Chapter 151: Her? Who?

Chapter 151: Her? Who?

Li Ruobing’s figure was truly… too much. She had the sort of body where everything fell exactly right, every proportion just so. And her skin was exceptional—smooth and lustrous as cream.

Lying on her side now in nothing but her underwear, one hand propping up her head, she looked like a work of art, a masterpiece of heaven’s own making.

From her expression Wu Chen could all but reconstruct the whole train of her thinking after she came in to change.

The dress had come off because she genuinely did need to change, and then she had thought of…

“Aren’t you afraid this little game of yours gets out of hand?” Wu Chen asked with a smile. He walked in, shut the door behind him, and came farther in, pulling off his tie and beginning to undress as he went.

“What are you doing?” She frowned at once.

“Aren’t you going to give me a massage? Hard to do through clothes, isn’t it?” he returned, grinning.

Her smile vanished entirely. She sat up and said darkly, “You’re so clever, my dear Mr. Wu. No fun at all.” She had meant to trap him, and he had seen through it at a glance.

“Stop playing. You can’t beat me at this.” Wu Chen smiled, deliberately provoking.

By then he had his jacket off and was still going.

“Oh? That confident?” Li Ruobing was suddenly smiling again. “I wonder whether my dear Mr. Wu has ever heard the saying, ‘Even a hero has trouble getting past a beauty.’ However capable you are, you still like me, don’t you?” Remarkably direct.

“Don’t you like me too? Does that really count as an advantage?” Wu Chen asked, amusement in it.

“Yes! I admit it. I like you! I can even say I’ve fallen in love with you!” She did not hedge in the slightest. That was simply her nature. If she disliked someone she disliked them; if she liked someone she liked them. There was nothing she could not say aloud, and the more she said the bolder she grew.

“There’s something about you that fascinates me. The way you think, the way you talk, what you can do—you fit every fantasy I’ve ever had about a partner for life. Your strength above all. And I can sense that what I’ve seen is only the tip of the iceberg. So I’ve decided I’m going to keep you in my grasp. If Su Qingying behaves, fine. If she doesn’t, then Su Qingying or not, I’ll make her admit defeat and bow out.

“But! My dear Mr. Wu, remember this. Even after I bear your children, I, Li Ruobing, will never become some docile little cat curled up in your arms. Quite the reverse. The one who ought to behave is you, Mr. Wu. Understood?”

The forcefulness bred into Li Ruobing’s bones showed itself entire in that moment.

She was not even afraid to let Wu Chen know exactly what she was thinking.

He had challenged her.

So she said all of it, and struck back.

Of course, she would only pour out that much in one breath because their relationship was now settled.

This was plainly an unconventional romance. Extremely unconventional.

But it was also what Wu Chen liked best about her. She was genuinely fascinating. The sense of achievement in conquering her completely was something no other woman could match.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

“Wow!” Wu Chen applauded, smiling at her. “What a speech! My dear Miss Li, you really do dare say anything. Well said. I wish you success.”

She smiled back without taking offense, and her smile was full of confidence.

She said nothing more. Hopping off the bed, she began undoing the buttons of his shirt for him.

There were small gestures in it—fingertips grazing his skin now and then.

Her eyes especially were teasing.

Soon.

Wu Chen lay facedown on Li Ruobing’s quilt in nothing but his boxer briefs while she sat astride his lower back and massaged him. This massage had nothing to do with the wager she had lost to him earlier. She was doing it of her own accord; he had not asked.

Nor had she decided to massage him out of nowhere.

Earlier, in the office outside, while he was teasing her, he had acted as though his body ached and needed working on. But he had not used the substance of the conversation to force a massage out of her. He had simply told her.

Wu Chen had no habit of coercing his own women. Even when he wanted a woman, he would not use methods like that.

He was exceptionally good at keeping a secret. His lips sealed shut. If there was something he did not want to tell Li Ruobing, he simply would not say it.

But this time he had set her mind at ease.

So she would make him comfortable in return.

If he really was sore she would work at him a little, and while she was at it—tease him.

“Does that feel good, Mr. Wu?”

“Mm. Not bad…”

“How about this?”

“A little lower.”

“Your back hurts? Are you sure you’re up to it? You can’t even handle one Su Qingying?”

“First, my back doesn’t hurt. Second, did I ever say there was only Su Qingying?”

“Hm?” Her expression froze for an instant—only an instant. Then she asked as though nothing were the matter, “Who else? How many? Together?”

“Guess.”

“Guess my foot!”

“Ssst! Don’t pinch!”

“Oh dear, did I hurt Mr. Wu? I am so terribly sorry.”

“Could you stop with the sarcasm? It’s unbearable.”

More than ten minutes later.

Li Ruobing, who was not particularly good at this, had worked roughly over his shoulders, lower back, and arms. She was still going, and her technique was growing steadily less proper. She truly was in a good mood today—not only because he had told her those things, but because he had won over her father. He had not told her everything, but Li Ruobing could imagine…

It was scarcely believable. With nothing more than a conversation of a little over two hours, Wu Chen had settled the immovable Li Maoren. And the consequences that could follow were more frightening still.

Nobody else could have done it.

Only Wu Chen.

He seemed to know everything, and his social craft was consummate—forging alliances, playing powers against one another, shaping the course of great events with words alone.

Just how formidable he was, Li Ruobing could not begin to fathom. Which was exactly what she liked most about him.

She lowered herself suddenly.

She lay against his back, turned her head beside his shoulder, blew softly into his ear, and asked in a low voice, “My dear Mr. Wu, are you suffering?”

“The way you’re touching me, how could I not be?” He glanced sideways at her, smiling.

“Then beg me. Beg me and I’ll give myself to you today.” She was smiling too, and she meant it. Let Wu Chen lower his head and ask, and she would let him have her completely, at once.

Wu Chen only smiled and said nothing. He reached to the side and picked up the phone he had left on a nearby cabinet.

He brought it over and opened the dialer.

“What are you doing?” she asked, still smiling, though her eyes narrowed.

“I don’t want to beg you, so I’ll find someone else. Someone I don’t have to beg,” he said.

“Who? Su Qingying?” Her tone changed at once.

“No. Qingying’s very busy with work. Better not to interfere with that.”

“Then who? Exactly how many women do you have?”

“She isn’t my woman yet. But… she could be.” Then, as though the thought had just come to him, he smiled. “Her, then. Younger than you, prettier than you, gentler than you…” And he began entering a number.

“Her?” Her voice sharpened further. “Who?”