Wang Zhengdao’s thinking wasn't entirely flawed; women weren't cuts of meat in a pot, meaning their availability didn't disappear just because someone else had a chance. As long as Ning Yao didn't marry, he would have an opportunity to lay claim to her.
Of course, even if she were married, he likely wouldn't give up. Isn't there an old saying? The famous flower may have an owner, but I’ll come loosen the soil!
However, this time he miscalculated. If it were any other man, it might have been manageable, but a woman who had already been with his son—that was something he simply couldn't bring himself to do. The world certainly had its examples, like Li Mao’s father, Li Longji, who achieved immense fame through Yang Guifei, but Wang Zhengdao could never commit such an act!
So, the unscrupulous father could only settle for envy, jealousy, and simmering resentment. He had originally intended to continue flirting ambiguously with the fourth female lead, keeping her hooked, teasing her desires... but after being provoked by his precious son, he turned around and took care of the young starlet instead...
The night was deep and quiet.
The villa area was softly lit, spread out sparsely, resembling a small town in the suburbs of a developed nation.
In the courtyards of various homes, the soft hiss of automatic sprinklers sounded intermittently, accompanied by the occasional yelp of a cat or a dog’s bark.
The clear moonlight streamed in through the windows, dappling the snow-white sheets with mottled shadows cast by the trees. Ning Yao lay on the bed, covered by a thin silk quilt, her body curled slightly, cradling her phone in her hands, listening to music through earbuds.
The in-ear buds combined with the moderate volume on her phone plunged her into a state of isolation; she wouldn't have heard if Wang Zhuo had knocked on the door of the guest room next door.
The ostrich buries its head in the sand, believing it can escape danger—self-deception.
A slight breeze seemed to stir in the room. She, with her back to the door, paused in slight surprise, then felt the mattress beneath her slowly dip.
She spun around abruptly, just in time to see Wang Zhuo sitting beside her, a sly smile playing on his lips.
“You…” Instinctively, she started to ask how Wang Zhuo had found her, but when she opened her mouth, no sound emerged. Only then did she remember to pull out her earphones.
“Were you waiting for me?” Wang Zhuo’s hand settled lightly on her hip bone, the outer curve of her pelvis, which was the highest point of her body when lying down.
But it was also part of her hip.
Ning Yao’s body gave a slight tremor. She managed a bitter smile and whispered, “Wang Zhuo, please don’t do this, okay?”
“No.”
His smiling eyes swept across her body, as if admiring prey already caught.
“About what happened today, I’m sorry…” Ning Yao tried to explain.
Wang Zhuo smirked slyly, “Then what about the time during the power outage last time? What do you say to that?”
The movie queen instantly showed astonishment, embarrassment, and shame. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her gaze darting evasively from Wang Zhuo’s stare.
Studying her shyness, Wang Zhuo chuckled darkly, “You’ve seen me twice now; it’s my turn to look back.”
As he spoke, his left hand slid down her hip bone, gave a light flick, and lifted the sheer silk quilt, revealing her skin as smooth as satin beneath.
“Wang Zhuo, Wang Zhuo!” Ning Yao pleaded miserably, “Please stop, okay? What happened today was my fault; I apologize to you.”
“Apologizing now? Too late,” Wang Zhuo sneered. “You’re not a first-time offender, so this time, I’m collecting interest.”
Collecting interest? Ning Yao sat up abruptly in alarm, reaching out to stop his hand sliding back and forth. Just as she was about to argue, Wang Zhuo lifted her chin with his right hand.
“Stop the act. I know what you truly think inside.”
Wang Zhuo’s voice was ethereal and mesmerizing: “Why keep wearing that hypocritical mask? You know what I’m going to do, and you know I will get what I want, don’t you?”
Ning Yao was flustered and anxious, about to speak, but he silenced her lips with his thumb: “Hiding it is useless; I’ve seen through you long ago. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come.”
Every word was sharp, leaving Ning Yao completely overpowered, temporarily speechless, unsure of what to say.
Wang Zhuo smiled faintly, his expression radiating absolute confidence: “Was I wrong? You’re actually looking forward to me coming, aren’t you?”
Ning Yao forcefully shook off his hand and replied with unusual firmness: “No.”
“Liar.” Wang Zhuo scoffed and shook his head, smiling. “Miss Movie Queen, your acting is indeed superb, but in front of me, it just doesn’t cut it.”
Insult! This was absolute humiliation! Ning Yao, feeling both angry and ashamed, abruptly turned her head and dove back onto the bed, pulling the quilt tightly over her head.
Wang Zhuo let out a silent, soft laugh, enjoying the feeling of a cat playing with a mouse. He kicked off his slippers and lay down beside Ning Yao on his side.
“Please don’t do this, okay?” Ning Yao murmured the plea again, knowing it was useless.
“Why didn’t you say ymidi?” Wang Zhuo teased with a smile. “While the meaning is the same, it would certainly be more flavorful that way.”
Ymidi—of course, that was the Japanese for “no”—the most frequently used line in Japanese adult films. How could Ning Yao not grasp the innuendo? She was both angry and amused, muttering, “Devil.”
“Devil?” Wang Zhuo chuckled wickedly. “But I think that word should be translated as ‘energetic person’ now; it suits me perfectly.”
Ning Yao finally couldn’t bear his continuous provocation and gave him a sharp kick with her heel, feeling vexed.
Then, she felt a solid, heavy body radiating masculine energy press down on her. The force firmly flipped her onto her back. A sharp gasp escaped her, but the sound was immediately trapped in her chest because her lips were already locked in a tender kiss.
Violent struggling gradually softened into compliance, then gradually evolved into eager reciprocation, and finally into active exploration.
The woman beneath him writhed with abandon. Wang Zhuo smiled knowingly; things were indeed developing in the anticipated direction. It was now inevitable.
Truthfully, before entering this room, he had wrestled with himself for quite some time, hesitating for a while before making his decision. After all, there was no foundation of love between them, only the magnetism between opposite sexes. Ning Yao was, deep down, a conservative woman, and if she had flatly rejected him, Wang Zhuo would have lost too much face.
However, Ning Yao’s immediate reaction quickly reassured him. Her inner conflict was evident, her response was passive, her will was weak, and her stance was unsteady. With just a few words, Wang Zhuo saw through her conflicted state. When she repeatedly said, “Please don’t do this, okay?” instead of a firm, “Stop,” the tone of negotiation, rather than outright refusal, had signaled another voice to him: Come on.
When a woman says no, it isn't always a true refusal, let alone when Ning Yao’s tone of negotiation wasn't even steady? If Wang Zhuo couldn’t recognize such an opportunity, he probably deserved to be a virgin still, let alone out hunting for liaisons!
Thus, Ning Yao was caught by a spark of heavenly lightning and earthly fire, completely succumbing!
“Sister, you’re so wet…”
Even through the thin fabric, Wang Zhuo felt a slick dampness: “Has it been a long time?”
Ning Yao simply gazed at him tenderly, her eyes full of desire, but she remained silent.
Wang Zhuo raised an eyebrow. “If you don’t want to say, fine. Your body isn't lying anyway.”
His understanding made Ning Yao feel a little grateful. This question was troubling her; answering honestly might make Wang Zhuo think she was simpleminded, but lying might make him think she was promiscuous. She was truly conflicted!
Gathering some courage, she softly asked, “Who was that woman from last time?”
“A friend,” Wang Zhuo said while searching for the clasp behind her back. “You wouldn’t know her even if I told you.”
“She was beautiful, a perfect woman,” Ning Yao commented sincerely. Suddenly, her breasts were firmly cupped by powerful hands, causing her heart to pound violently, and she drew in a sharp breath.
“You’re not bad either.” Wang Zhuo reveled in the soft, full sensation in his palms, feeling supremely satisfied. “These treasures are indeed top-grade; no wonder Siyuan praised them repeatedly.”
Ning Yao’s breasts were shaped like perfectly inverted bowls, extremely round. When aroused, her nipples seemed like two bright red lychees, plump and taut. Although their volume wasn't as large as Gan Lin’s, and slightly smaller than Qi Fei’s, they were the ideal, versatile size—fitting beautifully with any style of clothing.
“I really didn’t expect you to be this kind of person,” Ning Yao observed him, as if meeting Wang Zhuo anew.
“Oh?” Wang Zhuo countered with a wicked smile. “Then who would have expected Movie Queen Ning Yao to have a habit of peeping at others?”
Ning Yao argued logically: “I only stumbled upon it accidentally; it was a coincidence.”
“Coincidence for half an hour, and twice at that?” Wang Zhuo laughed as he pulled her toward him.
That excuse truly wouldn't hold up. The encounter was objective coincidence, but her subsequent spying was subjective. Ning Yao couldn't win the argument with Wang Zhuo and could only glare at him in frustration.
“Come here.” Wang Zhuo suddenly patted her shoulder.
Ning Yao looked at him in surprise as he stood up, walked to the inner side of the bed, and sat on the wide windowsill. His bare legs spread in an ‘A’ shape, and he beckoned her with a mischievous grin.
A tent rose high in the center of his baggy beach shorts—Ning Yao instantly understood his intention!
“Don’t even think about it!” She immediately shook her head like a rattle drum!
“Good sister, come on,” Wang Zhuo whined playfully.
“You can forget about it; it’s impossible,” Ning Yao stated with unusual firmness.
Truly worthy of being a Movie Queen; her acting was spot on! Wang Zhuo praised inwardly. He leaned forward and grabbed her elbow.
Ning Yao struggled a few times but was quickly pulled close to him, like an eagle dragging a chick. Her beautiful breasts swayed in waves with the movement, making Wang Zhuo even harder. With one arm wrapping around the back of her head, his other hand impatiently began to pull down his beach shorts.
“How can you be like this? This is too much!” Ning Yao struggled with all her might, but her strength didn't match her expression; she wasn't exerting much force at all.
What is feigned resistance? This is feigned resistance! Even an idiot could tell she was putting on a show. If she were truly resisting firmly, she would have already broken free of Wang Zhuo’s grasp and run out of the room!
However, the effect of this contrived visual was quite stunning. This kind of teasing was a first for Wang Zhuo, instantly stirring his savage desires. He pressed down on her constantly moving head and said darkly, “Behave yourself. Open up!”
Ning Yao was startled and looked up, only to see the unconcealed smile hidden in Wang Zhuo’s eyes and brows. Only then did she realize Wang Zhuo was bluffing and not actually getting angry enough to turn vicious.
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