Rich Woman, But Got Dumped By A Jerk Three Times. - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: The Desire to Break Her

Tap-tap—

A light knock on the table snapped Yi Chengsong out of her chaotic thoughts.

She lifted her eyes toward the source of the noise, only to feel like her head was a bean shaken in a blender. With the upward motion, it completely dissolved into a slurry.

“Pour another one,” Yun Jiushu caught the sight of the other woman’s ears slowly turning red. Her previous doubt vanished, and her playful mood returned: “Are my words that difficult to understand?”

After clearly hearing the demand, Yi Chengsong shook her head and began pouring the wine as instructed.

Fortunately, the long leg under the table was no longer causing mischief. It rested quietly in place, as if tired of the game, or perhaps plotting new wicked ideas.

Knowing this glass was for Yun Jiushu, Yi Chengsong steadily filled the last bit of the glass until no gap remained.

Just as she set the bottle down and prepared to hand the glass over, she heard Yun Jiushu’s voice again.

It seemed distant, as if from the edge of the sky.

“Since you can’t hear my words clearly, then you drink this one.” Looking at the wine that was about to overflow, this subtly, yet openly, wicked thought made Yun Jiushu curve her lips, “Consider it an apology to me.”

As her words fell, everyone at the table understood immediately.

With one glass after another being coaxed down, this smiling Nine-Tailed Fox was tormenting someone.

Especially Ling Shuo, whose sleeve was still drenched in wine, felt a strange sense of vindictive satisfaction watching the nearly overflowing glass.

With everyone’s eyes fixed on her, Yi Chengsong knew she was between a rock and a hard place.

She had been unjustly accused and forced to drink two glasses the moment she arrived.

Had this woman recognized her and was intentionally seeking revenge?

Her mind scattered by the alcohol, Yi Chengsong stopped hesitating. She picked up the glass and drained it in one gulp.

Her posture was effortless. The high-proof Baijiu went down like water, and her expression didn’t change at all.

However, the moment she swallowed, the foot that had been dormant under the table suddenly woke up again.

It lightly patted the most vulnerable and soft spot on Yi Chengsong, like a kitten kneading its mother.

Her thoughts were already disturbed by the alcohol. With Yun Jiushu’s tap, Yi Chengsong couldn’t help but frown.

She suddenly understood the woman’s true intention.

She personally requested to keep her, then deliberately created trouble by pressing on her, forcing her to stay seated while pouring wine for the guests.

No one was aware of Yun Jiushu’s small movements.

So, in the eyes of others, Yi Chengsong was the one who didn’t know the rules, pouring wine while seated, and even spilling it.

Now, with the two glasses of wine consumed, Yun Jiushu had also played the role of a righteous friend defending her guests. This situation was entirely disadvantageous to Yi Chengsong.

What a brilliant tactic.

Everyone is a pawn for Yun Jiushu to wantonly manipulate.

Pulling her thoughts back, Yi Chengsong lightly wiped the wine stain from her lips and lowered her eyes.

This round belonged to Yun Jiushu today, and everyone at the table was on Yun Jiushu’s side.

If she continued to be forced to drink, she wouldn’t just fail to gather clues; her identity might even be exposed.

If this woman wants to play, then so be it.

When she raised her eyes again, Yi Chengsong realized Yun Jiushu was quietly watching her.

Her bright, glass-bead eyes were slightly more dazzling than the jewels around her neck.

I wonder what those eyes would look like if they suffered a setback?

Thinking this, Yi Chengsong lowered her hand.

“The little drummer holds her liquor well,” Yun Jiushu’s gaze couldn’t help but wander as she observed the effortless posture.

Seeing the bright red tips of her ears, a wave of vengeful satisfaction surged in her heart.

She acts so cool, but how is it that only two drinks made her ears blush?

“How about another glass…” Yun Jiushu’s teasing comment was halfway out when it abruptly died in her throat.

Even the smile froze on her lips.

Because the leg she had propped up was now being held captive.

The hand Yi Chengsong had lowered precisely gripped the toe of the shoe that had been causing chaos between her legs.

As if she hadn’t expected the move, Yun Jiushu’s previously aggressive action stopped.

The rough palm wound around her ankle bone, and the fingertips lightly, heavily pressed the tender white skin.

This woman is really too thin.

That was the only thought in Yi Chengsong’s mind as she held the leg bone.

So thin that her ankle could be completely encompassed by Yi Chengsong’s palm.

So thin that it felt as if a little more force would snap the leg like a willow branch in her hand.

The previously provocative serpent, now seized by its vital point, was completely docile.

Looking up at Yun Jiushu’s eyes, full of shock and disbelief, Yi Chengsong curved her lips slightly.

The next instant, her palm began to move.

Yi Chengsong’s advantage of long limbs was fully displayed now.

Her body temperature, elevated by the alcohol, suddenly surged. Her palm was scalding like a branding iron, firmly set on Yun Jiushu’s delicate calf, winding its way upward.

The foot that had initially held the upper hand was now a toy trapped in a palm.

The sitting posture had become a restriction.

Only this time, it was a restriction for Yun Jiushu.

The leg that had been reaching out was trapped by Yi Chengsong’s hand, still maintaining its original position but having completely lost its initiative.

Yun Jiushu couldn’t pull it out or shift it away. She could only endure the searing heat resting on her skin.

The taste of reversed roles was highly unpleasant for Yun Jiushu.

She had always been the one to flirt with others. Now, with the roles flipped, a strange feeling surged in her heart.

Moreover, the person before her was absolutely not flirting.

The descending palm was both hot and heavy, kneading her leg arbitrarily without any technique. The rough knuckles, perpetually hardened from drumming, continually brushed against Yun Jiushu’s ankle bone.

This area was sensitive and easily ticklish—an area Yun Jiushu herself rarely touched—but now it was like a toy in the hands of the person before her.

With every touch, whether intentional or unintentional, Yun Jiushu’s heart trembled slightly.

The taste of losing control was bitter. Yun Jiushu glared fiercely at the person before her.

But that person, apparently, couldn’t read expressions.

The harder Yun Jiushu glared, the more force Yi Chengsong applied, even escalating to gently pinching and massaging with her fingertips.

Initially, it was just a taste of her own medicine.

But the contact of the palm, the collision of scalding bl00d against cool skin, and the unexpectedly pleasant texture of the jade-like leg bone—Yi Chengsong had meant to use the coolness to suppress the restlessness in her heart.

But now, it unexpectedly stirred other thoughts.

The force couldn’t help but increase a little.

A little more.

Until it breaks.

“Cough.”

Using the cough as an excuse, Yun Jiushu leveraged a bit of force and tried to pull her leg out.

Surprisingly, there was no resistance as she expected.

Yi Chengsong brought the lowered hand back onto the table. Whether intentional or not, her left hand gripped her right, slowly sliding the palm down her forearm.

Although the palm had clearly left her leg, watching the gesture, the ‘branding iron’ sensation clung to her skin once more.

Despite not having drunk any wine, Yun Jiushu felt a fire ignite inside her. She gritted her teeth and asked: “Are my words hard to understand?”

The final word was laced with an almost undetectable tremor and anger.

The serpent that had been hit at its vital point had just escaped.

Having silently won a round, Yi Chengsong curved her lips slightly and poured another glass of wine for herself.

Watching the Baijiu go down, Nuo Ye finally realized something was off.

Her eyes moved between the two of them, suddenly confused.

Nuo Ye had known Yun Jiushu for years and had seen her lovers rotate.

She had seen people being invited to drink, but those lovers would always snuggle into Yun Jiushu’s embrace, allowing Yun Jiushu to hold the glass and gently feed it to them, a gesture as tender as teasing a kitten.

Never had it been like this—three consecutive penalty drinks without even a chance to breathe.

This dynamic didn’t resemble flirting; it felt more like seeking revenge.

Did I guess wrong? Did Yun Jiushu not have any interest in this person after all?

Nuo Ye muttered internally. She reached out for a piece of food, secretly mulling over new candidates.

“Boss Jiu is generous.”

The anger that had been simmering in Ling Shuo’s heart completely dissipated with Yi Chengsong consuming the three glasses of wine. His mood was excellent: “My new season’s partner in Chuncheng hasn’t been decided yet. If Boss Jiu is interested, should we discuss it in detail?”

Hearing the proactive suggestion, Yun Jiushu shifted her gaze, a smile already back on her face: “Of course.”

This time, she poured the wine for him herself, no longer asking Yi Chengsong.

The person who had been kept behind had lost her final value.

Nuo Ye slowly chewed her food, then patted Yi Chengsong’s shoulder: “You can go now. You don’t need to stay here.”

…

The extravagance and reputation of Yun Ji Private Cuisine had already spread throughout the city even before its opening.

Guests who came specifically for its name were endless. It was nearly midnight when Yun Xiao finally saw off the last wave of customers.

She habitually looked back—

Because usually, when the last customers left, Yun Jiushu would descend the mahogany staircase.

The crisp sound of high heels would echo. The woman, refreshed after a quick nap, would stretch and habitually call her by her nickname.

But now, the sight before her was the picturesque flowing water and winding garden path, and the colossal auspicious mountain and water landscape structure. There was no staircase at all.

Yun Xiao belatedly realized they had left Yeyu and were starting a new life in Chuncheng.

This not only meant that Yun Jiushu would no longer descend the staircase behind her.

It also meant that in the future, she and Yun Jiushu would never return to the days when they had to rely on each other for survival.

Her presence would gradually fade from Yun Jiushu’s life…

Thinking this possibility, the pen she was twirling clattered onto the floor.

Pulled back from her thoughts, Yun Xiao stared at it for a moment before finally bending down to pick it up.

“What are you spacing out about?”

A familiar voice sounded behind her. Yun Xiao, still crouched, instantly brightened, turning her face with excitement: “Jiejie (Sister)!”

Yun Jiushu had been shuttling between wine tables all afternoon.

Her fox eyes, tinged with alcohol, were even more alluring, her gaze intensely captivating.

“Come, let me see today’s sales figures.” Yun Jiushu sat down at a scattered table, her mind solely focused on business, failing to notice the expectation and disappointment in Yun Xiao’s eyes.

In just one afternoon, Yun Jiushu had successfully signed all the suppliers for the new season. Despite her tricks, she was about 70% drunk.

The new restaurant opening in a new city meant Yun Jiushu would have to re-establish all her relationships, including social networking.

Nuo Ye alone wasn’t enough, so for a long time to come, Yun Jiushu would be active in various social circles.

Yun Xiao, ignored once more, pursed her lips and obediently handed over the documents.

Next to the ledger, she also placed a cup of hot water.

Yun Xiao watched the woman before her cautiously and attentively, pursing her lips several times, wanting to speak.

But the woman under the lamp was deeply focused.

Her long hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. Without loose strands covering her face, her exquisite features were exposed. Her bright red lips contrasted with her dark eyes, making her look as beautiful as a work of art.

“Have a question?” After reviewing the daily flow and taking a slow sip of water, Yun Jiushu finally looked up: “Go on, ask.”