Chapter 1 This Must Have Built Up

Huai City, Z.mior Hotel, there’s an SUV in the parking lot.

Fiery lips sealed the woman’s impending exclamation, and the man pressed down, pushing her onto the back seat.

The combined weight of the two caused the leather seats to sink slightly.

Xi Yue’s fingers curled restlessly, helplessly clinging to the man’s shoulders.

The car’s fragrance, mixed with the man’s cold pine cologne, overwhelmed all her senses.

Until her skin touched the armrest, the cool, hard sensation made Xi Yue whimper softly and tremble.

She barely regained a bit of consciousness, and then exhaled a hot breath, panted coquettishly.

Her soft, lingering voice hooked like it had a lure, “Mr., Mr., please, please...”

Zong Du chuckled softly, lifting one of her legs with one hand from behind.

The knee of her other leg sank deeper, her beautiful muscle lines tensed and trembling slightly.

“You know, why I like doing this in the car?” His deep voice sounded in her ear.

Xi Yue opened her attractive eyes, seeing her flushed cheeks reflected in the window, and shook her head gently.

Zong Du’s voice was still cold and low, steady even in the midst of the most intense sex.

He took a condom from the glove compartment, tore the corner of the packaging with his teeth, and slipped it on with his fingers, swift and skillful. His long, slender fingers moved with the grace of an artist.

“Good girl...I am happy that you learn dancing...” Zong Du lightly pecked her earlobe, entering her from behind,

“See, you can even do this...”

Xi Yue couldn’t suppress a low cry. As the last thread of her rationality slipped away, she only had time to think of one thing:

He’s a horny beast.

...

Xi Yue didn’t understand.

Why a man, after working all night and a long flight, would still have the energy for this immediately after landing.

For an entire hour and a half, he squeezed her tirelessly. When he finally finished, Xi Yue was drenched, and the seat was a mess.

Zong Du finally looked satisfied, sitting aside and lighting a cigarette.

Xi Yue curled up on the seat, and after the afterglow faded, she laboriously bent over to pick up her clothes.

Zong Du had thrown her onto the car and immediately started.

His rough, urgent movements had wrinkled her linen dress beyond repair.

Xi Yue glanced at Zong Du secretly, only to find him looking back. Their eyes met, and she quickly looked away.

Zong Du chuckled, picked up a paper bag from the front seat, and handed it to her. Xi Yue opened it to find a vintage green satin dress, her favorite color.

Xi Yue’s lips curled up involuntarily, and she used her dirty clothes to wipe away the sweat on her body. The sticky feeling was too much, so she grabbed wet wipes from the front, carefully wiped herself down, and then put on the new dress. Unfortunately, it was a bit tight.

Xi Yue adjusted the tightness around her chest, blaming him that even they had slept so many time, he still didn’t know her bra size.

“Are they upstairs?” Zong Du asked. Xi Yue responded affirmatively.

Zong Du extinguished his cigarette and zipped up slowly. After the affair, she was stripped bare and flushed, while he remained immaculate, with only a few inconspicuous wrinkles near his zipper, looking as if he could walk straight into a boardroom.

Xi Yue cursed under her breath, following him out of the car.

Once inside the hotel lobby, Zong Du separated from Xi Yue, heading to a private room on the second floor while she found a seat in a corner on the first floor to rest. Sitting in the waiting area, Xi Yue rested her chin in her hands, thinking back to the afternoon’s events.

After her lunch break, she received a call from Mrs. Zong, asking her to go directly to the hotel after school.

Xi Yue had inquired with the butler and learned that today’s gathering was arranged by Mrs. Zong a week ago, inviting very important guests.

As a servant of the Zong Family, Xi Yue had no place at such an event. But Mrs. Zong had specifically called her and requested her mother, Zhuang Yi, to come along too.

Xi Yue arrived at the hotel with doubts, only to be taken to the parking lot by Zong Du, and pushed into the car in the next second.

Lost in thought, a commotion arose from the stairs.

Xi Yue turned her head and saw Mrs. Zong, beaming, leading a group of people out. At the back of the group was Zhuang Yi, looking flustered.

Xi Yue quickly went over.

Mrs. Zong, full of joy, stepped outside, “Yanyan!”

Xi Yue looked out to see a black Bentley with its door open, and a girl in a Chanel-inspired skirt getting out.

The girl had long hair and a shy, sweet demeanor.

“Auntie,” Lin Yanyan’s round eyes glanced at Zong Du, and quickly move them away. Her voice sugary, “Brother Zong.”

Xi Yue’s heart sank as she looked at Zong Du.

Zong Du had inherited the Zong Family’s superior looks, perfect from bone structure to appearance, like a masterpiece of God. His deep, passionate gaze could make anyone’s heart race. Xi Yue had felt it before.

Now, Zong Du, with a gentle smile, was looking at Lin Yanyan with that same gaze. Successfully making the girl blush like a cherry.

Xi Yue’s face turned pale, and she lowered her head, retreating into the crowd. Her heart finally broke.

This was a matchmaking event.

As Zong Du’s secret lover for three years, she was the most inappropriate presence here.

Mrs. Zong held Lin Yanyan’s hand affectionately, leading her upstairs. Xi Yue followed the crowd a few steps, then stopped at the staircase, unwilling to go up.

“Xi Yue?” Mrs. Zong called, her expression displeased. “Why are you at the back? Keep up.”

Xi Yue glanced at Zong Du nervously, but he wasn’t looking her way, resignedly heading upstairs.

Zong Du was talking to Lin Yanyan, making her blush and smile, giving him a sidelong glance.

Xi Yue passed by unnoticed, and she lowered her head further.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Zong Du said to Lin Yanyan. Lin Yanyan obediently nodded.

Mrs. Zong was pleased, holding Lin Yanyan’s hand and Zong Du’s, leading them upstairs.

Only after the main figures had gone did Xi Yue come back to her senses.

As she moved, a sharp pain pricked her fingers.

“Ugh—” She looked at her hand, realizing she had broken a nail without noticing.

The maids filed past her, heading upstairs.

Zhuang Yi approached worriedly, “Yue, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Xi Yue hid her hand behind her back, “Let’s go up.”

Zhuang Yi nodded, frowning, “Why did you change your clothes?”

Xi Yue paused, murmured in response, and headed up.

...

As soon as Xi Yue entered, Mrs. Zong was holding Lin Yanyan’s hand, “Yanyan, would you like to see a dance?”

Lin Yanyan was taken aback, “A dance?”

Mrs. Zong’s smile grew warmer, “Xi Yue is a student at Huai University, in the Department of Dance. She’s quite good. I was worried you’d find it boring, so I asked her to dance for you!”

Xi Yue’s mind went blank. She quickly turned her head to look at Zong Du.