Seducing Him - Chapter 29

The weekend ended, and Ci Yiyang had to return to school.
Lu Jin wanted to send her, but after she politely refused, he seized the chance while the housekeeper wasn’t looking, cornered her against the wall, and kissed her for a long time before finally letting go with a darkened expression.

Ci Yiyang clutched her neck, which had just been bitten, her apricot eyes brimming with tears as she glared at him:
“Are you a dog?”

He really loved kissing, licking, and biting when being intimate.

Lu Jin lifted her face, carefully studying the red mark left on her neck from both sides, and even chuckled softly in his cultured voice:
“A mark left for my sister.”

Ci Yiyang opened her mouth to retort, but the housekeeper was calling her from outside.

Annoyed, she grabbed his hand and bit down hard on his wrist.

She bit so fiercely she tasted bl00d, but he didn’t even flinch—on the contrary, he bent down and buried his head against her neck, his half-lidded eyes glimmering with enjoyment.

What kind of pervert was this?

She had no words for the lascivious expression that spread across his handsome face.

Sensing her bite loosening, he lifted his damp lashes and whispered into her ear with a breathy, intoxicating tone:
“Sister, bite me again. It’s only broken skin. The mark will fade quickly.”

Her ears tingled from his breath. Embarrassed, she pushed at him:
“The driver’s here, let me go.”

Seeing that she really didn’t want to continue, a flicker of regret flashed in his eyes. He bent down, picked up her bag from the floor, and handed it to her. His fox-like eyes shimmered as if misted with tears:
“You really don’t want me to take you?”

“No need.” Ci Yiyang grabbed her bag, eager to leave.

“I’m going.”

“Mm.” His head drooped against the wall, and he watched her retreating back without blinking.

When he heard her speaking softly to the housekeeper outside, he lowered his head, his refined features sinking into shadow as his gaze lingered on the teeth marks on his wrist.

It was only broken skin. The bite would heal quickly.

He couldn’t help wondering if there was a way to make such a mark last forever.

Ci Yiyang returned to school as usual in the driver’s car.

The moment she entered her dorm, someone hooked her by the back of the neck and shoved her into a chair like a criminal under interrogation.

“Speak! What were you up to this weekend?”

Ming Ying, wearing black-rimmed glasses, a white blouse, and a tight black skirt, stood sternly before her, holding a ruler in hand.

Chen Yao’an sat nearby, pushing up her glasses and scribbling down notes as if documenting her testimony.

Ci Yiyang blinked and slowly raised her hands in surrender, softly protesting her innocence:
“Your Honor, I swear, I only went to see an art exhibit this weekend. Nothing else.”

Ming Ying pulled up a photo on her phone and shoved it in front of her:
“Then explain—who is this man?”

Ci Yiyang looked at the screen.

In the photo, the hazy reflection of a man was visible through the massive fish tank, his head tilted up as he spoke to her.

That was at the Huangcheng art exhibition hall, the moment she had run into Lu Jin. She hadn’t realized someone had captured it and even posted it online where Ming Ying found it.

“Where did this come from?” Ci Yiyang asked.

“On the official site,” Ming Ying replied. “I was sneaking a look at Lian Rong’s Moments when I accidentally saw you.”

“And this one.” She swiped to another picture.

This time it was her walking alongside a man. His tall, striking silhouette stood out like a crane among chickens in the bustling crowd.

With her years of experience appreciating men, Ming Ying could tell this guy was definitely handsome—why else would so many heads turn in the photos?

He clearly wasn’t Jing Zuoyuan, but there was something strangely familiar about him. She just couldn’t place where she had seen him before.

Ci Yiyang rose, took Ming Ying’s glasses, put them on, and sighed deeply with a solemn face.

Ming Ying, startled by her expression, asked, “What’s wrong?”

Ci Yiyang said gravely:
“Your Honor, this man is… the little brother my father found for me.”

“…Ah?” Ming Ying and Chen Yao’an both froze.

Everyone knew her father had remarried, which was why she had no home to return to and always lived at school.

Ming Ying hadn’t expected to stumble onto that truth. Her face fell instantly.
“I thought you’d finally blossomed, but turns out it was rust instead.”

Her excitement over the gossip was completely snuffed out.

“Forget it. I’m going to watch my drama. The leads are interacting so much in real life, their chances of secretly dating are probably higher than yours.” Ming Ying collapsed onto the table, scrolling her phone in boredom.

Ci Yiyang glanced at Chen Yao’an, who shrugged, signaling she didn’t know what was wrong with her either.

Ci Yiyang thought for a moment, then sat beside Ming Ying.
“Is this about Lian Rong?”

Ming Ying’s tired eyes flicked toward her.

“You said you were peeking at his Moments,” Ci Yiyang reminded her.

Ming Ying sighed faintly:
“It’s nothing… Just that sometimes it feels like he’s stringing me along. At times he talks endlessly with me, but other times he’s so distant it’s like we’re mere acquaintances.”

Since meeting him, she often felt like the Lian Rong who called her daily wasn’t the same Lian Rong she saw in person.

It reminded her of that boy who had accused Ci Yiyang before.

“Yiyang, do you think… maybe the one chatting with me is actually someone else?” Ming Ying asked.

Chen Yao’an, carrying in the laundry from the balcony, overheard. Pushing up her glasses, she added matter-of-factly:
“That’s possible. I heard from my brother that Lian Rong was made heir only because his older brother died in a car accident. Maybe it’s his brother’s ghost talking to you.”

At that, Ming Ying’s skin broke out in goosebumps. She rubbed her arms nervously:
“Chen Yao’an! Don’t you know that since the founding of the nation, ghosts aren’t allowed to become spirits?”

“I believe in science, but I also believe in spirits,” Chen Yao’an said calmly. “Didn’t you even go to Country T to study Buddhism?”

Ming Ying rolled her eyes. “Study, yes. But all I met were scammers.”

“See?” Chen Yao’an sighed. “That’s what you get for lusting after men—deceived every time.”

Ming Ying hurled a pillow at her in response.

The two began a playful pillow fight in the dorm.

Ci Yiyang laughed softly, but the movement tugged at the corner of her lip, making her hiss. When the others weren’t looking, she checked herself in the mirror on the desk.

There was a small cut at her mouth.

Lu Jin had bitten her too quickly—not obvious, but just in case, she covered it with tinted lip balm.

Ci Yiyang soon realized how clingy Lu Jin really was. Not just in behavior—sometimes she regretted getting involved at all.

He loved kissing too much. It was like he had a skin-hunger disorder. Every weekend when she came home, he would push her onto the bed and kiss her madly, until she even started fearing the sight of the bed.

But the sofa was no better.

He loved not only kissing, but licking—especially when she lay on the sofa while he licked her.

Every time she saw his flushed, intoxicated face, she felt as though behind his beautiful shell lurked a pervert.

Maintaining this secret relationship behind everyone’s back, time passed quickly until finals drew near.