If Heaven Has Feelings (Chapter 96)

"Turn around first," Mei Yu said, biting her lower lip, her jade-like face slightly shy.
Just two hours ago, we had engaged in an intense, endless lovemaking in this very library, until the delicate
and slender Mei Yu was completely exhausted and lost in a daze, before I finally ejaculated freely inside her exquisite, porcelain-like body
. Afterwards, we rested for half an hour, embracing each other, on that large mahogany desk, gradually regaining
our strength. However, the first command Mei Yu gave me after we got off the mahogany desk surprised me
.
"Why?" I asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Why are you asking so many questions? Just turn around when I tell you to," Mei Yu said, lightly stamping her foot in a coquettish tone.
This coquettish charm, so rare to see in the usually aloof Mei Yu,
captivated me with her occasional glimpses of her feminine side. Completely mesmerized, I turned away, listening to the rustling
of fabric behind me. Unable to contain my curiosity, I calculated that about 30 seconds had passed before
stealthily turning back to peek at Mei Yu.
Beside the large mahogany desk, Mei Yu knelt on the floor, her head bowed. Her silky black hair, streaked with chestnut brown,
cascaded down, obscuring most of her face. The upper part of her black silk gown
completely covered her fair body, but the long skirt was lifted and hung over her shoulders
, revealing the smooth, delicate curves of her lower body.
Her two slender, smooth, white legs, like lotus roots, were pressed tightly together. Her beautiful, crescent-shaped feet were encased in 11-
centimeter stiletto camellia sandals, making her two cone-shaped, white calves appear even longer and more exquisite
. At the base of her plump, white, and shapely thighs, a heart-shaped arc was formed. In the center of that perfect heart-shaped arc, her
petal-shaped vulva, flattened between her two long, white legs, and the tuft of soft pubic hair above it were clearly visible.
Judging from the shape of the swollen, bright red petals at the entrance of her vagina, Mei Yu was tightening her legs inward.
It was unclear which part of her body she was using to exert force, but above the soft, clean pubic hair, her smooth,
flat, snow-white abdomen slowly concave. Below, a stream of
cloudy white liquid mixed with transparent secretions flowed from the bright red petals of her private parts, landing precisely on her slender, white hand that was extended below her vagina. In her palm, she
was holding a long, smoky gray gauze scarf, catching the male essence squeezed out from her body.
In the dim light, Mei Yu's naked, smooth, white lower body resembled a jade vase,
with a regular flow of whitish liquid from the swollen, red petals of her vase. This usually aloof and reserved
socialite was now parted, her long, elegant legs spread wide, her tender lower
body, recently ravaged by male instruments, flowing with an incredibly ambiguous and lascivious fluid. The contrast was stark, yet it was filled with a captivating
erotic beauty.
After Mei Yu's snow-white abdomen contracted and retracted several times, the fluid from her vulva finally stopped flowing, and
the long, smoky gray gauze in her hand was now covered in whitish liquid.
"Mei, what are you doing?" I said, pretending to have just turned around.
Mei Yu had already stood up from the floor, lowering the hem of her silk evening gown to cover her
smooth, white lower body. She casually folded a long, smoky gray handkerchief and
placed it into her silver snakeskin handbag. Her demeanor and actions made it impossible to imagine that this noble and aloof beauty
had recently used an extremely indecent position to expel the male semen that had been ejaculated inside her, and then concealed
the handkerchief, stained with evidence of their lovemaking, into her expensive handbag.
"Hurry up and pack up, it's getting late, don't arouse suspicion," Mei Yu said calmly.
She lightly stepped onto the slightly trembling floor, picked up the dark brown silk panties that had fallen to the floor, and
nestled her jade-like body into the leather sofa beside her. Her long black silk skirt naturally lifted, and her slender hands spread
the silk panties open, slipping them onto her delicate feet clad in 11-centimeter stiletto camellia sandals. Then
, she lifted her other long, slender, white leg and slipped the other side of the panties over. As she stood up, she
gently pulled the panties back up, her white, vase-like lower body flashing before my eyes before being quickly concealed by the drooping silk skirt
. Mei Yu was now dressed as neatly as when she had entered the room.
Like a husband admiring his wife, I quietly watched Mei Yu take out a makeup mirror
and lipstick from her silver snakeskin handbag, carefully touching up her makeup in front of the mirror. Her expression while applying makeup was as
beautiful and captivating as Bai Liyuan's, a sight I could never tire of. Her previously loose, flowing hair was now styled into a high bun on her head
, and the pearl-encrusted platinum tiara was back in its proper place. Despite the recent
intense and thrilling sexual encounter, her silk gown remained perfectly wrinkle-free; the high-quality fabric certainly lived up to its
price.
I secretly admired her; even after such a debauched and wanton sexual encounter, Mei Yu
maintained a high degree of self-awareness and self-control. She calmly and methodically cleaned herself and the room,
leaving behind traces of their lovemaking, with the same meticulousness and rigor she displayed when analyzing legal provisions. She was like a finely structured, highly efficient machine, 　　seamlessly concealing
any potential loopholes or flaws . 　　Perhaps Mei Yu never imagined that one day she would apply this professionalism to her affair. 　　When we left the library together, everything inside had returned to how it had been two hours earlier 　　. Apart from a slightly sweet and sour smell, nothing seemed out of the ordinary to the naked eye. However, 　　the evening breeze blowing in through the open French windows quickly dispelled any lingering traces. 　　Mei Yu and I continued walking one after the other. After some touch-ups and tidying up, Mei Yu's 　　appearance was almost identical to an hour ago. Her hair was still so elegant, her 　　face still so aloof, and her demeanor still so graceful. Unless one was paying close attention, one would never see any traces of lovemaking on her 　　. 　　Who could imagine that not long ago, atop this bustling hall, in that spacious and grand library 　　, this elegant beauty was writhing and moaning beneath me; who could imagine that in that…

Beneath her elegant black silk gown, her porcelain-white body, as flawless as a jade statue, was covered in kisses
and finger marks. Who could imagine that this seemingly untouchable socialite
still harbored the thick, white semen of a man who had previously been impregnated in her warm, smooth vulva?
But once Mei Yu put her gifted black silk gown back on,
re-tied her disheveled hair, and meticulously applied her thin red lipstick, she would revert to her former self—
a woman of aloof elegance, cool pride, and regal grace. No one noticed that the beauty's
two long, slender arms, as white as lotus roots, were bare. The smoky gray scarf that had draped over her narrow shoulders was gone
; only I knew it lay quietly in the silver snakeskin handbag Mei Yu was carrying, covered in
a cloudy white fluid mixed with clear secretions from her private parts.
The only flaw was that her once graceful gait had become somewhat slow. Her long legs, clad in 11-centimeter stiletto
camellia sandals, moved cautiously, as if stepping on a knife's edge
. Only I knew that it was because her vulva hadn't been intimate for some time, and after
the ravages of my unusually large penis, it was still swollen and congested. Every step she took could aggravate her
vulva, making each step extremely difficult.
I felt sorry for her, but I couldn't offer her help directly. To avoid arousing suspicion, Mei Yu insisted on
walking down the grand staircase by herself. I deeply admired her courage. Except when she was facing me, she controlled her emotions
exceptionally well, greeting acquaintances without a trace of suspicion and skillfully refusing the advances of men
. Even so, it took her more than ten minutes to cross the entire lobby and reach the elevator at the exit.
The elevator descended to the underground parking garage and stopped. After that intense encounter, Mei Yu was weak and timid.
She almost slipped and fell as she stepped out of the elevator. Seeing that no one was around, I no longer restrained myself and picked her up
. Mei Yu struggled slightly but then yielded to me. She reached out and wrapped her arms around my neck, shyly letting me
hold her against my chest.
I carried her through the dimly lit garage. The woman in the long black silk dress in my arms was light
and weightless; her smooth, boneless body lay like a long snake in my arms. Her delicate,
white hands rested limply on my shoulders, and a faint, refreshing fragrance wafted from her. At that moment, I
truly wished this road could go on forever, so I could carry her like this forever.
We arrived at the familiar Audi A5. Mei Yu opened the door, and seeing her limp body, I simply
laid her down on the back seat. Mei Yu leaned back against the leather sofa. The car's interior was dimly lit
, and the platinum and pearl hair ornament on her high bun shimmered faintly. Her exquisitely beautiful face still had a rosy
glow, and her long eyelashes drooped like fans. Her pair of crystal-clear phoenix eyes were half-closed, as if she were drunk
.
I asked with some concern, "Mei, how are you? Does it still hurt down there?"
Mei Yu bit her lower lip, gave me a reproachful look, and said, "Of course
it hurts! Your thing is so long, and you were so rough, of course it hurts!"
I scratched my head a little embarrassedly and chuckled twice.
"It's not my fault, you ran so far away, preventing me from properly cultivating this fertile land..."
Seeing that I was getting more and more outrageous, Mei Yu, both embarrassed and angry, pinched my arm and scolded, "Shut
up, don't push your luck... Besides, I'm really angry."
I was completely captivated by the charm she was displaying at that moment, and reached out to embrace her fragrant and smooth body,
wanting to kiss her cherry lips, but Mei Yu stopped me with her hand. She shook her head weakly and said, "No, let
me rest for a while, okay?"
Seeing Mei Yu's weak and exhausted appearance after our lovemaking, although she had a unique charm, I also felt some pity for her, so I
didn't continue to demand more. I straightened her skirt, let her lean against the back of the sofa, and put one arm
around her, letting her lean on my shoulder.
However, I wasn't immediately captivated by her beauty, because there was another woman on my mind.
Since meeting Mei Yu, my heart had been entirely focused on her, almost forgetting about Yang Naijin
, who had guided me here. How was she doing?
"By the way, where's Jin'er? Didn't she come with you?"
My question was somewhat unexpected, and I clearly felt the jade-like body in my arms tremble slightly. She seemed unprepared for my
question, and her gaze darted away.
The more I looked at her, the more uneasy I felt, and I continued to press, "Mei, is there anything else you're hiding from me?"
Mei Yu sensed something unusual in my gloomy eyes. She gritted her teeth and said, "Jin'er is in
the ballroom on the 7th floor. I arranged for her to go there."
"Why did you do that?" I frowned deeply, speaking slowly.
"Letting her interact with more young people will be good for her future," Mei Yu said softly, avoiding my gaze and looking out
the window.
Mei Yu's words infuriated me. I hadn't expected that
this was the reason she had been restricting Yang Naijin's freedom of movement and preventing her from contacting me. I despised her self-righteous attitude.
"Jin'er is an adult now. You have no right to interfere in her life. Surely you, a lawyer, don't understand that?
" I said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Of course I know, but how am I supposed to choose? I, as her mother, have had
a relationship with my daughter's boyfriend. How can you expect me to entrust my daughter to you with peace of mind? What kind of future do you think you can give Jin'er
?" Mei Yu's tone was resentful. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was poignant and moving.
Seeing her shoulders trembling, on the verge of tears, my heart softened. I recalled
the scene in the library earlier, where I had ravaged her body, and a wave of pity washed over me. I sighed, reached out and put my arm around her shoulder
, and said softly, "Alright, I know I've wronged Jin'er a lot. I'll treat you and your daughter well. Give me
some more time, okay?"
Mei Yu raised her head, her phoenix eyes already brimming with tears. She bit her lower lip and said, "Gao Yan, you must..."
"Promise me, no matter what you do, don't hurt Jin'er, okay?"
I nodded solemnly, making a promise to Mei Yu, then left her waiting in the car and hurriedly
returned to the 7th floor of the Jun'an Club.
Following Mei Yu's directions, I took the elevator to the 7th-floor ballroom. This ballroom was about the same size as the one upstairs
, but there were no stairs or handrails. The spacious hall was filled with brightly dressed young men and women,
and soft, melodious dance music drifted through the room. The light from the magnificent crystal chandelier was dimmed considerably,
adding a hazy glow to the faces of the men and women in the hall. Groups of neatly dressed men and women were dancing gracefully
, embracing each other. I avoided these people who were engrossed in the music, walking and searching for that familiar figure.
Although the light was dim and there were many people dancing in the hall, I still found Yang Naijin without much effort
, because her appearance was outstanding no matter where she was.
Today, Yang Naijin wore a pure white organza dress. The entire dress, from the neckline to the chest, was made of thin,
light gauze, covered with tiny lace patterns. Her slender, fair arms were exposed below the short, fluttering sleeves.
The dress's hemline was just above the knee, with wavy patterns on the umbrella-shaped organza skirt.
Below the skirt, her two long, slender white legs leaned casually to one side. Her delicate, white feet were encased in a pair of
7-centimeter silver rhinestone-studded high-heeled sandals. The rhinestone-encrusted straps covered her fair,
slender feet, and the sparkling rhinestones shimmered under the lights, making her delicate, white feet appear even
more beautiful.
She rarely wore her long, smooth black hair in a bun at the back of her head,
secured with a white lace headband studded with rhinestones, which in the shadows resembled a shimmering galaxy swirling behind her head.
Below her neatly trimmed bangs were a pair of high, thick, dark eyebrows, and below her high, slender, white nose, her
thin lips, inherited from her mother, were painted with pink lip gloss. Her naturally pointed chin was as charming as a water chestnut. However,
the expression on this lovable little face was somewhat melancholy. Her bright, sparkling eyes listlessly glanced at
the men and women dancing in the hall, and her usually upturned lips drooped absentmindedly, like a
beautiful but lifeless doll.
At this moment, a girl as exquisite as a Barbie doll, dressed in a white dress, sat on a chair in the rest area .
Beside her sat three handsome young men in their early twenties, dressed in high-end designer suits
, their crisp white shirts adorned with solid-colored bow ties. Their youthful faces radiated confidence bordering on arrogance, clearly
indicating they came from wealthy and influential families.
These three young men surrounded Yang Naijin, and I recognized the look in their eyes—
the reaction of hunters upon spotting their prey. Although their manners were polite, it was obvious they were all vying
for attention, eager to win the beauty's favor before their companions, to prove their own superiority.
However, despite their various tactics, Yang Naijin remained unmoved. She sat elegantly
in her chair, letting the men employ their moves, a hint of anxiety on her small face, her eyes
darting around the hall as if searching for someone.
Because of Mei Yu, I was more than an hour late, and I felt
a pang of guilt for making the young lady wait so long. I quickened my pace and walked towards her.
As I got closer, Yang Naijin's figure became clearer in my eyes. Her movements and mannerisms were
exactly as Mei Yu had always required of her to be ladylike, but she looked dazed, as if her mind had already
transcended the things in front of her. No matter how the handsome and well-dressed young men around her tried to
please her, they could not bring out her usual innocent and sweet smile.
She remained unmoved by the young men's advances, which only fueled their desire to conquer her.
Each one tried to prove their charm and worth before her,
displaying themselves like a flock of peacocks, their competitive spirit making them resentful of anyone else who interfered with
their plans. A tense undercurrent was brewing among the young men; the atmosphere was like a powder
keg ready to ignite at any moment, sparking an uncontrollable battle.
"Xiao Jin, Milan Fashion Week starts next month. I've already booked the front row seats, just waiting for
you to come with me to the shows," said a handsome man in a white tuxedo and a red polka-dot bow tie.
He had thick, neat bangs, fair skin as smooth as an egg, and a very gentle voice
. He was impeccably dressed from head to toe, like a beautifully packaged candy.
"Thank you, but I have an interview assignment and need to attend the World Economic Forum Annual Meeting. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to
Fashion Week." Although Yang Naijin's reply was polite, her refusal was quite clear.
Seeing the handsome man's dejected expression, the other men's eyes flashed with strange expressions. Some were
secretly pleased that one less competitor had emerged, some felt a sense of balance seeing others being rejected as well, and many more were
eager to show themselves.
"This year's Summer Davos Forum is being held in Beijing. Leaders from the political and economic circles of the world will be attending
. I wonder which aspect you are most interested in, Ms. Yang?" The speaker was a young man of about 28 years old. He
wore a well-fitting black tuxedo and bow tie, his hair was neatly combed back, and he wore gold-
rimmed glasses. His fair and slender face looked quite refined.
"'Innovation drives economic growth' is one of the themes of this year's annual meeting, and my interview assignment mainly focuses on this
aspect," Yang Naijin replied softly, clearly interested in the topic.
"Haha, what a coincidence! This year's annual meeting is hosted by the Ministry of Commerce, and I happen to be in charge of organizing the media outreach
. Just let me know what you need, and I can handle their schedule. Even
having lunch with Bill Gates is no problem!" The bespectacled man clapped his hands, speaking eloquently and enthusiastically
.
He had originally thought that his impressive background and professional skills would impress this stunningly beautiful girl
, but Yang Naijin remained unmoved. She simply smiled faintly and said, "Thank you, but I'm more..."
"What interests me is how to improve the entrepreneurial environment for business owners; perhaps I don't need to trouble you with that."
Although slightly frustrated, the bespectacled man persisted in trying to find topics to discuss. However, Yang Naijin remained
indifferent, turning her head to look at the elegantly dressed and bustling hall, her beautiful eyes revealing an unspeakable sadness and melancholy.
"Such a charming evening, it would be a pity to waste it on boring topics." With a slightly
hoarse voice, a long-haired man approached. He wore a blue shawl-collar suit,
an orange scarf peeking out from his open shirt collar. His long, well-defined face was tanned dark, and his long, center-parted hair cascaded freely
around his ears, complementing his subtle smile, giving him a rather masculine charm.
The bespectacled man frowned at the unexpected intrusion, but
upon recognizing the long-haired man, he quickly swallowed the rebuke that had been on the tip of his tongue, as if he recognized the man.
"My beautiful lady, you must be thirsty. I've brought you a homemade sweet
drink; I hope you'll do me the honor." The man had a rugged appearance, but spoke quite politely.
He held two inverted trapezoidal cocktail glasses, the liquid inside as red as blood,
shimmering like amber under the light, each with a cherry on the rim.
"Excuse me, I don't drink alcoholic beverages," Yang Naijin smiled slightly at him, her voice apologetic
.
"Don't worry, it's just Sprite and cherry juice. Or you can have this one I haven't even touched,"
the long-haired man explained confidently, handing him his cocktail while simultaneously bringing
the one originally intended for Yang Naijin to his lips and drinking half of it.
His actions and demeanor exuded ease, his handsome dark face remaining perfectly still. Yang Naijin
seemed unsure how to refuse his advances. Just as she was looking at the blood-red cocktail in front of her
, torn between the two, a large hand reached out from the side and snatched it away.
Yang Naijin and the long-haired man turned around simultaneously. One's face lit up with surprise,
while the other frowned slightly.
I finished the bright red cocktail in one gulp, then held it up to the light for a closer look.
I tapped the trapezoidal glass with my fingertip and said, "This Manhattan looks nice, but there
's way too much whiskey in it. Using this kind of trick to deceive girls isn't something a man should do."
Ever since I appeared, Yang Naijin's beautiful eyes seemed glued to me. My words reminded her of
the Long Island Iced Tea she drank at Shangri-La last year. The experience of being tricked
made her indignant, and any slight goodwill she had towards the long-haired man vanished instantly. Instead, she glared at him with utter disgust
.
Since I appeared, all the men's eyes have been on me. Everyone is surprised and speculating.
They are surprised that Yang Naijin, who had been aloof all night, would be moved by a man. They are speculating about
who this man who has won the beauty's heart is, and what makes him superior to these wealthy heirs
. You know, they are either sons of high-ranking officials or some of the richest second-generation in the country, each of them always
pampered. If Yang Naijin weren't so stunning, why would they lower themselves to fawn over her?
After I exposed the long-haired man's trick, a slightly sullen look appeared on his face. He carefully scrutinized my rather shrewd appearance
, as if trying to figure out my background. I didn't care about his gaze; I just looked at Yang
Naijin earnestly and said softly, "Jin, may I have this dance?"
Yang Naijin's starry eyes lit up with ecstatic joy. She stood up gracefully, placed her
slender hand in my large palm, and walked into the hall with her long, beautiful legs. We assumed our ballroom
dance poses, and like butterflies flitting among flowers, we danced in the shimmering lights and melodious music of the dance floor
.
Just then, the music changed to a slower, more leisurely tune. Yang Naijin's arm rested on my shoulder; her
height, combined with her 11-centimeter stilettos, allowed us to face each other perfectly. Her fresh and lovely girlish
scent wafted into my nostrils. Her delicate face looked exceptionally beautiful under the lights. The rhinestone hairband tied on her forehead
floated in the air like starlight. With each step she took, her white organza skirt, like an umbrella
, spread out like lotus leaves. Her two long, white legs, like cranes, moved with light, delicate steps, creating a joyful
rhythm as I led her.
This was our first time dancing, but her steps were very skillful, likely a family tradition passed down from Mei Yu.
I, on the other hand, had been personally instructed by Mei Yu and had already mastered this intimate game between men and women. So, we quickly embraced and became
immersed in the intoxicating dance. My steps were steady and measured, my back straight as a spear
; Yang Naijin, however, moved gracefully and freely with the music, her long legs swaying and
rising as if springs had been implanted in them.
All eyes in the hall were fixed on the couple, a man and a woman of similar age. They
were a match made in heaven in terms of height, build, and appearance; the man was tall, handsome, and exuded masculine charm, while the woman was slender,
beautiful, and youthful—a golden couple, attracting everyone's attention.
However, the women's gazes were mostly filled with envy and jealousy, while the men's gazes were mostly resentment and hostility,
especially those wealthy scions who had been rejected by Yang Naijin before.
They all wanted to tear me, this uninvited guest who had suddenly appeared and stolen their goddess, apart. If looks could kill, I'd probably be dead many
times over by now.
Seeing our intimacy, the men who had initially harbored illusions were all disheartened. The bespectacled,
refined man snorted heavily, turned away with a disdainful expression, and glanced
at the other beauties in the room. The fringe-haired man stared at Yang Naijin for a long time with a sorrowful expression, but eventually withdrew and
walked straight out of the hall. Only the long-haired man remained standing there. He had been belittled by me earlier
, but unlike the others, he wasn't angered or showed any remorse. As if nothing had happened
, he leisurely sipped his cocktail and flirted with other beauties passing by, but his eyes would occasionally
sweep over us, a half-smile playing on his lips, as if he were plotting something.
As we danced, we shared our feelings of longing for each other. According to Yang Naijin,
after returning to Yanjing with Mei Yu, she discovered that her employer, *New Finance* media, had transferred her to their Yanjing bureau. This
coincidence could only have been orchestrated by Mei Yu, but she still couldn't understand why her mother had taken her
away from Huaihai, away from the Bai family home where they had lived for over two months, and why the departure was so hasty and urgent
, as if to escape some danger.
Despite her many doubts and questions, Yang Naijin tried her best to comply with her mother, because her mother
had always been a sacred and perfect figure in her heart, and she had already devoted herself to her father and family.
She couldn't refuse her mother's requests, so Yang Naijin accepted this reality with this mindset.
She quickly adapted to life in Yanjing and threw herself into her work with great enthusiasm.
However, one thing Yang Naijin couldn't accept was Mei Yu's obvious change in attitude towards me
. She not only forbade Yang Naijin from contacting me but also explicitly expressed her disapproval of our relationship.
Yang Naijin couldn't understand or accept this abrupt change in her mother. She couldn't figure out what I had done
to make her mother so disgusted with me, to the point of wanting to break us up.
However, Mei Yu never explained what the problem was; she only stated unequivocally that I wasn't
a suitable marriage partner and that for her daughter's future happiness, she had to sever all ties with me. Although
Mei Yu's reasons were vague, her attitude was resolute, albeit with an
unusual air about her—an unusual air that made Yang Naijin uneasy. But for a long time, Mei Yu's authority had left her powerless to resist
.
Moreover, Mei Yu strictly controlled her life and social interactions, cutting off all contact between Yang Naijin and me.
Out of desperation, Yang Naijin had no choice but to obey her mother's arrangements, hiding her deep affection for me and temporarily
throwing herself into her work. Furthermore, the more complex and diverse news environment in Yanjing occupied most of her
time. Back home, with her intelligent and insightful mother, she simply had no time to think about our relationship
. Therefore, I received no news from Yang Naijin during this period, and this was the reason
.
While Yang Naijin could tolerate the temporary inability to communicate with me, another
action of Mei Yu greatly displeased her. Whether intentional or unintentional, Mei Yu abandoned her previous reserved demeanor and began to
enthusiastically participate in various social events, frequently attending high-level social occasions in Yanjing, always bringing her
daughter along. In her words, she wanted to elevate Yang Naijin's social circle.
What embarrassed Yang Naijin was that every time she attended these social events, she would encounter young, unmarried
men, all wealthy and from prominent families. Upon seeing Yang Naijin's beauty,
they would become infatuated and shower her with attention. Yang Naijin was overwhelmed by their behavior, but Mei Yu showed no
consideration for her daughter's feelings. Mei Yu seemed to enjoy this situation, frequently taking her to these events, seemingly
secretly encouraging her daughter to find new boyfriends.
However, no matter how much Mei Yu encouraged this, and no matter how outstanding the second-generation political and business figures
were, Yang Naijin could not forget her love for Mei Yu and remained indifferent to them. This cold attitude
earned her the nickname "Ice Beauty," which quickly spread throughout Beijing's social circles, attracting
even more suitors, all of whom Yang Naijin rejected.
Even Mei Yu was helpless against her daughter's uncooperative attitude, but she still didn't give up any
opportunity, keeping her daughter by her side at all times. This was partly to prevent Yang Naijin from contacting me, and partly
to allow her daughter to meet as many outstanding unmarried men as possible. Tonight's party at the Jun'an Club
was no exception; high-ranking officials from Yanjing's political and business circles would be gathering there, and a separate
venue had been set up specifically for the next generation. Mei Yu naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity, having booked it a week in advance.
That very day, Yang Naijin received my text message. Seeing that her lover had arrived in Yanjing, she could no longer suppress
her feelings and managed to reply to my message, asking me to come find her at the party that evening. That's how I was able
to find them.
We danced and chatted, our steps never faltering. After the dance, the two were tightly embracing in
the middle of the dance floor, their eyes seemingly magnetically drawn, unable to look away, each able to hear the other's breath.
Yang Naijin, still flushed from her dance, exuded a captivating charm .
Her eyes sparkled with unspoken emotions, a bead of sweat glistening on her forehead under the lamplight. Excited
, her breathing quickened, even the fine downy hairs on her lips trembled. Her breasts
swayed gently with her breath, like young poplars swaying in spring.
I gently embraced her slender waist, feeling the smooth, supple skin of the young girl, my heart filled with a myriad of emotions
.
These past few days, I've been captivated by Bai Liyuan's sensual relationship with her as both mother and wife. Even when I occasionally think of Mei
Yu and her daughter, the image of the mother comes first, leaving little room for the daughter. Honestly
, I realized my desire for Yang Naijin wasn't as strong as for Bai Mei. Although her looks and temperament were no less
impressive, my attitude towards her was always somewhere between a girlfriend and a younger sister, unlike my feelings for Mei Yu, where I was determined
to possess her.
But Yang Naijin's unwavering devotion deeply moved me. We'd only known each other for a year,
and our time together wasn't long, yet she loved me steadfastly, always treating me as her fiancé. Whether
facing external temptations or her mother's pressure and manipulation, she waited for me with unwavering devotion—a kind of
passion I had never experienced before.
A sudden, inexplicable stirring welled up within me. Standing in this crowded hall, surrounded by
men and women with their own hidden agendas, their cold, malicious gazes sweeping over us, I stood firm as a
mountain, a protective instinct rising within me.
The girl in my arms loved me, needed me, and I would cherish her with all my might; no one could take her away
.
"Jin'er, come with me. I'll never leave you again." I wrapped my arms around Yang Naijin,
staring intently at her, speaking with utmost sincerity.
I felt the delicate body in my arms tremble slightly. Yang Naijin was now held in my strong arms,
one of her smooth, white arms resting on my shoulder. As I lifted her other arm, her breasts
rose, her small nipples fluttering. Her not-so-full breasts pressed against my shirt,
the shape of her nipples visible through the thin fabric.
Her bright, clear eyes seemed to shimmer with tears, her thin, red lips slightly parted,
as if unable to bear the heat in my gaze. She lowered her head shyly and said, "Mmm." Yang Naijin's reply was extremely soft, like the chirping of an ant, but I could hear the firmness 　　and joy
in her voice . 　　We didn't need words; we exchanged a knowing glance and turned to face the door. 　　Two lithe figures, one in black and one in white, moved nimbly through the crowd. They possessed enviable tall, slender figures and handsome 　　faces, like a perfect couple crafted by the Creator, 　　a fact confirmed by the genuine smiles on their faces. 　　Wherever they went, people spontaneously parted, seemingly awestruck by their good looks, or 　　perhaps admiring their blissful demeanor. They stood frozen, watching as 　　two slender, jade-like legs, beneath the hem of a white organza skirt, followed the tall, imposing figure, disappearing into 　　the hall's entrance. 　　The music resumed, and couples of elegantly dressed men and women danced again, but the most 　　dazzling couple was gone, leaving only their unsuccessful suitors shaking their heads and sighing in disappointment.

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