mesbooks Chapter 159 Getting anxious?
Chapter 159 Getting anxious?
At this moment, the two girls who had just joined the dinner party came over, their faces full of smiles.
One of the girls said cautiously, "Sister-in-law, I was so rude just now, I didn't have a chance to greet you properly."
Shen Qingyao smiled gently: "It's alright, we're all friends."
Another girl quickly offered her some fruit: "Sister-in-law, have some fruit." Shen Qingyao accepted it and thanked her.
A moment later, Su Wan got up and went to the restroom. The two girls exchanged a glance, and one of them tentatively asked Shen Qingyao, "Sister-in-law, how did you and Mr. Meng meet?"
Shen Qingyao has never liked meddling in other people's business, so she naturally wouldn't have any deep conversations with people she's just met.
They probably guessed that at the next gathering, Xu Mingxuan and Zhou Yanqiu would be accompanied by new people.
It wouldn't be good for Shen Qingyao not to respond, so she briefly recounted how they met.
The girls looked on with envy: "Sister-in-law, you're so lucky. Mr. Meng is so good to you."
Just then, Meng Jiangyu's voice rang out: "What are you chatting about, making you so happy?"
Shen Qingyao looked up and saw that he had already walked over, holding a cup of warm tea in his hand, and handed it directly to Meng Jiangyu: "It's freshly brewed and warm, have a couple of sips."
Meng Jiangyu took the teacup, took a sip, then put it down, put his arm around Shen Qingyao's shoulder, and said with a faint smile, "The card game is over, shall we go home?"
Shen Qingyao nodded in agreement: "Okay."
The two girls wisely refrained from disturbing the conversation and returned to their respective male companions.
Lu Linchuan put his arm around Su Wan's waist gently and said to Meng Jiangyu, "We're going back first. Su Wan is tired. Please be careful on the way."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the group went their separate ways.
As the Bentley drove through the night, the neon lights of Beijing shone through the car windows, falling on Shen Qingyao's profile.
Out of the corner of his eye, Meng Jiangyu saw her leaning back in her chair, her eyes softening: "What were you two talking about just now? You seemed to be having a lot of fun."
"Su Wan said you're now in my hands." Shen Qingyao turned to look at him, a smile in her eyes.
Meng Jiangyu chuckled softly, "I'm willing to accept this fate for the rest of my life."
Shen Qingyao leaned against his arm, watching the light and shadows flash by outside the window, feeling a sense of peace in her heart.
Night fell over the windows of Yu Garden, leaving only a few warm yellow floor lamps inside. The light and shadows mingled on the wooden floor, and it was so quiet that you could hear each other's overlapping breaths.
Meng Jiangyu held Shen Qingyao's waist and pressed her against the entryway cabinet. The kiss came unexpectedly, yet it was familiar and hot. He brushed her lips, his tongue hooking her soft breath, swallowing all her trembling.
The two men's coats were casually tossed onto the sofa.
His palm pressed against her lower back through her off-white knitted dress, his fingertips gripping her tightly in his arms. His other hand held her chin, lifting it so she would look up to meet his kiss, their breaths mingling and swirling together.
Shen Qingyao's fingertips gripped his shirt collar, her knuckles turning white, the fabric wrinkled from the pressure. Her legs, which were on tiptoe, went slightly weak, and she could only cling to his shoulders. Her soft, panting breaths landed on his neck, prompting him to kiss her even more deeply.
From the entrance hall to the living room, he stumbled, the hem of her knitted dress being lifted to her waist. His palm pressed against her warm skin, moving upwards, his calloused fingertips brushing against the soft flesh of her waist, causing her to tremble slightly and grip his shirt even tighter.
The wool blanket on the living room sofa was soft. He leaned down and pressed her down on it, kissing her from the corner of her lips to her neck, gently biting the soft flesh of her collarbone, leaving faint red marks. He whispered in her ear in a hoarse voice, "Yaoyao, look at me."
Shen Qingyao opened her moist eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her eyes reflecting his image. He lowered his head and kissed away the moisture from the corner of her eyes, his fingertips unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time, his movements slow yet carrying an irresistible control, revealing the clean lines of his shoulders, neck, and waist.
He braced himself on his arms and covered her with kisses, showering her with kisses from her forehead to the tip of her nose and then to the corners of her lips, lingering and caressing her, stealing away all her breath.
As he stood up, he picked her up horizontally. Shen Qingyao immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, listened to his steady heartbeat, and felt the strength of his palms clenched on her knees, and walked all the way to the bedroom.
He lightly hooked his ankle and closed the door, the door panel making a soft sound, shutting out all the silence outside.
He gently placed her on the bed covered with cashmere sheets. Shen Qingyao's fingertips were still tightly wrapped around his neck, and the stray hairs on her cheeks brushed against his shoulder. Her soft, warm breath sprayed on the side of his neck, making him chuckle softly. He leaned down and kissed her reddened earlobe.
With utmost cherishing and possession, his fingertips brushed through her hair, tucking the stray strands that had fallen across her cheek behind her ear.
Meng Jiangyu propped himself up on his arm above her, the warm yellow light from the floor lamp falling on the corners of his eyes, concealing his usual aloofness and leaving only an intense, unyielding tenderness.
His kisses slid from her earlobe to her chin, then lingered on her lips. The earlier eagerness had subsided, replaced by a slower, more tender caress. His tongue lingered on her soft lips, swallowing all her soft, delicate breaths.
One hand firmly held her waist, pulling her into his arms, while the other gently stroked her eyebrows and eyes, his fingertips brushing against her damp eyelashes, as he whispered in a hoarse voice, "Baby."
Meng Jiangyu gently nibbled at her collarbone, leaving a faint red mark, and then lightly licked it with the tip of his tongue, causing her to tremble slightly.
His fingertips slowly traced the thin straps of her knitted dress, calloused from the touch. As they brushed against the soft flesh of her waist, Shen Qingyao's waist tensed abruptly, and she let out a soft moan before burying her face in his neck.
He gently removed the fabric, leaving it on the edge of the bed. The cool air enveloped her skin, and she instinctively snuggled into his arms. Meng Jiangyu chuckled, holding her tightly, his palm gently stroking her back with a burning heat that soothed all her trembling.
Then he straightened up and took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined shoulders and neck and his muscular waist and abdomen. His pale skin glowed faintly in the warm light.
Shen Qingyao's fingertips unconsciously rose, gently tracing his shoulder line. He paused, leaned down, grasped her wrist, and kissed her fingertips, moving upwards along the skin of her wrist, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Getting impatient?"
Her face flushed instantly. She tried to pull her hand back, but he gripped it even tighter. He leaned down and covered her again, showering her with kisses, from her forehead to the tip of her nose, and then to the corner of her lips, lingering and caressing her.
He brushed his thumb across her reddened lips, then leaned down and kissed her heart with a gesture that was incredibly gentle, yet possessive to the extreme.
Shen Qingyao's fingertips traced his back, her nails digging lightly into his flesh, leaving faint marks. He groaned and kissed her more deeply, his palms gripping her waist, completely encircling her in his arms. The warmth of their skin touching was intense, dispelling all the chill of December.
The room was so quiet that only their disordered breathing and heartbeats could be heard. Their intertwined figures were mingled together in the warm light. He whispered in her ear again and again, each word wrapped in burning affection: "Yaoyao, you... belong only to me."
His movements were tender and familiar, yet they also concealed an undeniable strength, gently catching all her softness and trembling, kissing away all her trembling and soft words.
Shen Qingyao buried her face in his neck, her fingertips tightly gripping his back. She pressed her face against his warm skin, feeling his steady heartbeat. All her unease vanished, leaving only the intense and passionate love filling the room. In the quiet of the night, they tossed and turned, year after year, inseparable.