Sensing Zhou Ying's embarrassment, Jiang Cheng led her to the private lounge hidden behind a screen.
He instructed bentley to expedite the License Plate paperwork.
Once they were out of the onlookers' sight, Zhou Ying finally threw caution to the wind.
She hugged Jiang Cheng tightly, already overwhelmed with gratitude.
Her voice trembling, Zhou Ying said, "Jiang Cheng, I don't deserve this kindness from you. This car, I…"
Before she could finish, Jiang Cheng cut in.
"Letting you drive it means nothing to me."
After all, the car had cost him nothing; on the contrary, Jiang Cheng had even turned a profit.
As he spoke, he activated the skill Deep Affection Gaze.
In his current state, even a dog would feel he was gazing at it with love.
Seeing the depth of affection in his eyes, Zhou Ying felt even more touched.
Unable to help herself, she pressed her soft pink lips to his.
Jiang Cheng naturally welcomed her initiative, flicking on a light round of Tongue Agility to cooperate.
Before this, he had kept his kisses gentle, afraid of scaring Zhou Ying.
After all, she was completely inexperienced, and the two of them had not yet crossed any substantial line.
If Tongue Agility went overboard, it would feel cheap and make Zhou Ying think he was a seasoned kisser.
But now that she had offered herself, he could hardly be blamed for taking a taste.
After a long while, Jiang Cheng felt Zhou Ying's body go boneless as she slowly collapsed into his arms.
Her hands began pushing gently against him.
Glancing at their very public surroundings, Jiang Cheng cursed the unfortunate timing.
In a place like this he actually wanted to be worse than a beast.
But the drafty room was little better than a changing cubicle—he had no wish to end up on the news.
Still dizzy from his superb kissing, Zhou Ying left his embrace with misty eyes.
She shifted awkwardly, then looked away, cheeks flushed.
Zhou Ying was no fool; she knew that if this continued, one day she would lose control and end up with Jiang Cheng.
After all, how many women could truly resist an assault like his?
He had bought her a five-million-yuan bentley without batting an eye.
How many such men could she meet in her lifetime?
Yet Jiang Cheng had never actually said he liked her. Though they had held hands many times, kissed several times, and he had bought her jewelry and bags,
he had never once formally confessed.
The last time she and Jiang Cheng had been eating out, they ran into Qiao Yinyin.
When Qiao Yinyin asked if Zhou Ying was his girlfriend, Jiang Cheng had stayed silent.
That silence sometimes left Zhou Ying insecure.
If only Jiang Cheng would confess—she would nod yes at once.
Though she knew a girl like her probably had no future with Jiang Cheng,
his family was so wealthy, and her own family circumstances were far from a match.
She knew she was beautiful, but beauty is fleeting.
Perhaps Jiang Cheng liked her now, but what about when marriage became the topic?
Would his family accept a daughter-in-law who offered only looks and no background?
Rich men are not fools.
Their money only grows with time,
while a woman's looks are temporary.
Why trade immeasurable wealth for fleeting beauty?
Hence more and more tycoons no longer judge partners by appearance alone.
They value whether the woman has real strengths or whether her family can bolster their own.
Who would exchange long-term fortune for short-lived beauty?
Look at Father Ma and Richest Man Wang—were either of their first wives great beauties?
Zhou Ying had struggled with this; she was no longer the naïve Little Girl.
She understood she and Jiang Cheng had no future.
Yet looking at him now, she felt a reckless impulse.
She refused to reject the man who stirred her heart while she was in her prime.
Even if they might part ways later, at least they would have been together.
Better than growing old and sighing in regret,
wondering why she had never chosen Jiang Cheng.
Since Jiang Cheng treated her so well before they were even a couple, what more could she want?
Glancing around, she pressed a hand to her racing heart and said, "Jiang Cheng… next time, all right? When I'm ready…"
Watching her part her soft lips to utter those shy words, Jiang Cheng's breath hitched.
Of course he agreed to such a maddening proposition.
After all, his persona was that of a perfect gentleman.
Forcing himself on her—something only the worst beast would do—was out of the question.
If they were in a hotel room, he might reluctantly consider abandoning that restraint.
Yet even the gentleman had limits: Zhou Ying's fair, Split Dress legs lay right beside him.
Even a connoisseur like Jiang Cheng had to admit they were superb legs.
Without further courtesy he pulled her close and launched another round of Tongue Agility.
This assault was fiercer than before, spiced with a bit of Panda-Petting fun.
Truly national-treasure pandas—round and soft to the touch.
Within minutes Zhou Ying was overwhelmed and begged him to stop.
Since she cried halt, Jiang Cheng graciously relented.
Seeing him cease, Zhou Ying exhaled in relief.
They were still outdoors, and she wasn't bold enough to go further in the open.
After smoothing her dress, she nestled obediently in Jiang Cheng's arms.