Chapter 106: Li Ruobing Has a Sense of Crisis

Chapter 106: Li Ruobing Has a Sense of Crisis

Extremely sudden.

Not only had Li Ruobing kissed him on her own initiative again, she had gone further than last time, hanging off his waist with both legs around him. She was tall, but slim, and not heavy. And when a nine-out-of-ten beauty in business attire, with a personality as hard as hers, suddenly did something like this, it truly did have a feeling to it.

Wu Chen nearly misread her purpose.

But turning it over, it didn’t hold.

Because whatever else happened, nothing could happen between the two of them today. Su Qingying was here, only off in the shower and due out again soon. And Li Ruobing wasn’t that kind of woman. Whatever notions she had, she wouldn’t choose this moment.

Nor, of course, was she staging a performance to anger Su Qingying.

She had no such petty little-woman streak in her, and wouldn’t throw herself that far for it.

Besides, if she wanted to anger Su Qingying, to stir Su Qingying’s feelings, there was no need to send her away at all. She could simply have done it in front of her.

Which left… only one possibility.

With Li Ruobing, Wu Chen wasn’t going to refuse.

Honestly, the satisfaction of taking Su Qingying down was nothing beside the satisfaction of taking Li Ruobing down. Li Ruobing truly was a woman with whom, however you handled her, the game could still end in ruin. You might conquer her—or be conquered, or used, by her.

Li Ruobing was a woman who could rouse a man’s fiercest urge to conquer.

Which was also why Ding Ruilong was so insanely determined to have her by any means available.

Since she had delivered herself to him, Wu Chen responded.

The two of them kissed in front of that enormous floor-to-ceiling window for a full… five minutes.

From which Wu Chen could plainly feel that Li Ruobing genuinely did have thoughts about him. Otherwise there was no need for it to run so long.

At last she stopped and lifted her head slightly, drawing her face a little away from his. They were still very close, perhaps five centimeters apart, their eyes meeting.

“Not bad. You can hold me that long.” Li Ruobing smiled and said it low. She was still hanging off him.

“I’m honestly rather puzzled.” Wu Chen smiled too, keeping his voice low, looking into her eyes. “Did you pull me over here to put on a show because you knew there was someone outside watching and filming? Or… are you deliberately taking advantage of me?”

“Taking advantage of you?” She seemed to find that very funny. Her lips pressed together and she said softly, “Do you even have the nerve? As I recall, after I kissed you last time, you told me, Only a bastard passes up a freebie. You said that, didn’t you? Haven’t you always felt you were the one taking advantage of me?”

“I did say that last time. But… since you know it and still came up to me of your own accord, what’s the game? You want me to take advantage of you? Have you actually fallen in love with me? Trying to please me?”

Her smile faltered.

She truly couldn’t outtalk Wu Chen. Not once.

“That’s right. I am taking advantage of you,” she said.

“Oh no. I’ve been taken advantage of by you. I feel so awful.” He said it smiling, with a heavily deliberate tone. He wanted her to feel the deliberateness, to know he meant the opposite.

The instant he finished, Wu Chen felt a pain in his rear shoulder. She had pinched him again.

When she couldn’t win with words, she pinched.

Li Ruobing genuinely was not this sort of person. This was the first time she had treated a man this way. Most likely, in this lifetime, Wu Chen would be the only man she ever treated this way.

Having pinched him, she gave him no chance to fire back and anger her again. “Carry me to the sofa,” she said at once.

As she said it, her right hand hooked tight around his neck. She raised her other hand and pulled the curtain she had just opened closed again.

Wu Chen carried her toward the living room sofa. When they reached the coffee table she let go on her own, setting both feet down first, then releasing her arms. She smoothed her slightly rumpled clothes.

“If you knew someone was watching outside, why not have them caught and dealt with?” Wu Chen asked.

This was serious business. It still had to be discussed.

Wu Chen had of course already worked it out: she had drawn him to the window and kissed him for the benefit of whoever was outside, most likely people Ding Ruilong had arranged. If anyone was out there, they had probably taken photographs, or even video. Ding Ruilong would see it soon enough.

“While you were in the shower, my bodyguards called and said there were suspicious people outside.” She finished straightening her own clothes, then reached up to tug his bathrobe into order and smooth it flat. As she did, she said, “They couldn’t be entirely sure the men were Ding Ruilong’s. And you know… there are some things it’s actually useful for Ding Ruilong to find out.”

Wu Chen understood.

When a woman’s heart turned ruthless, it could be more frightening than a man’s.

Right now Li Ruobing longed for Ding Ruilong to know she had a man. Preferably angry enough that his heart gave out and he dropped dead on the spot.

“Are you afraid?” Having smoothed his robe, she looked up at him and asked.

She was asking whether he was afraid of Ding Ruilong—whether he feared Ding Ruilong would move against him.

The two of them had discussed it long ago. At the very start Wu Chen had already made his position clear. He had said, People climb upward, and by tying myself to you, my life becomes very interesting. What he’d meant was that wealth and rank were found amid danger. He wasn’t afraid.

Now she was asking again.

Because her own state of mind had changed.

“Do you think I’m the sort of man who’d be afraid?” Wu Chen said with a smile. He hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her into him.

He kissed her.

It was the first time Wu Chen had kissed Li Ruobing on his own initiative.

Li Ruobing… didn’t refuse.

She even closed her eyes and cooperated with him a little, clumsily.

A dozen seconds.

Only then did she give his shoulder a light push.

Wu Chen lifted his head and released her.

“It’s good that you’re not afraid. I really was worried you might shrink back.” She said it, then raised a brow at him. “After all, Su Qingying is your woman now. Even if you fail this time in helping her seize power, she’ll still be Jinfu’s boss one day. The Su family’s commercial empire will still be there for you to use…”

Li Ruobing had a sense of crisis.

She didn’t say it outright, but Wu Chen could feel it. She was afraid that once Wu Chen had his wealth and rank, he would stop acting in this play with her.

It was very dangerous, after all.

And Li Ruobing knew perfectly well she would never find a second fake boyfriend, a second shield, as absurdly capable as Wu Chen.

Click.

A small sound came from upstairs, followed by Su Qingying’s voice. “Miss Li, do you have a spare nightdress? Would it be convenient to lend me one? I… didn’t feel right rummaging through your closet.”

“Coming. I’ll get you one.” Li Ruobing turned and called up the stairs. Then she looked at Wu Chen again. “It’s late. Get some rest. Good night.”

And she hurried upstairs.

A new day. July 12, 2020.

At seven in the morning Wu Chen opened his eyes on time. Because this wasn’t waking from a reset, he woke wherever he had slept the night before.

In the second-floor guest room of Li Ruobing’s villa.

He blinked. The satisfaction of a new day arriving brought a smile to his face. He turned his head and glanced beside him.

Su Qingying, still in Li Ruobing’s purple slip nightdress, lay with her head pillowed on his arm, tucked close against his shoulder, still sound asleep.

They had slept together last night, of course, and had made trouble until very late before sleeping.

But apart from the two of them, only Li Ruobing would know. Even if others heard that Su Qingying had spent the night at Li Ruobing’s house, and knew that Li Ruobing’s boyfriend Wu Chen was there too, they would simply assume Wu Chen had slept with Li Ruobing while Su Qingying, naturally, slept alone in the guest room.

Asleep, Su Qingying still had faint traces of tears at the corners of her eyes, and on her exquisite cheeks lay the small sweet smile of an infant deep in slumber. Because they had gone somewhat too far before bed last night, she had come through it in pain and pleasure both.

Wu Chen simply looked at the sleeping Su Qingying.

He looked, and went on looking.

There was no particular reason.

It was only that… beautiful things could be admired for a long time.

Tap, tap!

Outside the door, hurried footsteps.

And then—

Knock, knock, knock!

“Qingying, are you awake? Time to get up. Your mother’s on the phone. She wants you to take it…” It was Li Ruobing. She spoke and pushed the bedroom door straight open, one hand holding a phone still on a live call while the other gestured fast at Wu Chen, signaling that he absolutely must not make a sound.