"Tch, a monk's story, boring, let's start over."
I held Qin Xinmei's slender hand in my own, my thumb rubbing against the back of her soft, white hand. I buried my head in her neck, inhaling the lotus scent emanating from her body as if I were addicted, never tiring of it.
"Don't make a sound, just lie still."
Qin Xinmei spoke softly, closing her red lips and humming a lullaby.
A black awning with a gauze lantern is lit, and the sound of knocking on the new grave is heard along the bluestone path. As the swallows return, they wait for no one. At this moment, her soft humming comes from the room. Each hum is crisp, melodious, and smooth, like a round bead rolling across the stone surface. Her voice is as clear and melodious as the song of a thrush.
I was shocked. I never expected Qin Xinmei to be so good at humming. My adoptive mother was a music professor at Yale University, so she naturally taught me singing techniques and pitch. And that 23-year-old sister in the US is a global pop star whose songs are often in the top 3 of the Billboard Hot 100.
As for my adoptive father, he was a professional F1 racer, but he has retired. He also had another identity: a high-ranking member of the Mafia, although he has now retired from the criminal world, but his prestige still remains.
As for my identity, it has never appeared in the headlines of American magazines. After all, I have a celebrity sister, and my adoptive father used his connections in the mafia to keep my existence a secret in order to protect me.
Qin Xinmei's humming skills are practically professional. As a CEO who founded three companies, if she can hum at a professional level, then her singing skills must be quite good as well.
"You hummed the song quite well."
As I listened to her humming "Grandma's Bridge," her delicate hands gently caressing my face, I felt incredibly comfortable. Soon, drowsiness washed over me, and I drifted off to sleep.
Qin Xinmei gazed at my handsome sleeping face, her flawless features radiating boundless affection. She whispered, "Little one, when will you call me 'Mom'? I'm also eager to tell you the secret that I'm your mother, but I'm afraid you won't accept me. Thinking about your reaction last night, I don't know what to do now." Her fingers gently touched my face, and when her gaze inadvertently fell on my firm chest at the base of my neck, her expression suddenly changed slightly. Her delicate body abruptly pressed down on top of me, and a slender hand trembled as she lifted the collar of my white shirt. A shocking, 3-centimeter-long, hideous scar across my heart came into her view.
"What happened to this scar?" Qin Xinmei stared blankly at the hideous scar on my chest, near my heart. Her perfect face turned deathly pale, and her body trembled violently. She was clearly terrified.
This is definitely not a surgical scar; it's clearly a knife wound, someone slashed me.
"What have you been through all these years?" Qin Xinmei took a deep breath and quickly regained her composure. She saw my phone on the table not far away, glanced at me lying asleep on the bed, got out of bed, picked up the phone, and left the room.
She came to the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, opened my phone's contact list, which was full of English. However, for her, a graduate of a prestigious university, English was a piece of cake. Since there were only a dozen or so contacts, she quickly found the phone numbers of my adoptive parents.
Qin Xinmei frowned slightly, then scrolled down to see a name called Sister Inina Ellie. She then tapped her finger and dialed my sister's number.
"Kyle, have you been behaving yourself? You miss your sister, don't you? I'm touching up my makeup right now. How about we talk tonight? I only have two more world tour concerts left before I finish my work. After these two shows, I'll come home and be with you."
I heard my sister Inina Allie's happy voice on the phone.
Kyle Ellie is my English name. Qin Xinmei was a little dazed, but quickly came to her senses.
Qin Xinmei held my phone in her jade hand, listening to my sister's English accent, and asked in English, "I am Kyle's mother... friend. He is asleep now, and I want to ask about the scar on his heart."
"My brother is asleep? Where is he now? How did his phone end up in someone else's hands? Who are you?" I heard a flurry of sounds from the other end of the phone, like a chair overturning and something being knocked over.
When my sister, Inina Allie, heard that I wasn't the one answering the phone, she panicked. The voice on the other end was that of a woman, and although she spoke English very well, it wasn't a native American or British accent. She thought something had happened to me.
"I'm a friend of his. Don't worry, I don't mean to harm him. I just want to ask what happened to the scar on his chest. If you don't tell me, I might do something, like kidnappers killing him. Start counting to five, 1, 2, 3..." Qin Xinmei frowned, becoming impatient, her cold voice filled with anger.
She held her phone to her ear with her left hand, crossed her right arm over her chest, glanced at the small room, and silently thought, "Chen Qing is my son. I need to know everything about him, to understand his past. Even if you raised him, he is still mine, Qin Xinmei's."
You outsiders, get out of here!
"Wait, don't hurt my brother. I'll give you whatever money you want, just please don't hurt him."
On the other end of the phone, her sister, Inina Allie, was on the verge of tears.
"Speak quickly."
Qin Xinmei spoke coldly into the phone in English.
"The scar on his chest is from three years ago when he was ambushed by three thugs on his way home from school, and one of them slashed him. Kyle almost died back then; his heart was pierced, and he was lying on the ground covered in blood. Thank God, he was in the ICU for half a month before he was saved. Please don't hurt him. How much money do you want? I can give it to you."
Meanwhile, in a bustling city in country F, a blonde girl with a fair, oval face was in an empty dressing room. Her eyes were filled with panic, her dark green pupils staring at the makeup mirror in front of her. A chair was overturned on the floor next to her, and her small hand holding a phone to her ear was trembling slightly. She was extremely nervous.
She wore a limited-edition sandalwood pleated dress worth $100,000, which she had just walked in the Milan Fashion Week last week. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her 1.75-meter height filled out the pleated dress. Two sections of her fair ankles were visible beneath the dress, and her jade-like feet were clad in seven-centimeter-high strappy gold heels, making her appear exceptionally tall and slender.
After listening to Inina Allie's words, Qin Xinmei frowned and hung up the phone, her delicate body trembling slightly in her white nightgown.
At this moment, her face was as cold as ice. She completely hid the phone's location system and then reset and switched the location.
She walked to the chair next to the desk and sat down, gently placing my phone on the table. The screen occasionally displayed invitations to call from Inina Allie, who was two thousand miles away.
Qin Xinmei simply turned off her phone, leaned back in her leather chair, stared blankly at the computer on her desk with her clear eyes, tapped her two jade-like fingers lightly on the table, and her delicate face was as cold as an iceberg, keeping everyone at arm's length.
"He almost died three years ago."
I was woken up by my phone alarm, but I don't remember setting it. Qin Xinmei wasn't in the room either. When I checked my phone, it was already 5:30 PM. People at the company would have already left by then.
"That woman Qin Xinmei, she didn't even wake me up after she woke up."
I quickly put on my clothes and shoes, grabbed the tie from beside the bed, put it on quickly, pressed the red button on the wall next to the bookshelf, and then left the room.
At this moment, Qin Xinmei was nowhere to be seen in the huge office. He felt a little panicked. Where had she gone?
But I never even remembered that this was her company, the president of a group. What could possibly happen to her?
I just realized that I've really fallen in love with this woman, to the point of being utterly infatuated. If I don't see her, I panic and feel anxious.
He quickly picked up his phone and called her. Qin Xinmei's voice came through the phone: "I'm downstairs at the company. Come down quickly and come with me to a cocktail party."
When I came down to the company building, I saw a tall woman wearing a light silver long dress. She was standing with her back to me by the flower railing downstairs. Her long hair was half-up, and she wore two one-inch silver earrings. Her fair back was somewhat slender, and her delicate body was covered to her heels by the light silver long dress. She wore a pair of six-inch yellow strappy heels and carried a white LV handbag in her hand.
"Sister Qin, why didn't you wake me up?" I walked up to her and said, a little annoyed. This woman always makes me worry. She ran downstairs by herself.
At this moment, my gaze was completely fixed on Qin Xinmei. She was wearing a silver dress with a white veil draped over her shoulders, which wrapped around her slender neck and her 36D round and full breasts. Unfortunately, the white veil completely covered the two mysterious milky white breasts, revealing not a trace of spring.
Her slender waist, barely encircling her jade-like back, and her long, shapely legs beneath her dress, supported by six-inch yellow high heels, accentuated her round, full buttocks. Her noble and aloof demeanor, as pure and elegant as snow, made her resemble a noble and sacred lotus flower.
"Seeing you sleeping so soundly, I let you sleep a little longer. Speaking of which, you're my personal secretary, and no one carries my purse for me. I was supposed to meet an investor at the hotel at four o'clock this afternoon, so I had to cancel."
Qin Xinmei looked at me with her clear eyes, her delicate face calm as still water.
"What should we do then?" My heart tightened, but I asked playfully.
"It's nothing, just an investor."
Qin Xinmei still maintained an indifferent expression.
"Going to a hotel to meet a client? Is the other party male or female?" I thought of Qin Xinmei going to a hotel to meet a client. Why not meet at the company instead of at a hotel?
He asked, sounding a little nervous.
"An old woman."
Qin Xinmei reached out her delicate hand and touched my head, her eyes glancing at my heart. She said softly, "Don't worry, investments and client meetings usually take place at the company. It's just that that old woman wants a 10% stake, and I'm still considering it."
"I see? How much is 10% of the shares?" Hearing Qin Xinmei's words, the tension in my heart eased.
"Around 2.2 billion, don't worry about that. I haven't decided yet. After all, the three companies under Xinzhi are developing very well and have unlimited prospects. They are profitable every year, so there is no need to worry about funding issues now."
Qin Xinmei seemed to be talking about something very mundane, yet she exuded a strong sense of self-confidence at all times.
"No wonder they wanted a 10% stake; they saw the unlimited potential in our company. By the way, where are we going now?" Although I knew Qin Xinmei's Xinzi Group was very wealthy, I was still surprised to hear it from her.
"Going to a cocktail party. Also, your tie is crooked, your shirt collar is bent from sleeping, and your hair is messy. Carry my bag for me."
Qin Xinmei handed me the white LV bag, a hint of gentleness appearing on her cool and delicate face.
She reached out her two delicate hands and carefully smoothed my messy, unruly hair, then straightened my tie.
"Alright, it's getting late, go get your car."
Qin Xinmei finished tidying my appearance and reminded me.
As I drove my white Porsche along the busy street, I noticed Qin Xinmei's delicate profile, which was always gazing out the window without saying a word; she seemed quite aloof.
Her pale silver dress hugged her graceful, full, and tall figure. Her two jade-like hands rested on her flat stomach, and her two jade-like legs crossed and slightly raised beneath the dress. Her jade-like feet wore six-inch high yellow stilettos, the insteps of her feet were crystal clear and white, and her ten jade-like toes were as tender as cardamom.
This woman is perfect. She sits and stands with grace. Not only is she beautiful and elegant, but she also possesses a refined and pure temperament, like a lotus flower. She is incredibly intelligent, decisive and efficient at work, and highly self-disciplined.
However, I rarely saw her smile at the company. She always had a cold expression, whether she was dealing with employees or executives. The employees were all respectful and obsequious to her, but there were one or two people whose eyes subtly revealed a lewd look.
"By the way, when did you change your clothes?" I suddenly remembered the gray suit Qin Xinmei wore this morning, with red soles and black high heels.
Now, she's wearing a pale silver dress and yellow strappy heels, and with her stunning beauty, she's undoubtedly attracting the attention of countless men.
Thinking about this, I felt a little jealous. Even if she wore beautiful clothes, how wonderful it would be if she only wore them for me to see, especially her two fair and flawless jade legs under her skirt and her crystal jade feet in yellow high heels. They were simply the most beautiful treasures in the world, and I could never get tired of looking at them. How wonderful it would be if I could hold them in my arms and lick them.
Thinking about this, my abdomen became hot, and my groin reacted strongly.
"Stop talking so much nonsense. Watch the road. Don't talk while driving. Every year in the country, 25% of car accidents are caused by drivers not concentrating. Talk less while driving, do you understand?" Qin Xinmei turned her head and glanced at me, her tone as cold as ice.
I noticed her face was slightly flushed, then she nodded and turned to look out the window. The curve of her profile was exquisite, her face was flawless.
"I was just saying, why are you so angry?" I was a little annoyed, but then it suddenly dawned on me that she might have changed it in that small room in the company office while I was asleep.
I noticed that Qin Xinmei's profile was slightly flushed, which further confirmed my suspicions. Unfortunately, I was fast asleep and didn't see her alluring and graceful body.
"Sigh..." I sighed.
"Why are you sighing for no reason?" Qin Xinmei's cold voice came from inside the car, but she didn't turn her head to look at me.
I ignored her, pretending to be focused on driving, a slight smile playing on my lips. "Chen Qing, I'm asking you a question."
Qin Xinmei turned her head, frowning as she stared at me.
When I didn't answer her, her tone became somewhat impatient, and a glint of something I couldn't quite decipher appeared in her clear eyes.
"I'm driving carefully, I can't talk."
I looked ahead, pretending to be focused on driving, and gave a sly smile.
Qin Xinmei glanced at me, then stopped talking. She leaned back in the passenger seat, closed her eyes, and pretended to sleep. Her delicate eyebrows trembled slightly, and her thin red lips were as tempting as peaches.
She crossed her two jade-like legs, and instead of placing her hands on her flat stomach, she hugged her chest, making her already high and firm breasts rise and fall even more, while her cool and aloof face remained calm and undisturbed.
At this moment, the car stopped at a red light.
The atmosphere seemed a bit strange. Neither of us spoke. I looked at Qin Xinmei's profile. She closed her eyes, and I guessed she was angry with me.
"I sighed because there was a fairy sitting in the carriage, but unfortunately, this fairy can only be admired from afar and cannot be touched," I said.
Qin Xinmei remained silent, her eyes closed, soft breathing emanating from her delicate nose. Her long, curved eyelashes framed her eyes, and a small mole was hidden between her brows, barely noticeable unless carefully observed.
At that moment, she seemed a little tired, as if she had fallen asleep. The air conditioning in the car was a bit cold, so I quickly took off my suit jacket and covered her with it while the light was red.
As I gazed up at her alluring, translucent red lips, a voice in my head urged me to take a bite. Just as I was about to kiss her, the cars behind me suddenly honked their horns, forcing me to drive my Porsche forward.
I secretly vowed that I would definitely kiss Qin Xinmei's red lips next time.
"What's your relationship with Inina Ellie like?" Suddenly, Qin Xinmei opened her eyes, turned to look at me, her clear gaze revealing nothing of her thoughts.
"You mean my sister? Wait, when did you look at my phone? I have privacy, you know?" I was a little angry; she actually went through my phone without my permission.
"When you were sleeping, I saw a scar on your chest, so I looked through your phone and asked your sister what happened," Qin Xinmei said truthfully.
For some reason, I felt relieved. She wasn't looking through my phone to check my privacy; she was just concerned about me.
"The relationship is the same as that between siblings."
I glanced at Qin Xinmei with a slight panic, and suddenly remembered the privacy settings in my phone's photo album.
"The older sister took hundreds of photos of her legs in various black and white stockings and high heels for her younger brother to keep, and there are more than a hundred photos of the younger brother and older sister hugging each other. Is this relationship really normal?" Qin Xinmei's clear eyes seemed to see through my heart, and her face was as cold as an iceberg.
"It's not what you think. She and I are really like siblings. She has been very kind to me since I was very young."
I explained that this was indeed the case, and that I had not done anything out of line.
My non-blood-related sister, Inina Allie, is 5 years older than me. At 23, she was already a Billboard Hot 100 bestselling singer and was incredibly popular. However, she had a peculiar habit: she would often send me explicit photos of herself and tell me to keep them safe so I could look at them when I missed her.
Every time she came home, she pressured me to take very intimate photos with her at home.
In my memory, my older sister, Inina Allie, doted on me no less than my adoptive parents. It's just that she rarely had time to be home, as her work schedule was always packed. But every time she came home, she spent all her time with me.
"Then what happened to the scar on your heart?" Qin Xinmei saw my serious expression and realized I wasn't lying, so she got to the point.
scar?
The scars on my heart?
Hearing Qin Xinmei's words, the terrifying scene from that time suddenly flashed through his mind again, and his heart began to ache violently, as if an invisible hand was tightly squeezing his heart. His breathing became rapid, his face turned deathly pale, and he gripped the steering wheel, almost crashing into the roadside median strip.
Qin Xinmei was startled and looked at me in a panic. She wasn't afraid of a car accident, because the car wasn't going fast and even if there was an accident, nothing would happen. She was worried about me.
Fortunately, I gritted my teeth and endured the throbbing pain in my heart, turned the steering wheel and stepped on the brakes to stop safely. But I was still having trouble breathing, panting heavily, feeling very uncomfortable, and staring blankly ahead.
"Chen Qing, what's wrong? Don't scare me. Calm down, breathe slowly, breathe slowly."
Qin Xinmei quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and clung to me, her delicate face filled with terror and deathly paleness; she almost burst into tears.
She gently stroked my face with one slender hand, cool and soft, while her other small hand gently caressed my heart, softly comforting me: "Chen Qing, look at me, breathe slowly."
As Qin Xinmei gently stroked my face and chest, and I listened to her tender voice, I slowly returned to normal.
"It's alright now, I feel much better."
I took a deep breath and felt my heartbeat gradually return to normal.
Whenever I think of that scene from back then, my heart aches as if it's being cut by a knife. It feels like the heart in my chest isn't mine. I asked my adoptive parents about this back then, but they avoided answering and told me not to overthink it.
During that period, I often saw a psychologist, and it took me a long time to recover from that terrifying experience.
I remember that when that incident happened three years ago, both the attending physician and the psychologist told me to maintain a good mindset for two years, not to get angry easily, and to stay happy.
So when I returned to Xia Kingdom, I met Qin Xinmei. She cried, she shed tears, she felt wronged, and I unconsciously compromised with her and went along with her wishes.
"I'm really okay, I'm perfectly fine."
I gently cupped Qin Xinmei's delicate face; her expression still held fear. Then I slowly helped her back to the passenger seat.
I couldn't help but marvel at how this elegant, icy woman could also be flustered. After she fastened her seatbelt, she quickly started the Porsche's engine and sped away.
"Chen Qing, turn left ahead and stop. Let me drive."
Qin Xinmei's gaze never left me, her face still showing worry, as if she was afraid I would have another accident.
She didn't ask me about the scar again.
"No need, we'll reach our destination in two more miles."
I shook my head.
Qin Xinmei sat in the passenger seat, staring at me intently. She seemed to know I was stubborn and didn't say anything more, but her clear eyes flickered from time to time, as if she was brewing something.
I didn't say anything and quietly drove my Porsche to our destination. The party Qin Xinmei mentioned was actually a private club, where most of the attendees were officials, businessmen, and wealthy people from Anhai City.
It was already 6:10 p.m. After parking the car, Qin Xinmei took my hand and we walked into the private club.
Upon entering the club, one is greeted by elegant and melodious music. Men are dressed in suits and women in long dresses, each vying for attention with their beauty. Everyone is holding a wine glass and conversing quietly, behaving with elegance and exuding the air of high society.
"Stay by my side."
Qin Xinmei took my arm and whispered.
As soon as we entered the club, many eyes were drawn to Qin Xinmei and me. Many men's eyes lit up when they saw Qin Xinmei; the queen of Anhai City had finally appeared.
Some people had heard rumors that the Queen of Anhai City would be attending the party tonight, so many wealthy male businessmen arrived at the private club very early in order to catch a glimpse of Qin Xinmei.
It is known that this circle had invited her many times before, but she had not responded. This time, she finally came.
Qin Xinmei wore a light silver evening gown, her long hair half-up, her skin as white as jade, elegant and noble. Her jade feet were clad in a pair of 6-inch yellow stiletto heels, supporting her tall and slender figure. Her overall temperament was unparalleled.
Many people have never seen Qin Xinmei in person, but have only heard of her deeds, that she is stunningly beautiful and aloof, an ice queen. Seeing her today, they can see that this is indeed the case.
The moment they saw Qin Xinmei, many men's eyes were filled with lust, and their faces radiated an undisguised desire.
A man came over with a wine glass, clearly intending to approach Qin Xinmei, but she pulled me aside and led me to a long table.
The table was laden with various exquisite pastries and red wine. Qin Xinmei asked me to have some snacks while glancing around as if searching for something.
"I hate it here."
I saw those so-called wealthy people staring at Qin Xinmei with eyes like wolves, which disgusted me.
"We'll just chat for a bit, then I'll be back soon."
Qin Xinmei was taken aback when she heard what I said.
Just then, two men walked over, their target Qin Xinmei, but I stood in front of her and stopped them with a smile.
"She is my date."
I took her delicate hand and said this.
Qin Xinmei didn't speak, letting me hold her delicate hand, gazing at my tall back with a slight smile on her lips.
The two men stared blankly for a moment, then nodded and left with slightly embarrassed smiles.
"Oh, Mr. Qin, I've extended an invitation to you many times, and you've finally come this time."
At this moment, a well-off woman in her forties, wearing a black dress, slowly walked over, her eyes filled with surprise.
"Sister Fang, it's been a long time."
Qin Xinmei walked around me and stood in front of the plump woman. A rare smile appeared on her usually icy face.
The two then stood together and chatted quietly. When they seemed to be talking about something, the plump woman glanced in my direction and looked surprised.
"Where's Nalan Xi? She said she would come too, but why haven't I seen her?" Qin Xinmei asked.
"She arrived a while ago, but suddenly said she wasn't feeling well and is resting on the second floor. Never mind that girl, it's a rare opportunity to get together, let's go to a quiet room to chat, several of my old girlfriends are there."
The plump woman took Qin Xinmei's hand and led her towards a private room.
I immediately panicked and was about to step forward when Qin Xinmei turned around and said to me, "You can sit here and wait for me, or walk around. I'll be back in a bit."
"What are you talking about? I'll come along too."
I blinked.
Just then, the plump woman walked over, looked at my handsome face, and said with a sly smile, "We're talking about what women wear. Why don't you join in too?"
"What's there to be afraid of? I'll go."
I stared at the well-off woman and spoke earnestly.
"Listen to me, we're going to talk about business. Eat something first, but no alcohol."
Qin Xinmei explained, then glanced at me before walking into a private room with the plump woman and closing the door.
I frowned, staring at the pastries on the table, but had no appetite whatsoever.
Just then, I felt the urge to urinate and hurriedly looked for a toilet, but there didn't seem to be one on the first floor, so I ran up to the second floor.
At the end of a corridor, I finally found the restroom. After using it, I walked back down the corridor. As I passed a room, the door suddenly opened, and a delicate hand reached out, grabbed my collar, and forcefully pulled me into the room.
Then he slammed the door shut and locked it.
Inside the room, a woman in a white dress, her jade feet treading on 8-inch milky white open-toe heels, her face flushed, her eyes filled with desire, pressed my body against the wall like an octopus, and breathed fragrance onto my neck.
"Have sex with me."
The woman, panting, had her hands caressing my chest like waves as she leaned in to kiss my lips.
At that moment, I was shocked by the woman's actions. Her soft lips awkwardly rubbed and bit against mine, and a trace of glistening saliva spilled from the corner of her mouth.
It seemed to be her first time kissing, and she was very awkward. Her little tongue started to push against my teeth, trying to penetrate my mouth. Her lower body was being pressed against by a jade-like leg, which was frantically rubbing against my genitals. She used too much force, and I couldn't help but feel a slight pain in my genitals.
I quickly grabbed the woman's knees, trying to push her away, but she seemed to have lost her will at that moment, her mind filled only with desire. She pressed her whole body against mine, and her delicate hands began to undress me.
"She took aphrodisiacs?" I realized at that moment, and quickly calmed down, but the lust within me was forced out.
I gritted my teeth, carried her to the bedside, threw her whole body onto the bed, then climbed on top of her and began to take off her dress.
"What's your name?" I asked tentatively as I took off her skirt.
"Nalan Xi, hurry, give it to me quickly, I feel so uncomfortable."
The woman had a blissful look on her face, and before I could completely take off her skirt, her delicate body pushed me onto the bed again.
She rolled over and pressed herself against me, her alluring red lips kissing mine again. Her soft, fragrant tongue slipped into my mouth, like a little snake exploring my tongue, carrying a hint of sweet saliva.
Her name is Nalan Xi?
Okay, she's a newbie. It seems like all she knows is kissing, no, she doesn't even know how to kiss. It must be her first time. I don't know why she took a strong aphrodisiac.
"I'll teach you."
At that moment, Nalan Xi aroused my desire, which rushed to my mind and made me lose my head.
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