Cheng Weiyue had never expected Zhou Jingwei to do something so reckless; he always appeared so restrained, so ascetic. So when he suddenly behaved this way, she had no power to resist.
Cheng Weiyue was kissed until her eyes were wet and shimmering, her lips red as if they were bleeding.
Zhou Jingwei's eyes were so dark that they were unreadable, but the hand he placed on her lips pressed down with a deliberate firmness.
He said in a voice so sensuous it was almost indecent, "Miss Cheng, you are the only one from my past, the only one I can never forget for the rest of my life."
Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the chairman's office of Jingxing Group was heavy with gloom.
Qin He had taken Meng Shengsheng back to North City in the morning and, before leaving, had cast a dissenting vote on Zhao Hanchen's new proposal at the Jingxing board meeting.
The proposal wasn't anything particularly significant, and Qin He's single vote didn't really make an impact.