appear petty.

He could only suppress his anger while the damp scent of wine spread on his cuff, his shirt ruined for no good reason.

“Drink it.” Ling Shuo couldn’t show his frustration to Yun Jiushu, so he directed his words at the person beside him: “Boss Jiu has already spoken on your behalf. Don’t you understand yet?”

Hearing the biting words, Yi Chengsong silently noted the man’s surname and raised her eyes to look at Yun Jiushu.

The orchestrator of this mess under the table had smoothly transformed into the kind person who offered a solution.

Three years apart, the person before her was still so vicious and frivolous.

Did she think a show of false kindness would make her feel grateful? Yi Chengsong sneered disdainfully in her heart. Her constrained leg applied a slight force, shifting away, dodging the branding iron of the shoe tip that had been pressing into her.

The person being stared at merely lifted her lips, showing no annoyance at being brushed off. Instead, her eyes were filled with a strong sense of anticipation.

What is she anticipating?

Recalling the glass of wine that was poured out at her door and her own painful reaction when she was forced to swallow alcohol once, the bitterness of her first mission failure permeated her heart.

Yi Chengsong bit her lip, subtly picking up the glass of wine, and tilted her head back to drink it.

As she calmly swallowed, the anticipation in Yun Jiushu’s eyes faded.

The stimulation from the 54-proof Maotai liquor was incomparable to ordinary fruit wine.

When did Ye Ge, who couldn’t even swallow a sip of fruit wine back then, develop such a high tolerance for alcohol?

Her previously firm conviction wavered somewhat. The smile in Yun Jiushu’s eyes receded, and she raised her hand to signal: “I’ll give you a chance to make amends. Pour me another one.”

Seeing the confusion rising in Yun Jiushu’s eyes.

Yi Chengsong simultaneously let out a sigh of relief and tried to regulate her breathing.

The sharp, spicy liquid exploded the moment it hit her throat. Her internal organs felt as if they had been set on fire by the drink. The rising flames tightened her throat with every pulse.

But the damn thing was the increasingly brazen behavior of the woman across the table.

The shoe tip that had only been hooking her ankle had now moved, following Yun Jiushu’s switch to a crossed-leg posture, firmly stepping onto Yi Chengsong’s inner thigh.

The pointed heel was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

Winding endlessly up the Nile, it wrapped around the reddest apple the moment it reached the Garden of Eden.

Yi Chengsong’s breathing tightened sharply from the sudden pressure of the foot.

The fire lit in her throat spread along her bones, nearly incinerating her heart and her sanity.

Just as she momentarily lost focus, the toe of the other foot, propped up in the crossed-leg position, also began to roam.

Lightly, heavily crushing.

The newly constrained area felt no longer just her ankle, but Yi Chengsong’s neck once more.

She didn’t know whether to be relieved or regretful.

After three years.

She had once again stirred this woman’s desire to play.

But with this glass of wine down.

Yi Chengsong only felt her reason starting to scatter.

She thought she might be getting drunk.