CHAPTER 264: CHAPTER 77: THE FURIOUS KISS (PART 2)

Both had been drinking that night, and as the alcohol kicked in, Su Ziceng felt nauseous from the unsettling tumult Hang Yishao had caused. She squatted beside the road, grimacing as she attempted to settle the unease in her stomach.

"Give me an answer," Hang Yishao watched Su Ziceng stop on the side, her small, shrinking figure resembled a little puppy, his tone softened, and he walked over to Su Ziceng’s side.

"Say what?" Su Ziceng felt a bit better in her stomach, and just as she tried to stand up, she met Hang Yishao’s eyes.

"What’s going on between you and that Pello?" Hang Yishao asked in a low voice, revealing his true curiosity. It was only tonight that he sensed something was off.

"It’s exactly what you imagine," Su Ziceng replied irritably, Hang Yishao’s behavior tonight had disappointed her, acting like a child who had his toy taken away.

"What I imagine? How?" Hang Yishao’s tone became foul again, he moved closer to Su Ziceng, forcing her to meet his eyes, "Just like he said, going to France together, Su Ziceng, stop dreaming, Uncle Su will never agree."

"I’m no longer the Su Ziceng of the past, without a father, without the Su Family, I can still live well," Su Ziceng tried to push Hang Yishao away, but at that moment, Hang Yishao seemed like a crazed dog with bloodshot eyes, blocking her way, and no amount of shoving had any effect.

"You are my fiancée," Hang Yishao roared, he had never wanted to bring this up before, but today, this fact, which he had regarded as a joke for nearly twenty years, became the last line of defense to maintain the relationship between him and Su Ziceng.

"You also once said it was just a joke, the two of us don’t...," Su Ziceng was about to finish her sentence but Hang Yishao cut her off.

The Ferrari parked aside, occasional uphill vehicles drove by, Hang Yishao ignoring them all, he simply didn’t want those fearful words to escape.

Su Ziceng’s wrist was tightly gripped by him, no matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t break free. She was pressed against the car, her clothes deformed by the pulling.

Their teeth clashed together, Hang Yishao had tasted blood, but he refused to let go, devouring Su Ziceng’s sobs, his mind filled with one thought, not allowing her to utter any words that could completely sever their relationship.

The coat’s button popped off, hitting the ground, his cold fingers slipped inside her neckline, her chest strap was torn open slightly, letting the cold wind seep in, causing a trail of goosebumps.

Behind them, the sound of an engine roared, a silver sports car zoomed past Su Ziceng’s view, she forcefully pushed Hang Yishao away, the car’s body emitted a dull thud. She hastily straightened her clothes, her mouth still stained with blood, she had never seen Hang Yishao like this before.

"Don’t ever bring this up in front of me again," Hang Yishao’s hands still lingered with the warm touch from Su Ziceng’s body, he turned his head away, indeed he had lost control momentarily, unable to restrain himself, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he dare not look at Su Ziceng again.

The mountain wind kept blowing, Su Ziceng’s coat button was torn off, her collar opened up.

Hang Yishao took off his coat, forcefully draped it over Su Ziceng and then had her sit inside the car, while he lit a cigarette outside. The two remained silent for a long while, inside and outside the car, until Hang Yishao finished his fifth cigarette, calming the restlessness inside him, and then he got back into the car.

The car was warm, with a layer of white fog condensing on the windows. Hang Yishao was pleased to see Su Ziceng still curled up in his coat, her figure hidden under the loose sleeves, adding a touch of delicacy, making her look as if she was embraced in his arms.

"Really going back to the dormitory?" Hang Yishao reclined leisurely in the driver’s seat, hands clasped behind his neck, smiling as he asked.

Seeing that the person beside him didn’t make a sound, he wasn’t in a hurry to start the car, just left the headlights on, flipped down the mirror, and checked the corner of his mouth. There was a small cut, just bitten by Su Ziceng, like a wild cat of a woman.

"To school." Su Ziceng glanced at her phone, going back to the Su Family at this time, plus her disheveled clothes, even with a thousand explanations she couldn’t clarify things.

"Put this on for me," Hang Yishao took a box of band-aids from the car, cheekily pointing at the corner of his mouth.

Su Ziceng gave him a cold look, turned around, and got out of the car. On the mountain road, there were no other cars passing by. Glancing at her high heels, she had no choice but to turn around and sit back down.

Hang Yishao was somewhat teasing her too, he simply turned off the headlights, even pulled out the car key, keeping his hands in the same position, leaned back in the seat, and closed his eyes to rest.

"Damn it," Su Ziceng cursed, under the dim streetlight, she pulled out a band-aid, tore it open, and stuck it on Hang Yishao’s mouth. The car was cramped and narrow. Hang Yishao first kept his eyes closed, but when he sensed the familiar fragrance, he opened his eyes.

Listening to the delicate breathing by his ear, the hair like black satin under the light, her petite nose and the translucent crimson complexion. Hang Yishao smiled, the previous displeasure now completely dissipated.

"Su Ziceng, actually you look pretty good," Su Ziceng’s hands faltered, and the band-aid she had applied correctly went crooked.

She looked at Hang Yishao in surprise, he actually said something complimentary. Hang Yishao reached out his hand, also pulled out a band-aid, and stuck it on the corner of Su Ziceng’s mouth, both of their mouths now adorned with a band-aid, making it obvious to any observant person what had happened.

The sentence he just said wasn’t complete, "You look pretty good, so it’s okay to take you out." Hang Yishao’s theory about girlfriends was simple, if she can be taken out, and he likes her himself, then that’s settled.

That naive teacher who came out of nowhere, couldn’t compete with the many years of relationship between him and Ziceng, you know, he and Ziceng have known each other for almost twenty years.

Outside the main gate of Kelly Women’s College, Su Ziceng got out of the car, the competent security guard still stood like a spear in the night, Su Ziceng still draped in Hang Yishao’s coat. She thought for a moment, then threw the coat back. When tossing the coat, she caught sight of a familiar silver-gray sports car parked in a dead angle under a streetlight, the car was empty.

Hang Yishao leaned out of the car window, watched Su Ziceng walk in, then started the car, reversing, Hang Yishao also saw a parked car in the rearview mirror, a new model Bugatti Veyron, he whistled cheerfully, it seems his Ferrari also needs an upgrade.

After Hang Yishao left, in that seemingly unmanned car, the seat reclined back, and Pello sat in the dark, his eyes shadier than the night.(To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for monthly tickets, recommendation tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)