Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 36 Don't compare them to my woman
After having dinner and resting for fifteen minutes, Shen Guining wanted to go home as soon as it got dark outside.

Qu Yanci received a phone call and needed to go back to the company to handle a document, so he went with her.

The driver had the car ready and was waiting at the entrance.

After saying goodbye to Xia Xi, Shen Guining got into the car with Mr. Qu.

The Maybach's cabin features a separation between the front and rear rows, with excellent privacy in the rear seats.

As the car door closed, Shen Guining turned to look at the man beside her. "Mr. Qu, are you going back to the company so late?"

Qu Yanci hummed in agreement. "I'm going to the United States on a business trip tomorrow."

Shen Guining casually asked, "Will it take a long time?"

"Unsure." Qu Yanci leaned back, his posture relaxed but not affecting his elegant demeanor, and said slowly, "Come sit here."

Shen Guining was stunned, and hesitated before asking, "Where...sit?"

There are only two seats in the back row, separated by an armrest. Where else could she sit?
Qu Yanci quietly locked his gaze into her eyes, a hint of darkness mixed in with the depths of her brown eyes.

Shen Guining seemed to understand, and a flush rose on her cheeks. She pinched the hem of her dress, then slowly crossed the central armrest and sat down on his lap.

Although it wasn't her first time sitting like this, she still felt uncomfortable all over, feeling the firm thigh muscles under her buttocks, and her body tensed up, afraid to move.

Qu Yanci placed his right hand on her waist, "Did you learn what I taught you last time?"

Shen Guining knew what he was asking, and answered in a low voice, "I've learned a little bit."

"Then let's try." Qu Yanci exerted a little force, pressing the little girl's waist towards himself.

Shen Guining placed her hands on his chest, feeling the smooth muscle lines through his shirt, her palms damp.

She slowly moved closer to the man's thin lips, recalling their two previous kisses...

The young girl really didn't have any talent in this area; her movements were clumsy and awkward. She would kiss him and then pause, seducing him without realizing it.

Qu Yanci swallowed hard, losing patience. He placed his palm against the back of her neck, taking the initiative and deepening the kiss.

There was a driver in front, and Shen Guining was afraid of being overheard, so she held back and dared not make a sound.

I was more skilled this time compared to the previous two times.

In the heat of the moment, there was a sudden knock on the car window.

The girl was so frightened that she pushed the man in front of her away. When she turned her head, she saw Xia Xi standing outside the car window.

Shen Guining's heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly got off Mr. Qu's lap. In her haste, she accidentally bumped her head on the car roof, and her scalp tingled with pain.

Qu Yanci grasped her wrist and reminded her, "Slow down."

Ignoring the pain, Shen Guining wiped the tears from her lips, sat back in the seat next to her, and cautiously opened the car door, "Xixi, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xia Xi handed him a cartoon paper bag.

"Sister, you forgot your doll."

Shen Guining slowly realized that there was privacy film on the car windows, so people couldn't see inside from the outside.

She relaxed a little, took the bag, and said, "Thank you."

Xia Xi smiled and said, "You're welcome. I'm going back now. Goodbye."

The car door closed again.

Shen Guining let out a soft breath; her palms were sweaty.

In contrast, the man beside her remained calm and composed throughout, completely unaffected, with only the wrinkles on his suit trousers leaving a mark.

"Did it hurt?" he asked gently.

Shen Guining shook her head. "I'm fine."

I was so engrossed in kissing that I didn't even notice the car wasn't moving.

Only then did the driver start the engine and drive away from the Qu family's house.

Qu Yanci raised his hand and ruffled the little girl's hair.

Shen Guining looked down at the doll in her hand, her heart gradually overwhelmed by a flood of guilt.

She knew perfectly well that Xia Xi didn't like other women getting close to Mr. Qu, but she still did it anyway.

Qu Yanci's gaze swept over what she was holding. "What are you holding?"

Shen Guining took out the doll to show him, "Xixi gave it to me. This lion that you disliked, she also gave it to me."

The kitten was only the size of a palm, while the lion was much larger. The obvious size difference between the two created a strange, almost peculiar, sense of them being a couple. Qu Yanci couldn't understand why girls would like such childish things; in his view, dolls were toys for three-year-olds.

Shen Guining placed her hands on the armrests and presented the kitten and lion to him, "Aren't they cute?"

"It's kind of cute to bump your head," Qu Yanci said without a smile.

"..."

Shen Guining silently withdrew the small doll.
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The short break is over, and it's back to the daily routine of dance practice.

The stage play has been very popular recently, and the tickets for Thursday were sold out two weeks ago. However, each member of the troupe has a family ticket, which can be used to invite their friends and family to watch the performance for free.

Shen Guining had no other friends in the capital and didn't need the money, so he simply gave it to his colleague.

Lou Jingshu was extremely grateful. "Guining, you are my savior! Both of my cousins ​​wanted to come and see the performance, but I only had one ticket. Giving it to either of them would offend the other. Now it's perfect. Each of them can have a ticket without having to fight over it. Thank you for saving my life!"

Shen Guining smiled wryly, "It's alright, I won't need it anyway."

Mr. Qu was on a business trip to the United States, and even when he was in Beijing, he didn't have the time to come and see the dance drama.

A few days before the performance, the troupe leader gave a last-minute notice that a new script had been added and that Shen Guining had been chosen to play the lead role.

With less than three days left for rehearsals, performing a completely new dance is an incredibly difficult task.

Those in the know understand that stage plays are often more difficult to produce than film, because there are no retakes on stage. The performance is presented to the audience in one continuous take, and any flaws may be magnified, leading to the failure of the performance.

Despite the pressure, Shen Guining rehearsed with the dance troupe from morning till night.

Highly difficult dance moves test a dancer's core strength, leg strength, flexibility, and balance.

In the past few days, she has done hundreds of backbends, side flips, and rotations... and she can clearly feel that her waist is starting to strain.

My heels are chafed raw, making it difficult to walk.

Jin Yuhan tossed her a tube of ointment, saying, "Take it easy, don't cripple yourself."

Shen Guining sat on the bench, reached out and took it, "Thank you."

This young lady has a sharp tongue but a soft heart; she's just a little temperamental at times.

Jin Yuhan leaned against the wall with her arms crossed and couldn't help but complain, "I'm starting to wonder if someone is deliberately trying to mess with you. Why didn't they arrange it earlier and only notified me three days in advance?"

Shen Guining pursed her lips slightly, "I don't think I've offended anyone."

Regardless, she seizes opportunities when they arise and does her best to perform well on every stage.
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New York is a city that never sleeps. Its skyscrapers gleam under the bright lights, a place where starlight intertwines and noise coexists, possessing its own unique rhythm and charm.

The world of extravagance and fame is never short of wealthy patrons.

VII Identity Club's members include political figures and business elites.

Inside the private room, the 12-foot-high ceiling was painted with black and gold ripples, and the soft light from the wood-burning fireplace and geometric lampposts shone on the exquisitely patterned Persian carpet.

Most of the people present were white, all dressed in suits, elegant and refined, chatting and laughing.

The only Asian face was a young man sitting in a brown cigar chair. He had his legs crossed, his elbows casually resting on the armrests, and two fingers supporting his forehead. His facial features were clearly defined by the light, and his deep-set eyes and innate noble aura did not need to be displayed by external conditions.

The purpose of these people gathering here is simply to maintain their networks and exchange resources to achieve a win-win situation.

Sexy, hot women lit cigarettes and poured drinks for the men, then brazenly sat in their laps.

The gentlemanly demeanor is merely a facade, or perhaps only one aspect of it; for them, women are simply tools for amusement, relaxation, and fulfilling their needs.

A Jewish man sitting on the sofa smiled and flattered the Asian man, "Vince, a beautiful mixed-race girl of Chinese and American descent has just joined the club. She's very good at serving people. Would you like to give her a try?"

Qu Yanci didn't even lift his eyelids. He held the wine glass in his right hand and gently swirled it, the red liquid reflecting an alluring luster. "No need."

A deep voice is even more magnetic when speaking English.

He took a small sip from the glass, the red wine flowing down his throat, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing as he did so, his arm muscles filling the fabric of his shirt.

Several women nearby stared in disbelief.

Such a man is noble and powerful, with an exceptional status, physique, and appearance. He exudes masculine hormones, making him irresistible.

Another white elite smirked and asked, "Does Mr. Vince already have a woman?"

Mr. Qu remained silent.

Everyone here is shrewd enough to know that he meant it implicitly.

The Jewish man added, "What does it matter? With Vince's status, what's wrong with having a few more women around? Trying different types can be quite interesting."

He confidently declared, "I guarantee this woman is far more interesting than yours."

Qu Yanci set down his glass, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the rim, his tone tinged with coldness, "Don't compare them to my lady."