Chapter 9 You Know My Bottom Line

Zong Du looked at her, his eyes darkening gradually.

“Well, by the way, what the hell is that junior bitch?”

“Junior? Oh, you mean the younger student Na Ru brought?”

“Yeah, didn’t we say we’d reject juniors? How did she end up coming?”

“Huh, didn’t you see who’s next door?”

“Next door?”

“Wang Jin!”

“Huh? Wang Jin? And that junior girl?”

Zong Du suddenly gripped Xi Yue’s hands tightly, and lowered his head to capture her lips and tongue.

Xi Yue felt like a small boat, unable to do anything but go along with his movements.

Those girls outside seemed to be addicted to gossip and showed no signs of leaving.

Zong Du abruptly stopped his actions.

Xi Yue was barely conscious, aware that people outside were discussing her, but their voices seemed distant and unclear.

Zong Du raised his hand to brush her hair back and asked in a breathy voice, “Next door, Mr. Wang?”

Xi Yue lightly bumped her forehead against him, pleading for him to end this gentle torment quickly.

Zong Du’s eyes grew colder.

“Could it be? Wang Jin would go for that kind of girl?”

“She’s quite pretty, didn’t you see? She’s quite hot.”

“Huh, we’re all on strict diets for dancing, afraid that too much flesh would look bad on stage. But look at her, she’s trained herself so well, doesn’t even need to go on stage—just the bed is enough!”

Zong Du pinched her, causing Xi Yue’s legs to tremble in pain.

Zong Du smirked silently, “The feel is indeed good.”

Xi Yue shook her head, tears splattering in all directions, some falling onto Zong Du’s lips.

“Alright, come on. Wang Jin isn’t that kind of person. If he really liked that kind of bitch. If he really likes her, there’s no need to wait. Maybe there’s a misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? He’s been giving gifts to the professional course teacher for that Xi Yue, it can’t be fake, right?”

“Huh? Giving gifts? You mean, bribe? No way...”

“You guys don’t know much. Anyway, go back quickly, or Na Ru will scold someone again.”

The girls chatted and left, and soon, the restroom quieted down.

Zong Du no longer restrained himself, and only when Xi Yue’s cries grew louder did he finally release his forceful thrusts.

Xi Yue’s eyes were swollen from crying.

Zong Du lay against her neck, panting heavily, their sweat mingling and flowing down Xi Yue’s collarbone.

A small pool of liquid gathered.

Xi Yue slowly recovered, quietly begging him, “Mr, can you put me down?”

Zong Du released his hold on her.

Xi Yue, struggling with weak legs, managed to stand and took off her top to wipe off the sweat.

Fortunately, she was wearing quick-dry clothes today, so she wasn’t worried about her clothes being soaked and revealing anything.

After wiping off the sweat, Xi Yue put her clothes back on, grabbed some toilet paper, and carefully cleaned herself.

Just as she was doing this, Zong Du suddenly hugged her waist, using her bent-over position to turn her halfway around, and then, he pressed her down onto the toilet.

Xi Yue braced herself with one hand on the tank and the other on the lid, turning in terror, “Mr?”

Zong Du came in again.

Xi Yue’s voice quickly broke into fragments, and the areas she had just wiped became wet again.

Sweat and tears were spilled everywhere, and Xi Yue trembled as if all her strength had been drained.

Not being gentle anymore, Zong Du was now rough, every action filled with a sense of punishment.

“Xi Yue, don’t forget your place!”

“I don’t have time to play your boring games.”

“What’s given to you, keep it; what’s not, don’t think about it. Xi Yue, you know my bottom line!”

His voice was deep and hoarse, laced with heavy threats.

He was like a maddened horse, crashing into her uncontrollably.

Xi Yue almost lost consciousness several times, only to be met with even more intense force from the man.

For a long time.

After it ended, Zong Du pushed Xi Yue away, leaning against the partition, breathing heavily.

He tore off a few pieces of paper with one hand, lowering his head to clean the mess below.

Xi Yue lay on the toilet lid, her legs shaking like leaves in the wind. After a while, she propped herself up and stood. Looking up, she saw Zong Du already cleaned up and walking towards the door.

“Mr—”

Zong Du paused, turning back.

Zong Du, “Take the contraceptive, remember.”

Xi Yue was stunned, as if nailed to the spot.

...

When Zong Du returned to the dance studio, Lin Yanyan was happily chatting with Na Ru.

Seeing him, Lin Yanyan immediately took his arm, “Brother Zong, I’ve sorted things out with Na Ru!”

“Hmm?”

“Did you forget?” Lin Yanyan blinked, “We came today to discuss a collaboration with the dance troupe. My father’s birthday is coming up, and I want to invite them to perform at my home.”

Zong Du seemed to just remember, “Sorted out?”

“Yeah!” Lin Yanyan looked at Na Ru, “Sister Na Ru agreed, but we still need to discuss the details.”

She lowered her voice, quietly asking Zong Du, “I want Xi Yue to join too, is that okay?”

Zong Du gently brushed a stray hair from her ear, and his gaze was tender and lingering.

Lin Yanyan looked at him, with her face flushing unconsciously.

She couldn’t tell if it was her imagination, but she felt that Zong Du had a faint, alluring scent.

Moreover, his gaze was filled with desire, making him seem like a different person compared to earlier.

Even more attractive, sexy...

Just looking at him made her heart race.

When Zong Du looked at Lin Yanyan, he had a restrained and subtle tenderness, but when he looked at Na Ru, his expression turned cold.

“I heard Xi Yue got in through the backdoor? With her abilities, she probably can’t make it into the Senior Dance Troupe.”

Xi Yue, enduring discomfort, returned to the dance studio.

Just as she reached the door, she heard this remark.

She stared at Zong Du in shock.

Her face was pale, with eyes filled with hesitation, fear, and disbelief.

Lin Yanyan was also quite surprised.

Na Ru hesitated and said, “Well, it’s not exactly a backdoor entry. Xi Yue is one of the best junior students. Practicing with us should be more than enough.”

But she didn’t mention anything about having her join the Senior Dance Troupe for the performance.

“Is that so,” Zong Du’s expression remained impassive as he smirked slightly, his deep-set eyes turning even colder, “I thought perhaps it was some help from the neighboring Mr. Wang.”

Na Ru’s face turned pale.

Lin Yanyan sensed Zong Du’s focus on Xi Yue and felt a pang of anxiety, instinctively gripping Zong Du’s hand.

Zong Du clasped her fingers in response and warned Na Ru, “Please ensure the performers’ level.”

Then, turning to Lin Yanyan, his expression softened again, “Let’s go, we’re done here.”

Lin Yanyan nodded obediently and followed Zong Du out.

At the door, she saw Xi Yue was also present. Lin Yanyan gave her an apologetic smile but said nothing.

Zong Du glanced at her briefly but quickly averted his gaze, which made Xi Yue feel like an illusion.

At the parking area, Zong Du went to open the car door for Lin Yanyan.

Lin Yanyan stood still.

Zong Du looked at her, “What’s wrong?”

Lin Yanyan bit her lip, looking at him with a questioning gaze, “Brother Zong, you seem to be very concerned about Xi Yue...”