Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ji Anan was dragged into a room where she collapsed on the couch and started rubbing her wrists in pain.
He bent down and gave off an imposing kingly aura as his thumbs started rubbing her delicate lips.
As he kept rubbing, she noticed a bizarre hint of tenderness in his imposing expression.
He put his fingers in her mouth and commanded authoritatively, “Lick.”
Why should she have to? She glared at him stubbornly and forcibly bit down on his fingers.
Beiming Shaoxi used his other hand to pry open her jaw, then narrowed his eyes and said, “If you want to become my woman, you must first learn how to please me.”
Ji Anan spat out his fingers, yet as she was about to speak, he started unbuckling his pants.
Her expression changed.
“Don’t tell me that the reason you won’t lick my fingers is that you want to lick this.”
Ji Anan roared furiously, “Do you know what God’s greatest sin was? Creating you!”
Seeing her flushed face made Beiming Shaoxi reminiscence about what he had felt that night…
“God’s greatest sin was creating you with an imperfection, yet I… can perfect you.”
Ji Anan grasped what he was insinuating, and her face grew even redder.
He was nothing like the aloof and unsullied man people painted him as. He was a total pervert!
“You can’t ‘perfect’ anything.”
“Do you know where you are right now?” he whispered as his warm breath fell onto her ears. “This is my territory.”
‘How dare she act so brazen towards me?’
Ji Anan felt defeated. “Let me go…”
Beiming Shaoxi had never cared about the women that tried to get close to him, but she was different…
“Since you’re doubting my sexual potency, I should prove myself!”
His hand tenderly caressed her shoulders.
Then, his large palms became obscene, much more daring. “Nice, very soft.”
“That’s only my bra. They’re actually much worse…” Ji Anan became anxious. “In reality, they’re actually more like deflated balloons…”
Beiming Shaoxi was dumbfounded.
“They’re like dried up jelly pudding that has been sitting out in the open for days…” she said innocently with wide eyes.
Beiming Shaoxi fondled her and said, “Want me to see for myself?”
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Nanny Porti poked her head in. “Young Master, the old master is looking for Miss Ji.”
Ji Anan appeared relieved. She promptly pushed Beiming Shaoxi away and stumbled out the door.
His actions could have been interpreted as possessive, if they came from someone handsome, or perverted, if they came from someone ugly.
His eyes grew dark as he watched her escape.
Despite her exit, his lips curled up in a devious smile while he put the finger that she had sucked on next to his mouth…
…
Ji Anan walked through the corridor and furiously tried to wipe away his taste from her lips.
Gu Nancheng would forever be her one and only. She wouldn’t marry anyone else.
Even though Beiming Shaoxi was indeed strikingly handsome…
At the end of the corridor, Old Master Beiming was waiting for her with a diamond capped walking stick. He was wearing a black tuxedo, and he looked like an elegant gentleman.
When Ji Anan saw the old man’s face, she sucked in a breath in shock…
Half a year ago in Jiexin Garden, she had witnessed an old man collapsing to the ground. His body had spasmed, and he’d been on the verge of losing consciousness, so she had kindly opened his pillbox for him and given him his medication.
“Miss Ji, I have been waiting a long time for you. Come here next to grandpa,” said the old man with glee.
…
Beiming Shaoxi stood beside the window, his stony face was aloof and icy.
His long, British-style trench coat had the Beiming family emblem embroidered on it.
The arc-shaped windows were all covered with plush curtains, and he stared through them to look at the flowers under the moonlight.
His fingers unlocked his phone, and Ji Anan’s cheeky face instantly appeared on the screen.
[Sorry, but I’m afraid you’ll have to search for it in the sky now.]
He swirled the glass of wine in his hands slightly, his jaw clenched tightly.
The corners of his lips unconsciously curled up in a devious smile, and he appeared intrigued.
Ji Anan. He would definitely remember her.