Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Her little mouth was so powerful when it bit him.
Lu Yan kissed her scented pink lips forcefully, crushing it we he buried his tongue into her mouth.
As her mouth was extremely small, he had already extended half of his tongue and hooked the tip of her tongue, dancing with hers and leaving her wanting more.
An’an tugged his shirt and wanted to kiss him. However, she felt so weak by his torturous gestures.
This man was bad.
The atmosphere in the room got more intense and the intimacy between them got out of control.
Knock knock. Wenbin’s voice came from outside the door, “Boss, Miss Wang is here.”
Miss Wang?
The duo on the bed stopped kissing.
Lu Yan rolled his adam’s apple, looking at the girl pinned under him. Despite having only kissed her for a while, her mouth was already swollen and her cheeks were flushed pink, making her even more alluring.
Goddamit! He had actually lost control of himself.
It was a bad sign that he could not control himself as time passed by.
An’an’s pale face blushed, her hands held his shirt tightly. “Who is Miss Wang?”
Her eyes revealed a stern vigilance and alertness.
Lu Yan let go of her and stood up from the bed. His black shirt and trousers which had been ironed had formed wrinkles all over when he pinned her down earlier on. However, this only made him even more sexy with a carefree wildness that would drive women crazy. “Let’s go. I’ll bring you to see Miss Wang.”
…
In the living room of the villa stood a beautiful woman.
Wang Yingying was clad in a red coat, her luscious locks floating across her shoulders. She wore a pair of stilettos on her feet, looking extremely beautiful.
The Wang family was one of the wealthy families belonging to the capital. Wang Yingying was the eldest daughter of the Wang family. At the age of 26 years old, she had just returned from studying abroad. She was educated, well-cultured and was good-looking. Indeed, girls selected by Lu Jinwen were extraordinary.
When she heard footsteps, Wang Yingying turned around gradually and glanced up at the stairs.
Up the stairs, Lu Yan walked down calmly. His simple black shirt and trousers made him seem calm and restrained. His facial features were extremely defined. Moreover, with his height nearing 1.9 meters, he had an oppressive aura that aura that surrounded him completely.
His demeanor was akin to the killing of the upper class society—overbearing and murderous.
Wang Yingying pursed her red lips. This 26 year old woman was intellectual and mature. She had seen her fair share of good-looking men overseas in the past few years, however this was her first time seeing such a chilly and resolute individual who reeked of masculinity.
“Hello, Master Yan.” Wang Yingying greeted him first.
Lu Yan’s walked calmly and stopped at the woolen carpet. He looked at Wang Yingying indifferently and greeted her, “Hello, Miss Wang.”
Wang Yingying shifted her gaze to the person behind Lu Yan. This girl had came down the stairs with him earlier on.
“Lu Yan, this is…?”
An’an stared at Wang Yingying coldly. Wang Yingying had asked her who she was. An’an’s eyelashes fluttered as she looked at the man.
How would he answer her?
Lu Yan shoved his hands into his pocket and replied casually, “Oh, this is my… foster child.”
Foster child?
An’an’s heart sank.
Wang Yingying smiled cheerily, “Oh, so it’s your foster child, I thought it was your daughter and got a shock. Uncle Jin didn’t tell me that I was going to marry into the family as a stepmother.”
Marry…?
That word pierced An’an’s heart just like a long needle. She felt hurt that he was going on a blind date.
He was really going to… get married.
“Sir, dinner is ready.”
…
In the dining room.
Lu Yan sat at the main seat while An’an and Wang Yingying sat opposite each other. Tonight’s dinner was steak and red wine.
Wang Yingying glanced at An’an. “Master Yan, are you living with Miss An’an?”
Lu Yan’s picked up a glass of red wine and took a sip. “We used to live together but we won’t be in the future. Someone will pick her up later.”
An’an immediately turned pale. She stretched out her leg under the table and kicked the man.
She didn’t want to go home!
Lu Yan casually placed the glass of red wine down and retracted his thigh to prevent her from kicking him again. He stood up. “Let me make a call.”
The man left.
Wang Yingying looked at the man’s muscular figure and put down the cutlery in her hand. She smiled sweetly and said politely, “Miss An’an, do continue eating, I’m going to the bathroom.”
Wang Yingying left the room as well.
An’an sat stiff in her seat, her face extremely pale.
…
Lu Yan leaned against the wall and took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket. He held a cigarette between his lips and lit up the cigarette.
He took a puff of the cigarette and slowly let out a long breath, his handsome face hidden in the smoke.
“Master Yan, why did you come here to smoke instead of eating?” A pleasant voice drifted into his ears at this moment.
Lu Yan turned around, only to see Wang Yingying.
He raised his eyebrow and fixed his gaze on that woman. He took a puff and said, “Miss Wang, I came here to smoke and you came to… find me?”
A mature man with a mature woman— sparks would fly easily.
Wang Yingying bit her lips and sashayed over elegantly in her stilettos. “Master Yan, I did come to find you.”
The woman walked over and Lu Yan turned over. With his back faced against the wall, his eyes raked her up and down from head to toe and he pursed his lips. “Oh? What are you finding me for so urgently?”
“Master Yan, I learned martial arts since I was young. No guy out there is my match, I heard you are very skilled. How about we have a spar?”
Even before she could finish what she was about to say, she had already dashed towards the man and extended her fingers.
Lu Yan narrowed his eyes at her and did not move. All he did was to watch the woman approach him closer and closer.
Just as her fingers were about to reach him, Wang Yingying did not even notice his hand approach her. By that time, her slender wrist had already been grabbed by the man’s palm.
The man yanked her forcefully, causing her petite figure to slam into his chest. Lu Yan buckled her small face and smiled evilly. “Is this a spar or… a defeat?”
Wang Yingying inhaled his masculine scent which had been mixed with a tinge of tobacco.
Her skills were not worthy to even be mentioned into his face.
He could control her easily.
Wang Yingying extended her hands and grabbed his neck. Looking at his handsome face with a pretty smile.
“Lu Yan, you’ve caught my interest.”
