Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 237 The Blooming of Exotic Roses

The suite's living room suddenly fell silent, with only the low hum of the air conditioner blowing air.

Jiang Qing closed her eyes and leaned back on the sofa.

The atmosphere in the living room became thick and heavy.

"Hard."

He reached out and pinched her cheek, a mischievous smile curving his lips.

"This must have been hard work?"

"The night is long, President Jiang wouldn't give up like this..."

She hesitated, deliberately showing a hint of suspicion on her face.

"You can try it."

Jiang Qing smiled and shrugged.

"Tch~ Wait a minute."

Dilraba playfully slapped him, glanced around, and then got up and headed towards the bedroom bathroom.

Jiang Qing gazed at her breathtaking back curves and her perfectly shaped peach-shaped buttocks, and the smile on his lips deepened.

What a stunner!
A few minutes later, Dilraba gracefully returned.

Under Jiang Qing's gaze, she walked up to him with a smile, leaned down, and held onto the back of the sofa.

A fragrant breeze followed her and wafted towards her.

"Mr. Jiang, shall we talk about something else first?"

Dilraba chuckled softly, her red lips almost touching his earlobe, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe almost imperceptibly.

"The charity gala is over, but my charity work hasn't even started yet."

Her gaze boldly swept over the clearly defined abdominal muscles along the edge of his bath towel, then slid down to his face, which was slightly tense from the earlier exertion.

"The way President Jiang rescued the damsel in distress on the red carpet today was so handsome that it was impossible to look away."

Her fingertips, cool to the touch, lightly brushed against his bare chest, like a feather.

"Tsk... I'm even smitten for Zhang Ruonan."

His voice betrayed his undisguised jealousy.

Jiang Qing's eyes darkened further. He didn't dodge her finger pointing at his chest, but instead raised his hand and accurately grabbed her mischievous wrist.

His palms were warm and strong, carrying an inescapable force.

"so……"

His voice was deep, with a slightly playful hoarseness.

"Is Teacher Dilraba... jealous?"

He gently caressed her delicate wrist with his fingers, the gesture both ambiguous and possessive.

"Jealous?"

Dilraba giggled as if she had heard something funny, her voice clear and alluring.

Instead of pulling her hand away, she used the wrist he was holding for support, lowered her body a little further, and boldly touched his cheek with her other hand, her fingertips tracing his brow bone.

Do I look like such a petty person?

Her breath was sweet and fragrant, but her eyes seemed to have hooks in them.

"I just feel... Mr. Jiang was so kind-hearted tonight, helping Miss Zhang, shouldn't he also help me?"

"help you?"

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow, and his other free hand naturally rested on her waist.

Even through the gossamer-thin fabric of the dress, one could still clearly feel the astonishing slenderness and suppleness of her waist.

His palm's burning heat soothed her, and Reba's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

"Yes."

She met his unfathomable eyes, her red lips curving into an extremely alluring smile.

“I also need Mr. Jiang’s help, for example…”

She paused deliberately, her gaze sweeping meaningfully over his tightly wrapped bath towel.

"Could you help me take off this awful dress? It's so tight I can barely breathe!"

She swayed her waist slightly, as if to demonstrate the restrictive nature of the dress, her curves undulating under Jiang Qing's palm, like a silent invitation.

Jiang Qing's Adam's apple bobbed, and he gently pulled her closer to him with the hand on her waist.

The distance between the two instantly became dangerous and sticky, their breaths almost mingling.

"Take it off?"

He chuckled softly, his voice hoarse, carrying a languid air of complete control.

“Teacher Reba, are you sure this is a request for help, and not... playing with fire?”

His gaze was almost tangible, gliding from her deep, captivating eyes down her high, straight nose, and finally settling on her full, alluring red lips. The heat in his eyes was almost scorching.

Dilraba met his gaze without flinching, her eyes shining with an astonishing intensity, a seductive allure born of desperation.

"Is this playing with fire...?"

She lowered her voice further, like a murmur between lovers.

"Why don't you try it and see, Mr. Jiang?"

She tilted her head slightly, her nose almost touching his, and there was only a tiny, almost imperceptible distance between their lips. Their warm breaths mingled together, and it felt as if tiny electric currents were crackling in the air.

Jiang Qing did not act immediately.

He looked at the face so close to his, at the glint of expectation and defiance in her pupils.

A silent smile.

His hand, which was on her waist, slowly moved upwards, his large palm almost covering her entire smooth and delicate shoulders and back, the burning heat of his palm passing through the thin fabric.

He held her hand with his other hand, his thumb drawing suggestive circles on the inside of her wrist.

"try?"

He repeated in a low, husky voice, his gaze locked on her lips, his nose gently brushing against the tip of her upturned nose, with a tantalizing intimacy.

"Teacher Reba, playing with fire comes at a price."

His voice was deep, and every word seemed to strike her heart.

Dilraba's heart pounded like a drum as he teased her with his controlling nature, and a tingling sensation surged deep within her body.

She maintained her alluring beauty aura, her eyes sparkling, her red lips slightly parted, and she let out a soft whisper.

"Oh? What price? Didn't they already pay it?"

Her red lips pouted slightly, silently offering a reminder.

Jiang Qing's eyes flickered as she recalled the unusual feeling she had experienced not long ago, and she could no longer hold back.

He gripped her back tightly, pressing her completely against him, while tilting his head back to precisely capture the two alluring, rosy mounds of flesh.

"Ugh~" Dilraba only managed to let out a short whimper before all her words were forcefully and scaldingly blocked back.

This is not an easy start.

It is aggressive, with the explosive power that comes after being provoked to the limit, and with an undeniable sense of control.

Jiang Qing charged straight in, domineeringly stealing her breath and sweeping away all her last resistance.

Reba felt a powerful electric current surge through her body, making her weak and helpless. She could only passively endure it, her hands instinctively reaching up to his broad shoulders and gripping the edge of the towel tightly.

He seemed to want to devour her whole, to swallow her clean.

Reba felt dizzy and disoriented, her mind went blank, and she could only sense his refreshing yet strong masculine scent.

She clung to him like a drowning person grasping at a piece of driftwood, her fingertips unconsciously gripping his shoulder blade tightly, leaving faint red marks.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jiang Qing finally stepped back a little, giving her some space to catch her breath.

Their foreheads touched, and their breathing was heavy.

Dilraba's eyes were dreamy, her red lips were slightly swollen and glistening with moisture, and her cheeks were flushed with a charming blush, like a ripe peach.

Looking at her like this, Jiang Qing's dark eyes surged even more intensely.

He gently brushed his fingertips across her moist, slightly swollen lower lip, his voice hoarse beyond belief.

"This is the price, Ms. Reba, is it enough?"

His eyes held a satisfied look, but deep within, a flame burned even brighter.

Dilraba's chest heaved violently, and beneath the neckline of her mint green dress, her stunning white skin rose and fell with her breath, dazzling the eye.

She came to her senses and met his deep eyes. The undisguised possessiveness in them made her heart tremble, and then an even stronger desire to conquer surged up!

"not enough."

She licked her numb lips, her eyes regaining their boldness and provocation, tinged with a wildness that had been ignited.

She suddenly raised one leg, kneeling on the sofa cushion next to Jiang Qing, almost straddling his waist, looking down at him.

This movement caused the dress's skirt to slide up, revealing her shapely calves and rounded knees.

She cupped his face in her hands, forcing him to meet her burning eyes.

"President Jiang, you think you can get rid of me with this little price?"

She leaned down and pressed her lips to his, no longer passively accepting what she had just done, but launching a passionate and defiant attack.

She did everything in her power, as if she wanted to completely take back the situation that had just been under her control.

Jiang Qing groaned, and his hand, which had been on her back, slid down to support her pert buttocks, pulling her closer to him.

With his other hand, he ran his fingers through her thick, long black hair, cupping the back of her head and deepening the kiss.

The two were locked in a silent struggle on the large sofa, their lips and teeth touching, their breaths mingling, and the air was filled with a sweet, cloying scent that made one blush.

Dilraba's kisses gradually became delicate and lingering, sliding from her lips to his well-defined jawline, and then down to his Adam's apple, falling like raindrops.

She could clearly feel his Adam's apple sliding under her lips, as well as his body tensing up instantly and his breathing becoming heavier.

"Reba..."

Jiang Qing's voice was hoarse and barely audible, carrying a suppressed warning.

He gripped her hand tightly, as if trying to pull her away a little.

Reba ignored it.

She looked up at the flames raging in his eyes, her red lips curving into a smug and alluring smile.

"What? Is President Jiang scared already?"

She deliberately rubbed her knee against the sofa cushion next to him, shifted restlessly in his arms, and laughed even more seductively.

"You were so gentle and patient with that young girl in the video, but now you're only showing this much self-control with me?"

She deliberately brought up Zhou Ye, with a hint of jealousy and provocation.

Jiang Qing's eyes narrowed instantly, like a ferocious beast whose scales had been touched.

He suddenly tightened his arms, holding her firmly in his embrace. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and they could almost feel each other's rapid heartbeats.

"Reba..."

He stared at her, his eyes sharp as knives.

"Don't mention other people at times like this, especially her."

The warning in his tone was extremely direct.

Reba felt a little pain from his tight grip, but a strange sense of satisfaction welled up inside her.

Instead of deliberately provoking him, she stretched out her arms and hugged his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck and rubbing against him like a spoiled cat.

His voice was muffled, with a slightly soft, nasal tone.

"Then tell me, tonight... am I prettier, or is this dress prettier?"

This sudden display of affection and questioning, tinged with a childlike possessiveness, instantly dispelled the tense atmosphere from before.

Jiang Qing's tense body relaxed a little, and the sharpness in her eyes turned into helpless tenderness.

He lowered his head and rested his chin on the top of her fragrant hair.

"Dress?"

With a low laugh, his chest vibrated, his voice languid and hoarse.

"No matter how beautiful it is, it's just an inanimate object. Only when you wear it can it exude charm."

He paused, tightened his arms around her, and his voice deepened, carrying an undeniable certainty.

"You are the most beautiful, Dilraba, you are always the most beautiful."

This straightforward and affirmative praise instantly struck Dilraba's heart.

She looked up at him with sparkling eyes, all the provocation and jealousy from before turning into pure joy and pride.

She leaned in and gave him a loud kiss on the lips, making a "pop" sound.

"You can talk!"

She smiled, her eyes crinkling like a little fox that had just stolen some honey.

She was finally satisfied, stopped fidgeting, and nestled obediently in his arms, enjoying this rare moment of tenderness.

The city outside the window remained bustling and dazzling, with neon lights casting ever-changing shadows on the two figures embracing through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Inside the suite, only their heartbeats and gradually calming breathing remained.

The rich rose scent in the air seemed to settle down, becoming soft and lingering.

Jiang Qing held the soft body in his arms, feeling her dependence and satisfaction after she had shed all her pretenses.

A few minutes later, he suddenly noticed a restless little hand. He grabbed it and looked down to meet her watery eyes.

At this moment, no further words are needed.

The advantages of a formal dress are fully demonstrated at this moment; with just a slight lift, one can easily perform intimate acts.

Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes and brows radiated an astonishing charm.
(End of this chapter)