Chapter 250
Chapter 250
After carrying her into the back seat of the sports car, Zhong Ning bent down and got in as well. ‘Need help taking it out for you?’
There was a trace of displeasure at being interrupted, along with lingering dissatisfaction. ‘I haven’t even turned the switch on yet.’
‘Where is Master taking me?’ Xie Shiqing did not wipe the tears from her face, asking in a voice tinged with a sob.
‘Home.’ Zhong Ning casually lifted her hand beneath the hem of her skirt. ‘Open a little.’
‘…If we’re going home, there’s no need to take it out.’ Xie Shiqing’s mist-filled eyes were wide as her fingers lightly rested on Zhong Ning’s forearm. ‘Master didn’t enjoy herself just now. That was my fault.’
Zhong Ning looked at her steadily. A faint glimmer seemed to flow within her light-brown pupils. After a moment, she withdrew her hand from between her thighs, her damp fingertips brushing against Xie Shiqing’s lips. ‘Alright.’
‘It’s an hour’s drive home.’
She pulled the car door open again and returned to the driver’s seat. Before turning the key, she picked up her phone and pressed another switch.
‘You can make noise,’ Zhong Ning said unhurriedly, glancing at the rearview mirror. ‘The car is well soundproofed.’
The engine roared to life.
As though her bones had been drawn out, the woman went limp the moment the vehicle moved, collapsing softly onto the back seat. She curled her legs in as well.
Her hair, flowing like seaweed, spread smoothly across the seat, veiling half of her delicate face, yet leaving just enough to reveal a streak of crimson at her lips.
Xie Shiqing parted her lips slightly, drawing in air that seemed to be slipping away.
The sports car merged into traffic, its gem-like dark blue body glittering brilliantly under the sunlight. The privacy glass rendered the interior a sheet of black to those outside, while those within could clearly see the world beyond the windows.
At every red light, or whenever they passed another vehicle, people in the neighboring cars cast curious glances over, some lifting their phones to take pictures, others marveling, wondering who sat inside.
Xie Shiqing could see nothing, yet imagination was the finest catalyst.
Was attracting attention a good thing?
Different people had different answers. But for Xie Shiqing at this moment, it was unquestionably a bad one.
Reason told her that no one outside could see anything. Even if they could, they would only see someone lying down. No one possessed x-ray vision to discover the torment she was enduring.
Yet the brazen absurdity of doing something so outrageous under the gaze of countless strangers still sent waves of overwhelming shame through her.
That current had felt like nothing when held in the hand, but once placed against the tender interior, it became instantly, unmistakably vivid.
Not sharp pain, but a tingling numbness, threaded with an itching heat.
With each adjustment, it seemed to spread considerately over every inch.
Another brake. Another shift in mode.
Xie Shiqing heard a low chuckle. Then music began to drift from the speakers, a woman’s voice singing a lingering melody. The lyrics spoke of love at first sight, of an invitation to spend the night, bold and heated.
At last, under cover of the music, Xie Shiqing relaxed the tight restraint on her throat.
Every second stretched endlessly, yet felt fleeting all the same.
Time held no meaning here.
She did not know how long had passed when suddenly her wrist was lifted. The motion that pulled her along was far from gentle, yet careful enough to shield her, preventing her from falling to the floor or striking the car door.
Zhong Ning clicked her tongue in amazement. ‘You’ve soaked my car seat.’
Xie Shiqing’s gaze was unfocused, her eyes vacant, yet the rims were red like rose petals. Damp strands of hair clung to her face, impossible to tell whether it was sweat or tears.
Her originally fair skin was now tinged with a faint blush.
Zhong Ning picked her up, draping her jacket over her head like a thief who had stolen away with a beauty.
Today, the bedsheets were light grey. When the beauty lay upon them, she resembled a goddess come suddenly to life from a relief carving. Yet this goddess appeared absent-minded, as though lost in thoughts far from proper.
Zhong Ning placed her on the bed, went to the bathroom to wash her hands, then pulled open the bedside drawer. From within, she took out an adjustable P-chain. Flicking open the clasp, she lifted the back of Xie Shiqing’s head, setting the leather side against the nape of her neck, the chain resting across the front. Her fingertip hooked the ring at the end and tugged lightly.
Not bad. Very flexible.
Only then did she unhurriedly switch off the device.
Her hand reached forward.
She immediately laughed. ‘It’s raining on my bed.’
Xie Shiqing parted her lips slightly, dazed, offering no response.
Zhong Ning used her still-damp hand to pat her cheek. ‘Come back to your senses. Still no reaction?’
She pinched at the trace of redness by Xie Shiqing’s lips, lingering for quite a while, yet received nothing in return. ‘Have you gone stupid?’
Zhong Ning felt a headache coming on.
‘Such poor tolerance.’
In the next instant, the delicate fragrance of pomelo blossoms filled the entire bedroom. Xie Shiqing’s breathing abruptly quickened, her body finally stirring.
‘That’s better.’ Zhong Ning leaned down and captured her flushed lips, sealing away any sound.
……
Xie Shiqing did not go to work for two days. On the third day, she finally returned to the president’s office to handle company affairs.
In truth, there was little she needed to do.
In the past, she had rarely involved herself in many matters of the Xie family, maintaining only distant oversight. Now that she was here, there was hardly anything requiring her attention.
No one read documents to her. Every task was little more than a formality.
But Zhong Ning claimed to be a woman of her word. If she said Xie Shiqing must come to work, then Xie Shiqing had no choice but to comply.
Whether this counted as a reward or yet another humiliation was difficult to say.
Xie Shiqing believed it to be the latter, though Zhong Ning clearly considered it the former.
A person so excessively arrogant, concerned only with her own feelings, would never pause to consider whether what she bestowed was truly what others desired.
Only her own satisfaction mattered.
By noon, Zhong Ning arrived again.
Xie Shiqing’s throat shifted slightly. The memory of what had happened before had left behind a modest but undeniable shadow.
But Zhong Ning had not come to cause trouble this time.