【Seductive Girl】(9)

Chapter Nine
. Meng Yao suffered from insomnia. He tossed and turned in bed all night, unable to fall asleep, his mind replaying
An Qi's every smile and gesture.
Meng Jie was right; he was indeed suppressing his true feelings.
He hadn't fallen in love with An Qi from the start. Initially, he genuinely resisted her absurd love at first sight, even finding it repulsive
. But somehow, he gradually found his gaze drawn to her vibrant energy, even increasingly
enjoying the sweet words uttered from her luscious lips. Even her
pouting expression when she tried to break him up with other women seemed adorable to him…
However, this sudden change was a double-edged sword, bringing him both secret joy and deep unease.
Neither feeling was good for him.
Whether viewed from the perspective of an older brother or a man, it's clear to anyone with eyes that Meng Jie's devotion to An Qi far
exceeds the bounds of affection for a younger sister!
He was slow to realize it; even if An Qi openly admitted she loved him, what right did he have to fight for her? In fact,
An Qi loved him to the point of madness. With just a word from him, she would rush into his arms without the slightest hesitation.
So, what was Meng Jie supposed to do?
He was steady, responsible, and a completely reliable man. He wanted his family to live a
comfortable life and did his best to maintain family harmony… but these very virtues became his greatest
weakness in love.
Meng Jie was his only younger brother, and his affection for Meng Jie was no less than Meng Jie's for An Qi.
Meng Jie was the luckiest person; from a young age, whatever toys he wanted, even if his parents wouldn't buy them, Meng Yao would pretend
to be Santa Claus and secretly place the gifts by his bedside while everyone else was asleep. Meng Jie was impulsive and often
provoked older students at school, threatening to fight. If Meng Jie came home bruised and battered, Meng Yao would be furious and seek
revenge…
Such incidents were numerous, demonstrating his meticulous protection of Meng Jie. However,
the appearance of Meng Anqi derailed everything.
The transformation from dislike to affection was beyond Meng Yao's control, and the real pain came during the long
period that followed.
He wasn't a saint; he couldn't turn back time and extinguish his feelings for her. Yet, he couldn't
allow himself to be selfish. He knew that revealing his feelings for Anqi would cause immense harm to Meng Jie. All he
could do was try to destroy Anqi's adoration and nip any budding love in the bud.
Therefore, he coldly hurt her, feigning indifference to highlight Meng Jie's goodness and make her understand that
Meng Jie was her guardian angel.
What he hadn't expected was that Meng Jie also possessed eyes that could see right through people. This meant he could no longer deceive
anyone; he... loved An Qi.
Like someone imprisoned for a lifetime, the long-suppressed emotions, once released from their shackles,
burned fiercely, unquenchable even by a torrent of rain. He longed to embrace her, kiss her, cherish her, but her heart was already dead. Even though she tried to maintain her
innocent and lively demeanor, her shifty, gloomy pupils had lost their vibrant light, becoming as still as a
stagnant pool.
"Sigh..." Meng Yao sighed deeply, but couldn't shake the gloom in his heart.
With a "whoosh!" he got out of bed and drew back the curtains. The gentle sunlight felt
blinding to his tired eyes, which had been weary from a sleepless night.
He knew that drinking coffee on an empty stomach was bad for his stomach, but he needed a strong dose of caffeine to perk himself up.
"An Qi, so early?" Coincidentally, they both left the room at the same time. "Are you going out?" He noticed she
was neatly dressed, holding a newspaper.
"Yeah, I'm off!" His unkempt, disheveled appearance stirred something within her, but she
still smiled brightly.
"Wait!" he called after her. "Where are you going? Have you had breakfast?"
"Wow… acting like a big brother now?" Angie grinned mischievously.
"I…" Meng Yao stammered, unable to answer for a moment.
"Haha, I'm just kidding! I'll go have breakfast first and then look for a job!" she waved the tissue in her hand.
Hearing this, his sharply defined eyebrows furrowed into two small mountains. "Why are you thinking of working? Isn't your allowance enough?"
She shook her head slightly. "No way! I'm just sitting at home doing nothing anyway, and watching TV every day gets boring!
Why not find a job to keep myself busy?"
"You could go shopping with friends, go to the beauty salon! Isn't that what you women love?"
"Please, if you don't let me learn to be independent, do you expect me to be a freeloader for life?" She rolled her eyes.
"I don't mind." If she wanted, he would spoil her rotten.
"I don't want to!" She stuck her tongue out at him. "I've been a pampered princess for too long, I
need to go out and experience life!"
"If you want to find something to do, you can come back and be my secretary." He just didn't want to let her soar, afraid her
heart would drift further and further away from him.
She exaggeratedly took three steps back. "Brother, stop messing around! You know I'm completely hopeless with computers!"
"Then why did you go to such lengths to get into Meng's in the first place?" Knowing she wanted to escape the past, he still reminded her.
She gave a dry laugh, "That was then, people's thoughts always change!" Her palms were unusually sweaty,
so she hid them behind her back and wiped them on her clothes.
"Can you tell me what changed your mind?" He impatiently moved closer to her until
her back was against the wall. This change came too quickly, catching him off guard.
"This...how should I know? People always have to look forward...Brother, why are you so close? You
can't say things like that!" His scent was like a drug, making her thoughts muddled, and she kept shrinking away.
"Aren't you going back to school?" Hearing her heart pounding like a drum slightly eased his depressed mood,
because it meant that he wasn't completely indifferent to her.
"Even if I want to study, I'll have to wait until next year. I don't want to repeat the same course twice!" She was only up to
his shoulder, which made her somewhat relieved; at least she didn't have to make eye contact with him. "Big brother, could you move a little further away
? It's hard for me to talk to you like this..."
"No." He was pleased with her embarrassment and refused decisively. "Also, don't call me big brother, I don't like it."
He placed his arms on either side of her head, lowering his tall frame with one leg in front of the other.
"Why? You are the big brother!" Good heavens, what an ambiguous position! She could even smell
his unique masculine scent... No! If this continued, she was afraid she would be bewitched again. "I'm going out,
move away!"
She tried to push him away, but he was like a mountain, making it impossible for her to move an inch even with all her strength.
He grabbed her arms and stretched them out to the sides, pressing his chest against her upper body with a wicked charm. "I
never say it twice. You're not allowed to call me 'Big Brother,' understand?"
"You!" Her head was spinning. This scoundrel was actually rubbing his bulging pectoral muscles against her breasts?! "
Get away! We're siblings, how can you do this to me?"
"What's this? Have you forgotten we've done much more intense things? Or do you need me to help you recover
your memory?" He said, forcefully thrusting his lower abdomen against her softness.
She stared silently at his exquisitely sculpted features, needing all her strength to calm her flustered heart. "
Let go of me! This shouldn't be between us."
"Why shouldn't it be? I remember you used to never care about these things." He tightened his grip on her two delicate hands,
trying to convey his deep affection through their warmth.
"That's all in the past." A bitter, aching feeling gathered in her nose, and she turned her face away defiantly.
"Who said she would love me until the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled, that even in death her soul would follow me? Yet you so easily
abandoned me." His sensual lips darted to her fragrant neck, kissing her, his low, husky voice like fine wine invading
her senses.
"Let me go!" The memories of the past were like a road splattered with broken glass, each step
causing excruciating pain and drawing blood. She pushed him away violently, her taut nerves exploding instantly. "Meng Yao,
you've changed!"
"You're the one who's changed. I've already removed the mask you wanted, only to be rewarded with this false facade." He
spoke calmly, preferring her furious curses to her indifference.
"Haha!" she sneered, her tear-filled eyes bearing deep wounds. "I don't understand
what you're saying at all. Isn't this what you wanted most? Or do you think I'm not playing the role of your sister
well enough? Then tell me, what will satisfy you? Tell me!" The throbbing pain in her chest immersed her in
endless sorrow. She screamed at the top of her lungs, only able to suppress her grief with more agitated body language
.
"Anqi, that's not what I meant!" Pity welled up in Meng Yao's heart. He hadn't meant to force her
into this state!
But in the midst of the chaos, she quickly put on a mask of indifference, stubbornly raising her chin, and uttering
words of utter despair. "No matter what you mean, I'm too lazy to continue this pointless discussion. Even
if you're my older brother, that doesn't stop me from having the right to be independent."
"Why are you so stubborn? What kind of good job do you think you can find outside with your qualifications?
Come to Meng's! I'll arrange a position you like." This was his concession. She had miscarried, and even though she
was fine now, a huge shadow still loomed over him. He couldn't bear to let her suffer any more.
"I appreciate your kindness, but I'm not a parasitic plant that needs constant pampering. Besides, I'm
almost twenty. Staying home all day doing nothing, aren't you afraid people will laugh their heads off?"
"No one will laugh at you. Whoever dares to laugh at you, I'll have them taught a lesson!" In the end, Meng Yao just wouldn't let her go.
"But I'll despise myself!" Didn't he understand? She tried so hard to downplay her feelings for him, how
could she still foolishly work by his side? "Just consider it my rebellious phase. I want to go out and see the world,
and I also want to have a boyfriend and experience the feeling of being in love..."
"No!" He glared at her fiercely, his biggest worry being that she would run off with another man.
He hadn't expected her to actually have such thoughts.
"Why don't you allow it? Humph, I'll show you!" With that, Anqi tossed her flowing hair and
walked past Meng Yao.
"I won't stop you from seeing the world, but you'd better advise your boss that
hiring the Meng family's heiress will come at a price." The implication was that if he found out where she worked,
he would do anything to ruin the company. "Whether I have the ability or not, you should know very well."
Meng Yao knew his actions were unreasonable, but her indifference made his usually exceptional rationality vanish
. Her rejection summoned a rare, domineering side of him. After countless twists and turns,
she had finally managed to untangle the knot with Meng Jie, only to undergo a complete 360-degree transformation, becoming unfamiliar and distant. This Meng Anqi
was someone he had never known before.
Her teeth were clenched tightly, her heaving chest seemingly suppressing the raging fire within her. "Fine,
do whatever makes you happy!"
"Anqi, I..."
"I don't want to hear you!" She childishly covered her ears and shook her head violently, storming into the room in front of him and
slamming the door shut in a huff.
Meng Yao stared at the door for a long time, his right hand rising and falling as if to knock.
Anqi's strong and resolute attitude made his heart sink. Who could teach him, what could
he possibly do to win back the heart he had so cruelly destroyed?
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Meng Yao, his face frosty, swirled his wine glass. Each time his eyes glanced at the clock on the wall, his expression
grew increasingly grim.
The argument from days ago, though it had forcefully curbed her desire for independence, he knew he
hadn't won. It was as if the roles had been reversed; now, he was the one waiting in the living room every night.
Since that day, An Qi had refused to speak a single word to him, even though she knew he
insisted on seeing her return to her room every night before going back to his own. This didn't shake her resolve to resist him
.
Initially, he had been frustrated by her coldness, but later, he realized that compared to her twelve-year-long love,
his was truly insignificant.
So, what could he do to win her forgiveness? Did he have to fairly compensate for twelve years of her life? He
was willing, yet feared that she might leap into another man's arms before he could react…
"Damn it!" The ticking of the second hand seemed to mock him, filling him with a mix of emotions.
He tossed his hand and downed a bottle of strong, aged whiskey.
It was past midnight, and Anqi was still nowhere to be seen. She had never come home this late before! This made him start to worry.
Suddenly, the sound of a key turning was exceptionally clear in the quiet room. He held his breath, unsure whether
to appear stern or cheerful.
The next second, he knew he didn't need to think about it, because entering the room was a wretched-looking Qi Yanming
and a completely drunk Anqi.
"What's going on here?" Meng Yao stared grimly at the person swaying drunk in Qi Yanming's arms.
"No...it's not my fault, it's because Anqi wouldn't listen to my advice and kept drinking..." Qi Yanming quickly passed
the hot potato back to Meng Yao, inwardly groaning. He was already pitiful enough, first being tormented by a crazy woman all night, and now having to face the "shit-faced" King of Hell. He really didn't know how much 　　money
he owed Meng in his past life . 　　"Why did she go out drinking with you? Was there anyone else besides you?" Anqi was held securely in Meng Yao's 　　arms. From her occasional babbling, it was clear she wasn't completely drunk, but he was still afraid that her incoherent state might lead to someone 　　taking advantage of her. 　　It's all because of you—of course! Qi Yanming only dared to shout this in his heart. 　　"No, it was just the two of us. She said she was in a bad mood and insisted on dragging me out drinking, and she mistook me for 　　you..." Qi Yanming hesitated, wondering whether he should tell Meng Yao about the abuse he had suffered. 　　"What did she do to you?" Meng Yao asked urgently. Qi Yanming's stammering startled him. 　　Could she have forced herself on him? 　　"Actually, it's nothing! Just like that, it doesn't hurt much..." Qi Yanming pulled up his sleeves, revealing 　　red and purple marks on his slender, fair arms. It was clear at a glance that these were 　　the work of someone who had chewed on a chicken leg with their teeth. 　　The marks were quite frightening, making Meng Yao shudder. 　　"Uh... thank you for your hard work." Seeing that Qi Yanming had suffered ten cruel tortures for him, Meng Yao's icy face softened 　　considerably. 　　Sure enough, being handsome has its advantages. Meng Yao's words immediately soothed Qi Yanming's grievances, 　　and two blushes even appeared on his refined, fair face. 　　"Never mind, I'm fine! You hurry up and take care of Anqi! I have to go home now." Qi Yanming 　　had only taken one step when he suddenly turned back to look at Meng Yao with a serious expression. "Brother Meng, can I ask you for 　　a favor?" 　　"Go ahead." To be honest, Meng Yao was still not used to interacting with men whose names started with "G 　　". "I hope you'll treat Anqi better." 　　"Um... I will." Meng Yao felt ashamed. He hadn't expected Qi Yanming to care so much about Anqi, 　　while he had been judging him with worldly standards. Qi Yanming flashed an exceptionally bright smile—he could finally be spared 　　the fate 　　of being poisoned by "Crazy Anqi" ! 　　Meng Yao never expected that their thoughts were completely different, so far apart! 　　* **Romantic Club Exclusive Production** * **Romantic Club** * **Romantic Club** * **Romantic Club Exclusive 　　Production** * 　　**"Hmm..." Angie's soft body touched the bed, immediately emitting a cat-like whimper. 　　* **Meng Yao shook his head helplessly, took off her shoes, and brought a glass of warm water to the bedside table. 　　* **"Angie, wake up!" He propped her up, gently patting her flushed face. 　　* **"So noisy..." She reluctantly opened her hazy eyes, suddenly bursting into a silly laugh. * **"Ha... 　　you know how powerful I am now...uh...I've practiced, you know...uh..." she said, hiccuping repeatedly 　　. 　　* **"Okay, okay, you're amazing, you're good!" Meng Yao helplessly picked up the glass and fed her water. * 　　**Angie, in a daze, gulped down a mouthful of water, only to spit it all out the next moment.** "You stinky Yanming... I told 　　you to bring me some wine... What kind of junk are you giving me to drink? Hurry up... Tonight, how about... no... Hey, no what 　　again?" "No drinking, no going home 　　." Looking at the water stains on each other's clothes, Meng Yao rolled his eyes at An Qi. 　　"Yes, it's... no drinking, no going home! Hehe..." Her slender fingers waved in the air. 　　"Stop messing around, why are you drinking like that? You'll have a terrible hangover tomorrow morning... An Qi?" 　　Halfway through her sentence, An Qi suddenly cupped Meng Yao's face, staring intently at him. 　　She was practically nose-to-nose against him. "You dare to scold me? You're also at fault for all of this!" 　　"Uh..." Where was she even talking about now? "You shouldn't have encouraged me, you know that?" 　　A touch of melancholy crept onto An Qi's delicate face. "If... if you had told me to give up sooner, 　　maybe everything would have been different... I'm their sister... I can only be their sister..." 　　"Not just a sister, you have other choices, for example, to be my wife." Meng Yao held her like a baby.

He gently kissed Anqi's delicate lips, feeling sorry for the pain she was enduring.
"Ah? Even you, a lesbian, have fallen for me?" Anqi chuckled. "Great! I'll marry
you, then there won't be any more trouble!"
Meng Yao's face darkened instantly. "I meant Meng Yao!" Now, she was either mistaking Qi Yanming
for him or him for Qi Yanming. He wondered how much she had drunk; she was completely drunk!
"Marry Meng Yao? Hahaha!" Anqi laughed wildly, tears welling in her eyes.
"Anqi?" Meng Yao frowned, puzzled by her behavior.
"I won't marry him! That scoundrel Meng Yao has wronged me for twelve years and even caused me to miscarry… my baby
… baby…" As she spoke, sadness overwhelmed her, and she suddenly sobbed.
Although she appeared cheerful and playful on the surface, and everyone avoided mentioning the prematurely born baby for fear of stirring up her sadness,
heaven knows how much she missed her child. She couldn't protect her child, only able to helplessly feel the tiny life
slowly leaving her womb along with the thick red blood. This vivid and horrifying sensation was like an unforgettable nightmare,
the excruciating pain piercing through every lonely night.
"I'm sorry… if you like the baby, we can try again!" Meng Yao let An Qi lie against his
chest, his long fingers running through her silky hair, caressing her scalp. The hot tears that soaked her clothes felt like sharp blades, cutting
into his heart again and again.
"You're crazy! We're best friends! How can you have a baby? Stupid Yanming…"
Meng Yao paused, then smiled bitterly in surprise. He had forgotten that he was now Qi Yanming. But
this little girl was really something, making him both sad and amused.
Angie stood up unsteadily, her fingers fumbling to unbutton her clothes.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking off my clothes! It's so uncomfortable being wet!" She struggled for a long time, but it was as if her astigmatism had worsened
several hundred degrees; her vision was blurry and unfocused.
"Let me help you!"
He reached out his hand, which she immediately slapped away. "Hey, even if I know you're gay, you can't help me take off
my clothes… Huh? Your clothes are wet too? Which idiot was so careless…
Fine, you take your clothes off too!" She had clearly forgotten that she was the idiot.
"Are you sure?" Although he was glad she still had this awareness, he really wanted to remind her of
what might happen after they were both naked.
He wanted her, he was going crazy with desire!
"What? Are you… shy?" She laughed heartily, considerately turning her back. "Is this alright
now? I won't look at you, and you can't peek at me either!"
The sound of clothes being removed echoed in the enclosed space. Anqi undressed as if no one else was around, until a pair of strong,
long arms encircled her slender waist—
"Yanming?" she cried out in alarm.
"Shh...look carefully at who I am." A sharp, angular face drew closer to her.
"Meng Yao..." Anqi shook her head and stared at Meng Yao with wide eyes, but the effects of alcohol kept her awake
for less than three seconds before her mind went blank again. "Oh no, am I dreaming?"
"Of course not." Whether she listened or not, he had to tell her. "I'm not Qi Yanming, I
'm Meng Yao, a man who deeply loves you." He placed her on the bed, his strong body covering her.
"Liar! He doesn't love me... He'll just push me to someone else..."
"I love you." His warm lips kissed hers. As long as she believed him,
he would gladly say "I love you" thousands, even tens of thousands of times.
"Hey..." Such a thorough and tender kiss turned her already chaotic thoughts into a complete mess.
"Meng Yao..."
"Yes, it's me." He rewarded her by licking her delicate nose, his rough, broad hands caressing her snow-white
breasts, his fingertips kneading her pink, erect nipples, stirring up a raging torrent of desire within her.
"Ah! No... You're Meng Yao... Mmm..." That familiar kiss, that familiar warmth of his hands, triggered
polarized emotions within her—resistance and longing. Unfortunately, she seemed to hear only her own moans
and his heavy breathing, unable to think of anything else.
"You're wrong, only I can love you like this!" Meng Yao declared domineeringly, his index finger probing deep inside her
, representing his unwavering insistence. His thin, sharp lips sucked on her ripe breasts, making shy sounds that ignited
her restless, wanton nature, rendering her composure utterly vulnerable.
"Ugh..." Her body surged with pleasure under his frenzied thrusts, invigorating every vein,
causing her to unconsciously succumb to the magical vortex of sex...
The blissful ecstasy instantly replaced resistance, destroying all her repeated self-admonitions. In a tug-of-
war of passion, he melted her icy heart with his boundless enthusiasm.
How could she have thought she could refuse him? Love, after all, has never been about reason!

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