That was why… The safest thing in this world that was with no expiration date would only be money. She was a materialistic and opportunistic woman. She didn't want a man or love, because she only wanted… money.
Liancheng Yazhi casually pressed the cigarette bud in the ashtray as undeniable ridicule appeared on his expression.
People liked intelligent women, but sometimes, they were rather annoying.
"Rong Yan, you're indeed a woman with self-consciousness."
Liancheng Yazhi rarely called Rong Yan by her name because she didn't deserve it. However, he had accidentally blurted out her name from time to time, especially when he was angry, like he was right now.
But whenever her name leaves his mouth, it would sound very sentimental, as if he was the only one worthy of calling her name.
Rong Yan rested her head on Liancheng Yazhi's shoulder and pulled a coy look. One of her hands playful tapped his shoulder as if she was playing the piano.
She leaned closer towards Liancheng Yazhi's ear and blew into it. "That is why Mr. Liancheng must not give me hope. I also am greedy. What if one day, I suddenly want to grab a rich man like you and do something I shouldn't do? What will happen then?"
Liancheng Yazhi narrowed his eyes as heat surged in his black, sparkling eyes. However, his expression remained as calm as ever.
If she hadn't spent some time with this man and found out about his changes and habits, Rong Yan would really think that he was not attracted to her at all.
Rong Yan blinked at first. She then pulled an innocent, doe-eye look at him as she complained softly.
"Mr. Liancheng, how can you be like this? We've already played past our allotted time for tonight. I'm exhausted too, so I should get off work now."
However, what she didn't know was the more she acted that way, the more the man wanted to ravish her crazily and shatter her naivety.
Liancheng Yazhi never understood why Rong Yan's eyes could remain so innocent and clean when she had such a greedy heart filled with money and gold.
Liancheng Yazhi grabbed her chin, putting some force as his lips curled into a cruel, cold smile. "You will have a lot of rest time after today."
It meant that after that night, he would not summon her again for a long time. Hence, there was no need for her to rest at the time being and they would only end their playdate after it completely satisfied him.
Rong Yan's skin was great. It was fairer and smoother than most people. She also exuded a faint fragrance. It was not a man-made fragrance, but a fragrance that exuded from within her. This was something Liancheng Yazhi could never get sick of.
He enjoyed leaving red mark after mark on Rong Yan's skin, like he was branding them on.
After he had done branding, she was his.
Rong Yan's last memory of that day was that she was so sleepy that her eyelids couldn't even open anymore. However, mentally, she was extremely conscious.
She heard Liancheng Yazhi lean down and inched near her ear to say, "Rong Yan, you're a vixen."
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Rong Yan's lips before she blacked out and fell asleep.
Actually, she wanted to tell Liancheng Yazhi these:
'Darling, if I wasn't a vixen, how would I be able to trick you?
'If I wasn't a vixen, how would I be able to climb into your bed?
'If I wasn't a vixen, how would I be able to do such a lowly thing?'
Haha… She was just a vixen, a woman bad to the core and would go down to hell after she died.
No. She had already died once, but she didn't go to hell. The heavens must be blind to let her come back and ruin another…
Rong Yan thought that it would take some time for Liangcheng Yazhi to look for her after their last meet up, or that he might even end the relationship altogether. After all, his fiancée was back. It was due time for the wild ones like her to stand back.
However, after spending two comfortable days, Rong Yan received a call from Liancheng Yazhi.
Rong Yan was having her hair done in the salon when her phone rang with the caller ID stating 'Sugar Daddy.'
Rong Yan instantly adjusted her emotions and answered the call with a coy and soft voice. "Hello, Mr. Liancheng? Why are you summoning me today? Didn't you say your fiancée was coming back?"
"Meet me at Miyin at nine."
Perhaps it was because they were talking on the phone, Liancheng Yazhi's voice sounded a little distant.
'Miyin?' Rong Yan thought about it. This definitely didn't mean that she was just going to be a flower vase this time, so she asked, "Mr. Liancheng, can I ask what it is about? So that I can dress up appropriately."
"For a business."
"Got it. I will definitely make you satisfied."
After ending the call, Rong Yan's expression instantly darkened. Business?
Hmph… It seemed like he didn't want her anymore, so he wanted to bring her along to sell her smiles and body to help with his business transactions.
But it was alright. Anyway… she was already so dirty, which meant that following anyone was the same.
As the sissy hairstylist helped Rong Yan manage her hair, he said, "Miss, you look really good with this loose perm. It makes you look even more feminine."
Rong Yan smiled when she saw the coy and seductive woman in the mirror.
"Really? I think it's not too bad either. It's a pity… I have to join a business meeting with my Boss tonight and this hairstyle isn't suitable. Help me tie it up."
"It's alright. When you come for a hair treatment tomorrow, I'll help you do it again…"
"Alright…"
…
At nine that night, Rong Yan arrived at Miyin's entrance in a taxi, and she was just right on time.
There was one more thing about being a mistress; they had to be punctual, had to arrive whenever the sugar daddy said so, had to be self-conscious and not put up a front, else they would end up with nothing.
The so-called 'Miyin' meant decadent music. Just hearing the name of the place was enough to know what the place exactly was. Its acoustic field gambling den was officials' and elite's favorite place in the city.
Liancheng Yazhi saw Rong Yan standing outside of Miyin after he got out of his car.
She exuded intelligence and beauty different from Song Rouran. There was a hint of vixen to her, although she looked innocent and pure on the outside. Liancheng Yazhi had asked himself a couple of times if this woman was perhaps a vixen-incarnate.
However, Rong Yan's outfit was rather proper as she dressed like a normal company office staff.
She only wore a plain, long-sleeved, fitting white shirt as her top, making her figure look even more voluminous. The top two buttons were open, exposing her slender and beautiful neckline. Her skin was actually fairer than the white shirt she was wearing.
On the bottom half of her body, she wore a simple, black A-line skirt just at the right length.
The helm of the skirt was ten centimeters above her knees, making her look reserved and yet, sexy. Her curves were obvious, but her body exposed no part of her body to the surface.
Rong Yan was wearing a pair of seven centimeters-tall black high heels. A thin nude-colored stocking covered her slender legs. When she walked, she looked extraordinarily charming and seductive.
She had tied her hair up, with two casual strands of hair falling by her ears. She looked a little messy but prim and proper at the same time.
However, the difference she had from those strict office workers were her eyes—as they darted around, they held a hint of seduction in them. She was seductive but not cheap, sexy but not bewitching.
She exuded an abstinent beauty from head to toe. When people saw her, their hearts would itch in desire from being able to see her, but unable to touch her.
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