Chapter12 Good Girl, Relax

Zong Du reclined the seat and pressed his body against hers. “Good girl, just relax.”

He lowered his head and kissed her moist eyes.

His gentle tone and actions made it seem as if she were his beloved, held tenderly in his heart.

Xi Yue, feeling aggrieved, clung to his shoulder, and her tears flew uncontrollably.

Zong Du easily pulled down her pants, his fingers gently stroking the scar on her upper abdomen.

Xi Yue trembled, unable to suppress a soft moan.

He touched her face with satisfaction, “Took your medicine?”

Xi Yue nodded.

Zong Du smiled, “Good girl, save a condom.”

With that, he lifted one of her legs.

Xi Yue obediently relaxed her body, cooperating as he removed her pants.

Her skin, exposed to the cool air, shivered in response. Her overused body could no longer endure his intensity.

Just as Xi Yue was bracing herself with a pale face, Zong Du produced a bottle of lubricant from nowhere.

Seeing her surprise, Zong Du leaned in, kissing her eyes with a smile, “See, I’m good to you.”

The cold, sticky substance was applied, making Xi Yue’s fingers curl and the corners of her eyes turn pink with grievance.

Zong Du kissed her, undoing his belt with one hand.

Just as he was about to proceed, both of their phones vibrated simultaneously.

They exchanged glances and picked up their phones.

Xi Yue saw it was a call from Fang Mo and quickly hung up, switching her phone to airplane mode.

Then she looked at Zong Du. Unlike her, Zong Du answered his call.

Xi Yue felt a sense of relief, thinking this might be the end for now.

But to her surprise, Zong Du didn’t stop. He held the phone with one hand and lifted her leg with the other, leaning in—

Xi Yue’s eyes widened, “No—”

Zong Du raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly, “Hello.”

Xi Yue immediately raised her hand and bit her finger.

“Brother Zong, it’s me.” Lin Yanyan’s timid voice came through the phone.

“I know.” Xi Yue didn’t dare breathe, biting her finger harder to avoid making any inappropriate sounds.

Zong Du started to move slowly, his breathing still steady, “You got home?”

“Yes,” Lin Yanyan sighed, “My brother scolded you, saying that you took me out but didn’t bring me back home.”

Zong Du chuckled lowly, and his movements became more vigorous, “Sorry, something urgent came up.”

Xi Yue’s vision went black from the overwhelming pleasure. And her body tensed up.

Her intense reaction greatly pleased Zong Du. His abdomen tightened, and he stopped moving, switching to caressing her lips with his fingers, his voice hoarse, “Apologize to your brother for me, tell him I’ll come by tonight to make amends. And tell him to have the contract ready for signing.”

“Got it, your business won’t be forgotten,” Lin Yanyan replied casually, “I was just thinking, that neighbor Mr. Wang, is he planning to propose to Xi Yue?”

Zong Du paused, “Hmm?”

Hearing her name, Xi Yue instinctively perked up.

“You left me on the roadside earlier, did you go back to find Xi Yue? Are you afraid she might be deceived? Or...” Lin Yanyan trailed off.

Zong Du grabbed Xi Yue with one hand, turning her over.

Xi Yue let out a surprised “ah,” now lying on top of Zong Du.

The sudden change in position made her miss Lin Yanyan’s last words. Her low cry wasn’t quiet, and Lin Yanyan naturally heard it on the other end.

Lin Yanyan paused, puzzled, “Brother Zong, is someone with you?”

“Hmm.” Zong Du’s voice grew even lower.

Lin Yanyan, “Sounds like a woman?”

“Hmm.” Zong Du didn’t deny it.

Lin Yanyan fell silent.

Zong Du pinched Xi Yue’s lower abdomen, the soft yet tight feeling pleasing him immensely, “I have something to do, bye.”

Xi Yue finally withdrew her fingers, one hand bracing against the car roof, the other holding onto the handle, speaking cautiously, “Miss Lin suspects something.”

Zong Du propped one hand behind his head, looking at her, “Good girl...”

Xi Yue bit her lip, grabbing the front handle to adjust her position.

Amid the physical collision, Xi Yue felt like she was forgetting something, not noticing the figure in the bushes at the northwest corner of the parking lot.

After a heated sex, Xi Yue lay on the seat, regaining her strength, while Zong Du changed into spare clothes.

Due to the position, his clothes were also messy this time.

...

Zong Du dropped Xi Yue off at the bus stop nearest to the Zong Family.

He drove off first, and she took the bus home afterward.

Zhuang Yi saw her looking exhausted, with her clothes sweaty and wrinkled, assuming she was tired from dance practice.

He brought her some snacks and milk from the kitchen, telling Xi Yue to rest in her room.

Xi Yue took a bath and lay down.

Half asleep, her phone rang. “Hello.”

“Yue, I need to go on a business trip and has no money. Can you give me some?”

Xi Yue instantly opened her eyes, “How much?”

“Come on, just a few tens of thousands for now, so that I can get through this week.” Xi Kuoshan paused, then tentatively asked, “Yue, how much money do you have?”

Xi Yue closed her eyes in the darkness, recalling Zong Du’s words in the car.

Her dad’s in debt again, and he’s coming to her again.

“All these years, our family couldn’t afford a house, making you and your mom live with the Zong Family. I feel guilty,” Xi Kuoshan sighed, “I saw a house recently. If we can buy it, our family won’t have to live apart! Yue, daddy also wants to reunite with you and your mom. It’s just two million, do you have it? Or could you borrow it from Mr. Zong? Our family—”

Xi Yue calmly interrupted him, “First, I don’t have money. Second, buying a house is your business, not mine. Third, I don’t even have ten thousand, let alone two million!”

Xi Kuoshan became furious, “Xi Yue, I’m your father! Don’t talk that kind of bullshit, and just give me the money!”

“No!” Xi Yue hung up without hesitation.

...

When she woke up again, it was daylight outside. Stretching in bed, Xi Yue glanced at her phone, seeing it was just past six.

The master bedroom upstairs was still quiet, but there were footsteps in the first-floor hallway.

Feeling uncomfortable, Xi Yue took some ointment from the medicine box, applying it despite the discomfort.

Zong Du was rough with her, and she often got hurt. Over time, she learned to handle minor issues herself.

Xi Yue changed her clothes and came out, seeing Zhuang Yi busy in the kitchen. “Mom, why are you in the kitchen?” Xi Yue frowned, approaching.

The piano teacher cherished her hands and, in Xi Yue’s memory, her mother disliked the kitchen.

Zhuang Yi smiled sweetly, her gestures full of undeniable charm, “Mr. Zong came back and wanted some soup I made.”

Xi Yue’s heart skipped a beat. Mr. Zong...no wonder.

Not Zong Du, but the senior.

Upon closer inspection, she noticed that the usually round-collared cheongsam wearer had chosen a high-neck one today.

Zhuang Yi’s exquisite shoulder and neck lines were accentuated, appearing especially alluring in the morning light. Like a well-watered flower.

Seeing Xi Yue staring, Zhuang Yi thought something was wrong, quickly checking herself and adjusting her updo, “What’s wrong? Is something off?”

Xi Yue’s gaze followed her hand, passing over her ear. As Zhuang Yi lowered her head, a red mark appeared on her fair neck.