Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The angrier Zhao Rongzheng got, the calmer his voice became.

My legs went weak with fear, and I nearly dropped to my knees.

Zhao Yannan was “invited” out by the bodyguards, leaving only the two of us in the hall.

Zhao Rongzheng rose and walked over to me. Compared to five years ago, his presence was even more imposing now.

The pressure of a man long accustomed to power was so suffocating it was hard to breathe.

I had no time to think. Instinctively, I yielded and tried to save myself.

Before he could even speak, I melted against him and wrapped my arms around him.

Following the motion, I pressed my chest tightly against his solid thigh. “Mr. Zhao… I was wrong.”

“Xue Fu, you really do know how to bend when you need to.” Zhao Rongzheng gave a cold laugh, but his voice sank even lower.

I said nothing. Gritting my teeth, I held on even tighter.

The muscles of the man’s thigh tensed sharply in my arms, hot and hard.

Yet his tone only grew colder. “I suggest you stop courting death.”

“If you’re determined to kill me, then let me die in your bed.”

I lifted my damp, pitiful eyes to him.

“The truth is, all these years, I’ve never been able to forget you…”

“After all, you’re the most impressive man I’ve ever met.”

My boneless-soft fingers trailed upward along his firm thigh.

“Xue Fu!”

Zhao Rongzheng’s brows snapped together, a look of pained restraint flashing across his face. “You have a death wish!”

I couldn’t help grumbling inwardly. He was reacting this strongly, yet still pretending.

Besides, with how tall and strong he was, if he really didn’t want me touching him, he would have thrown me off long ago.

I widened my eyes in utter innocence and looked up at him from below. “Mr. Zhao…”

My fingers pressed a little harder.

Zhao Rongzheng’s breathing gradually grew rough.

I curved my lips and asked him innocently, “Are you uncomfortable?”

Zhao Rongzheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently.

The self-control he had always prided himself on was gone without a trace.

He knew full well that Xue Fu was a fickle, practiced liar who had countless men eating out of her hand.

And yet the moment he touched her body, all reason deserted him.

When he had walked in earlier and seen her sitting there with her head lowered, looking so frail and delicate…

The curve of her waist and hips had been even more alluring than five years ago.

His mouth had gone dry, and a fire had blazed deep in his belly.

Zhao Rongzheng knew he should push her away.

He should expose her vile true colors in front of that foolish cousin of his.

Then send her to the police station without the slightest mercy.

But the instant she wrapped her arms around him, half his rationality vanished.

Zhao Rongzheng lowered his eyes and looked at that face of hers, as radiant as peach blossoms and plums.

Five years ago, she had already been a delicate beauty in full bloom.

Now, she was like ripe fruit, tempting enough to make a man salivate.