“Miss Jiang Lai, I really want to devour you.”
Xu Ruobing was now saying whatever came to mind. If she kept holding back and hesitating, it would end up like last time—everything bottled up inside, leaving her parched and unsatisfied, longing but unable to get what she wanted.
She had clearly pushed the cool beauty Jiang Lai onto the bed, and they were just one step away from crossing the line.
But in the end, Xu Ruobing had forced herself to stop, unwilling to go against her conscience or Jiang Lai’s wishes as a woman, suppressing the volcano that was about to erupt.
Thinking back on what happened a few days ago, Xu Ruobing felt like she could grind her molars to dust. She could only think how much she had been pretending at the time.
She had already started going to the Hotel to relieve her stress, proactively striking up conversations and even suggesting a one-night stand herself.
She was the one who booked the Hotel, and it was her own hands that had unbuttoned Jiang Lai’s clothes.
Yet at the last moment, her conscience suddenly kicked in.
On the night she left, Xu Ruobing had tossed and turned alone in the neighboring room, unable to calm her restlessness, rolling around in bed all night just to vent her excess energy.
So what if she was a married woman, so what if she was someone else’s wife?
From Jiang Lai’s lonely, sorrowful expression at the Bar, it was obvious her married life was anything but happy.
If her marriage was so miserable, what was the point of keeping it going? Right then, Xu Ruobing had the urge to destroy someone else’s marriage.
This kind of idea, it seemed, was called NTR online.
If someone else couldn’t make Jiang Lai happy, if Jiang Lai couldn’t be happy, then she would take that person’s place.
Xu Ruobing’s seductive words, spoken so casually, tugged at the heartstrings of everyone in the car.
The two female police officers in the front seats felt as if they had just overheard an earth-shattering secret.
If they were to expose this, Internet Gossip Weekly might even crash from the news.
After all, Xu Ruobing was the most talented First-Tier Female Celebrity, having risen to fame solely on her abilities, never relying on rumors or gossip.
The TV dramas she starred in were practically a household name among young people.
And now, right here in the back seat, Xu Ruobing was actually thinking of becoming someone else’s mistress—and not just any mistress, but another woman’s.
The two female police officers sat in complete silence, not daring to make a sound, listening intently to the conversation happening in the back.
Even the speed of the car had unconsciously slowed down.
Jiang Lai looked at Xu Ruobing leaning on her shoulder, tightly gripping her hand.
If she looked down just a little, she could see those impossibly long eyelashes and soft, rosy lips.
Jiang Lai felt her heart racing. After a moment to calm herself, she said, “Miss Xu, I’m already married. I’m not worthy of you.”
“Are you happy, though?”
Xu Ruobing gently lifted Jiang Lai’s hand.
On her ring finger was a faint mark left behind by a Wedding Ring, a small difference in color.
“If you’re really so happy, then why did you take off your Wedding Ring?”
Jiang Lai didn’t even know how to answer that.
Was she supposed to say her fingers had gotten slimmer, and the old ring would fall off if she wore it now?
While Jiang Lai was silently thinking about how to explain, Xu Ruobing spoke up.
“Even if your Wedding Ring doesn’t fit anymore, wouldn’t your partner buy you a new one? If they truly loved you, how could they not care about something like this?”
Jiang Lai was an incredibly beautiful woman—skin as smooth as snow, brows like willow leaves, lips the color of cinnabar.
She was cold yet mature, with a unique sensuality in her every move. What kind of heartless person wouldn’t cherish a woman like this?
Xu Ruobing quietly watched Jiang Lai’s eyelashes flutter, her lips curling into a smile.
She reached out and gently caressed the dazed Jiang Lai, her cheeks soft and smooth, unforgettable to the touch.
Afraid that her next words would be overheard by others, Xu Ruobing leaned in closer to Jiang Lai’s flushed ear and whispered, “How long has it been since you’ve been truly satisfied?”
“Miss Jiang, don’t worry… I’ll give you a kind of happiness you’ve never experienced before. I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”
Listening to Xu Ruobing’s filthy words murmured in her ear, Jiang Lai felt Xu Ruobing was simply too shameless.
She had already said she was married, but the other woman had dropped all pretense, stuffing all sorts of wicked thoughts into her head.
Jiang Lai never expected that her initial refusal would lead to such a huge misunderstanding today. But once a lie was told, it took countless more to cover it up.
Jiang Lai wanted to explain herself properly, but how could Xu Ruobing possibly allow her to give a reason for rejection?
She held Jiang Lai’s slender waist tightly, her hands restlessly brushing against Jiang Lai’s ankle.
The sensation made Jiang Lai cry out from the pain, “Ouch…”
Jiang Lai’s eyes turned red at the corners, and her cry of pain drew everyone’s attention in the car—especially Xu Ruobing, who had just been rubbing her ankle.
Xu Ruobing had only meant to tease her a little, but hadn’t expected that just a light touch would actually hurt her.
Glancing at the ankle she had just touched, Xu Ruobing didn’t give Jiang Lai a chance to refuse. She directly lifted Jiang Lai’s leg and placed it on her own thigh.
With just a glance, Xu Ruobing pulled up Jiang Lai’s jeans, exposing the ankle hidden inside.
Jiang Lai had been acting as if nothing was wrong, but just by looking, anyone could see her ankle was badly swollen and red, making one’s heart ache.
“Didn’t I ask if you were hurt? Why didn’t you say anything?”
If she had known earlier, Xu Ruobing wouldn’t have touched her ankle at all.
Seeing Xu Ruobing lose her usual elegance out of worry, Jiang Lai lowered her eyes in embarrassment.
Jiang Lai had noticed her ankle was a bit twisted earlier, but she didn’t think it was a big deal and didn’t mention it.
After all, it was just a minor injury—she could rub some herbal oil on it when she got home and it would be fine.
“It’s just a little sore. It didn’t hurt before.”
Xu Ruobing looked at the hesitant Jiang Lai.
This woman never complained about anything. Was she really going to suffer in silence even when she was hurt?
“You have a mouth for a reason, don’t you? If you’re hurt, or something’s wrong, you should tell me. Don’t try to hide it… Bottling it up will only make you feel worse. Sometimes you need to learn to rely on others.”
Xu Ruobing glanced at the aggrieved Jiang Lai. With this kind of personality, she’d probably never say a word even if she was bullied.
Ignoring Jiang Lai’s protests, Xu Ruobing gently held her calf.
To better check the swelling, she took off both her shoe and sock, revealing a delicate, fair foot, as finely sculpted as white jade.
Okay. I kinda like how straightforward she is ngl