Chapter 46: Why Are You Blushing?
Chenyang was not pleased.
For any man, those two words—"no good"—were the ultimate insult.
In a way, being told you were no good hurt more than getting stabbed.
To hear it from a beauty like Su Qianqian, especially, was to have his masculine pride stomped on and ground into the dust!
Chenyang would not stand for it!
And there was no way he would let such a beautiful woman look down on him!
So, the moment Su Qianqian finished speaking, Chenyang’s right hand shot out, wrapping around her slender waist. His left hand gripped her chin as he said in a low voice, "Sister Su, when you start a fire like this, the consequences are very serious."
Su Qianqian scoffed. "I don’t scare easily."
"I hope you’re still talking so tough in a little while."
"Heh. If you want to scare me, little boy, you’ll have to show me some real skill. All talk just makes me look down on you."
"You sure about this?"
"Sure about what? About letting you devour me, or about being ready for your punishment?"
"Both!"
"Then let me tell you, quite seriously, that whatever it is, I’m ready. It’s just..."
"It’s just what?"
"I’m just worried that you, little boy, talk a big game, but when it’s time for action, you’ll just be a softie who can’t make a girl happy."
Seeing the teasing glint in Su Qianqian’s beautiful eyes, Chenyang let his hand fall from her chin to her smooth shoulders. In a flash, he had yanked aside the two thin straps of her dress.
Su Qianqian wasn’t wearing a bra. As the straps slid down, her full, firm breasts were suddenly revealed.
They were firm and pale.
They swayed with every breath she took.
The two pink buds were a little larger than Qin Fei’Er’s, but unlike hers, they were slightly inverted at the center.
Their unusual shape made Chenyang want to take a closer look, to play with them.
But he didn’t. Instead, he took the most direct approach and simply lowered his head, taking one into his mouth.
He teased the pink bud with the tip of his tongue, his lips beginning to suckle.
Her breasts had once been her husband’s favorite part of her.
But he had only ever squeezed them, never savoring them with the attention Chenyang was giving them now.
As he swirled his tongue around it, a strange, new sensation swept through her body—the pleasure of having such a sensitive place teased, something she had never felt before.
Her body trembled, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.
"Mmm~ Oh, you... You’re so good at this... A little harder... It feels so good when you... when you do that."
Chenyang looked up at Su Qianqian.
A blush had appeared on her beautiful face.
Her half-closed eyes were filled with an alluring, hazy desire.
This surprised Chenyang a little.
It was normal for one’s eyes to glaze over in the heat of passion.
But Su Qianqian was a married woman, supposedly an experienced one. So why was she blushing?
"Sister Su, don’t tell me you’ve never been with a man besides your husband?"
Su Qianqian’s expression froze at Chenyang’s abrupt question.
She quickly retorted, "What are you talking about? I’ve slept with hundreds of men, if not a thousand."
"If you’re so battle-hardened, then why are you blushing?"
"I... I’m just hot, okay?"
Su Qianqian retorted forcefully, but her eyes darted away.
It was just as the other beautiful socialite, Fang Ya, had said: Su Qianqian loved to flirt and act provocative, but when things were about to get real, she ran faster than anyone.
Her flirtatious, provocative nature was just part of her personality; she found the process of leading men on to be fun.
The reason she always ran when things got serious was that she had always maintained one last boundary.
She was a married woman, after all, and both her family and her husband’s were prominent names in Yang City.
If news of an affair really got out, a broken marriage would be a small matter; the damage to their families’ reputations and business interests would be a major disaster.
So, for the longest time, she had endured—even when her husband couldn’t satisfy her, even when he frequently left her alone at night.
She passed the time and numbed the loneliness by flirting with men and playing cards with her friends.
She had always thought her husband felt the same way.
After all, they both moved in high society. She assumed that even with all the temptations, they would both stay faithful—for the sake of family, for the sake of appearances.
But that all changed yesterday. By chance, she saw her husband taking a younger woman into a hotel. She had angrily chased after them, demanding an explanation. But her husband had just told her not to cause a scene, to just be a good little rich wife and not to meddle or ask questions. In that moment, all of her naive assumptions shattered.
She thought her husband was just like her.
She thought he was only ever putting on a show, that he would never turn the act into reality.
But in the end, it was all just what she had *thought*.
After yesterday’s events, the last shred of hope she’d clung to for her marriage was utterly destroyed, vanishing completely.
She drank a lot. And she thought a lot.
She even considered the idea of divorcing her husband.
But theirs was a marriage of alliance.
Marriage and divorce involved far too many complications. Even if she had been grievously wronged, her family would never approve.
After thinking it over and over, she had an epiphany. She finally saw things clearly.
Since she couldn’t get a divorce, and she could no longer accept a husband she barely had feelings for anyway, then they might as well play their own separate games!