Rekindled Hearts: The Tycoon’s Reluctant Love

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Honey, Are You Flirting with Me?

Her hands braced against the man’s firm and broad chest, and Ming Yao’s heart skipped a beat.

Her fingertips curled around his exquisite, high-quality shirt, her breaths were all filled with his crisp, cold fir scent and a strong masculine fragrance, blending together to create an ambience that was beautiful and unique, irresistibly attractive, and compelling.

Ming Yao’s slender waist barely filled a man’s hand was tightly clasped in his large palm, and under the high-slit dress, her long, fair legs shone white in the light.

The man’s fingers gripped her delicate chin, his dark pupils focused on her rosy lips, and his deep, rich, magnetic voice rose in the silent room, “Is the cake delicious?”

His face was very close, and when he spoke, his warm breath spilled all over her face.

This man was stunning from every angle, with sharp contours and well-defined features, even his skin was ridiculously perfect, and from such a close distance, not a single pore or blemish could be seen.

The fingertips Ming Yao had on his shirt unconsciously tightened, “Yes, it’s delicious. It’s a pity you don’t like it.”

A magnetic and seductive low chuckle came from his throat, and his fingertips stroked her lips, “I want to taste it too.”

If you want to taste it, just taste it. She had barely taken a small bite of the cake!

Just as Ming Yao was about to say something, the large hand encircling her waist grabbed the back of her head.

Then—

Her charming and moist lips were firmly sealed by his.

His husky voice accompanied by the deepening kiss reached her ear, “I’m tasting it now.”

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Indeed, it was sweet and fragrant—

The fingers Ming Yao had on his collar suddenly clenched.

What is that damn man doing?

Suddenly seducing her?

Until now, it had always been her seducing him.

But now, he was actually taking the initiative to seduce her.

And moreover, his seduction was even more ardent than hers.

Ah ah ah!

Ming Yao felt somewhat overwhelmed!

If this continued, it would be too dangerous.

Did she really have to sacrifice her own appearance to get his “heart blood”?

She was well aware that there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

But just thinking of this man’s expression in bed made her scalp tingle and her legs shake.

That night’s memory had indeed cast a huge shadow over her!

The man’s pitch-black, narrow eyes were fixed on Ming Yao, and seeing her eyes wandering and her obviously distracted manner, his hand on her chin suddenly tightened, and then he bit her lip hard.

Ming Yao’s lip corner was bitten, and she gasped in pain.

She pushed the man away with force and glared at him with annoyance, “What are you doing?”

Ming Yao’s tender fingertips brushed her lip corner, the skin there having been bitten through.

The man did not let go of her chin, his fingertips caressed her alternately lightly and heavily, his low and cold voice laced with a trace of lethal danger, “What are you thinking about? Your boyfriend who has a terminal illness?”

His words carried a mixture of mockery and scorn.

Ming Yao’s long, dark lashes trembled slightly, “Didn’t I tell you? Jing Hang is gay, he’s just a disposable pawn who came to help me. How could I possibly be thinking about him?”

The man’s eyes narrowed slightly, in a seemingly bottomless dark gaze, “Then, what are you thinking?

“I…”

Before she could finish, the man evidently no longer wanted to listen, and with his long arm, he lifted Ming Yao horizontally.

Ming Yao instinctively wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, feeling suddenly weightless.

“What are you doing?”

The man whispered one word in her ear.

Ming Yao’s ears flushed with redness.

This was trouble, when this man started seducing, she really had no role to play!

He walked to the bed and threw her onto it.

Ming Yao’s head spun as the man’s tall figure toppled toward her.

She hastily grabbed a pillow and placed it between their bodies.

This time she returned to his side, the goals she needed to achieve had become much more difficult.

She knew she couldn’t be too finicky; if he wanted her body, she couldn’t really deny him.

But she genuinely had a shadow hanging over her from that night.

She needed some time to accept and digest it all.

At least, for now, she didn’t want to give up her body again!

Seeing Ming Yao put a pillow between them, Gu Siting’s handsome face darkened, “What, you’re unwilling?”

Ming Yao nodded slightly, “Mmm, I’m unwilling.”

The man didn’t expect such a direct answer and his expression grew even more sullen.

The atmosphere in the air turned rigid with the chill emanating from him.

He looked down at her, her small face pale as jade and tinged with grievance, “Husband, it’s not that I don’t want to give in, it’s just that the shadow you left that night is too big. Look—”

Ming Yao pulled down her red dress slightly, revealing lingering bruises just below her collarbone.

“It’s been so long, and my body still hasn’t fully recovered!”

Besides his rougher treatment, there was also the fact that her skin was too delicate and tender.

When Gu Siting saw the bruises that had not yet faded on her body, his slender eyebrows furrowed.

“It hasn’t healed yet?”

Ming Yao pursed her lips and nodded, “Isn’t it because you were too rough?”

Ming Yao was clear that once the man felt guilty, everything else would be easier to handle.

So, she started to push her luck a bit, “Husband, it really hurts, will you blow on it for me?”

Looking at the woman’s coquettish and cute antics, Gu Siting shifted his gaze away awkwardly, his handsome face twisting, “So fake!”

He spoke words of disdain, but his eyes betrayed a hint of enjoyment.

Ming Yao could see it.

Tyrant Gu liked girls who were a bit softer, a bit more coquettish, a bit more pitiable.

Typical for someone who could be swayed more by softness than force!

He didn’t blow on her wound because he was afraid that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

He got up from the bed and turned his back on Ming Yao, “I’m going downstairs to eat, don’t stay in my room!”

Gu Siting had no habit of sharing a room with anyone, especially not with this siren-like woman.

He feared it would make it hard for him to sleep at night.

Gu Siting went downstairs and ate the meal that Ming Yao had prepared.

The long-missed sense of familiarity returned.

Aunt Zhong, seeing that Gu Siting liked to eat dishes made by Gu Fuzhen and now also those made by Ming Yao but never liked the meals she cooked, felt her position in the household was in jeopardy.

Could it be that Fourth Master thought she disrespected him because she had once spoken well of Gu Fuzhen, and now he was thinking of firing her?

She had reached an old age, had watched Fourth Master grow up since he was a child, and had developed deep feelings for him. If he fired her, where could she go?

Gu Siting glanced at Aunt Zhong, who seemed troubled and hesitant to speak. Putting down his chopsticks, he wiped the corner of his lips with a napkin, “Aunt Zhong, do you have something to say?”

“Fourth Master, if there’s anything I haven’t done well and you want to fire me, please make sure to keep Steward Zhong. He does his job better than I do. If you make both of us old folks leave, we wouldn’t feel at ease about you living here alone.”

Gu Siting frowned, “Who said I was going to fire you?”

“But you don’t seem to like the meals I cook anymore.”

Gu Siting, “Really?”

“Yes, now you only eat a full bowl when it’s made by Fujin or your wife.”

Gu Siting glanced at the dishes on the table, his brows knitting together even more intensely.

So it seemed, the invisible impact of that woman had become so deeply rooted in his heart!