Chương 5: Chapter 5 Only You Can Consummate
"You are Ji Chengzhou's bride of convenience... tonight is your wedding night... he can't move... I'll consummate the marriage for him," Song Shijing panted and then lifted his head from Sang Qian's shoulder.
The next second, his hot lips landed on her pale neck.
Sang Qian couldn't help but shiver slightly, then she began to struggle violently.
With the last bit of his reason, Song Shijing forced himself to let go of Sang Qian, "I never force anyone."
Sang Qian turned and pulled open the door of the private room, Song Shijing's low and husky voice rose again, "With me here, any action you wish to take will fail."
Sang Qian's steps halted abruptly.
Threat.
He was threatening her.
But he indeed had the capital to threaten her; with his power, if he truly intervened, her revenge would be severely hampered.
Sang Qian's hand at her side clenched tightly, she turned around, staring angrily at Song Shijing, "Why does it have to be me?"
With his status, the women would come to him in droves with just a glance from him.
Why was he stubbornly fixated on her?
Song Shijing turned to lean against the wall, closed his eyes, and suppressed all uncontrollable desires, causing his fair handsome face to flush unnaturally, and his chest to rise and fall slightly.
He was supposed to look disheveled, but that overly handsome face covered with messy passion was damnably sexy.
Sang Qian heard him slowly start, "It can only be you."
To hell with it can only be you.
Bloody man!
You're ruthless!
After cursing inwardly for a while, Sang Qian walked into the room and slammed the door shut with a bang.
To take her revenge, she had already married Ji Chengzhou, and she must not allow Song Shijing to stop her.
As the man's tall figure pressed down on her, Sang Qian grit her teeth and squeezed out through clenched teeth, "Remember, you owe me a favor!"
Song Shijing: "Okay."
The heat inside the room skyrocketed, and numerous ambiguous factors exploded in the air.
It was unclear how long it took, but the tide of passion gradually subsided, and everything slowly returned to calm.
Sang Qian lay on the bed, her whole body felt as though her bones had been crushed and then reassembled, sore and limp, not wanting to move a single finger.
Watching Song Shijing put on his shirt, buttoning it up to the topmost collar, he reverted to that ascetic, cold, elevated man from the rumors, she couldn't help but taunt, "A beast in human clothing."
Song Shijing's movement paused slightly as he lazily glanced at the woman on the bed, "You come out to enjoy yourself on your wedding night; I'm a beast in human clothing, what are you?"
Sang Qian was choked by Song Shijing's words, feeling suffocation in her chest.
It was he who forced her, yet how did he have the face to mock her in return?
Song Shijing put on his suit, his deep gaze still fixed on Sang Qian's face, "Promiscuous or a flirt?"
Sang Qian glared furiously, "Song Shijing, don't go too far!"
Song Shijing withdrew his gaze, the corners of his lips lifted in a slight, not so obvious smile tinged with evident mockery. He took out a business card from his pocket, placed it on the nightstand, and then walked out without looking back.
Ah, ah, ah!
She wanted to kill him!
Sang Qian lay on the bed for a while, her inner anger slowly subsided, she got up intending to take a bath, but as soon as her feet touched the carpet, her legs softened and she fell to the floor.
Bloody man!
He knew nothing of cherishing the fairer sex; his tormenting was utterly inhumane, a beast!
Sang Qian lay on the floor for a good while before slowly getting up and entering the bathroom. Seeing her battered body in the mirror, she couldn't help but curse Song Shijing's ancestors in her mind.
After cleaning up, Sang Qian left the Honor Classics and returned home to see the quietly sleeping man on her bed, a surge of guilt welled up inside her.
Although she didn't truly want to marry Ji Chengzhou, turning him into a cuckold on their wedding night... really was a bit too much.
The next day, Wenlan's call woke Sang Qian, "How did things go last night?"
The scenes from last night flashed through her mind rapidly, Sang Qian's fingers tightened around her phone, "Song Shijing probably won't cooperate with Ji Yuanhang now."
"Really, how did you manage it?"
Sleeping with him to find out?
Sang Qian exhaled a sigh, then changed the subject, "Sister Wen, could you check Song Shijing's whereabouts for me on the day of my accident five years ago?"
She wasn't sure if it was her misconception, but she felt like Song Shijing resembled the man who had spent that night with her five years ago.
Though she was drugged by Su Miaotong that night and couldn't discern who the man with her was, it wasn't entirely without sensation.
The initial pain, the feeling of the man's narrow waist, the force he penetrated her with, and the scent on his body.
Last night, Song Shijing's waist, the force, and the scent were incredibly similar to the sensations left by that man that night.
Whether he was the man from that night five years ago or not, as long as there was a slim clue, she wouldn't give up.
"It's tough to investigate Song Shijing since he's so private, but I'll try my best."
"Right." Sang Qian had just hung up when a knock on the door rang out, "Young Madam, the old madam has arrived."
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