I Want You - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The night in Lucheng after the rain recovered its usual bustle and noise. Neon lights flickered on both sides of the road; the sudden, abrupt downpour had done nothing to dampen the city’s prosperity.

The limited-edition extended Bentley had sleek, sharp lines, crouching in the darkness like a dormant beast.

The driver respectfully opened the rear door: “Madam, Sir, please board.”

Shang Congzhi’s evening gown had a very long train. She lifted the hem, moving her high-heeled feet carefully, terrified that the rainwater on the roadside might splash onto her legs.

When she heard the driver’s address, she lost her footing and suddenly slipped. Her entire body tilted to the side.

The next second, a pair of warm, cool hands caught her arms.

A flash of astonishment crossed Shang Congzhi’s eyes. Her breath was instantly permeated with the man’s crisp cedar scent—cool, detached, and seductive, just like the man himself.

Once she realized what was happening, she felt as if she had been scalded. She hurriedly dodged his support, agilely scrambled to the innermost part of the car cabin, and pulled her trailing hem in after her. The ink-green skirt spread out across the expensive black leather seat, swaying with a picturesque beauty in the dim light.

As soon as she was settled, she subconsciously wanted to kick off her ten-centimeter heels. They were beautiful, but wearing them was exhausting.

Her fair fingertips had just touched her heel when the light suddenly dimmed. Shang Congzhi’s movements paused. Glancing sideways, she saw Mu Xinglan sitting down in the seat next to her.

Shang Congzhi sat up straight, acting as if nothing had happened. She brought her knees together, her calves tilted slightly, moving with grace and ladylike decorum. But after a moment, she softened back into the comfortable leather seat like a lazy bone, wanting to let out a sigh of comfort.

Mu Xinglan’s gaze fell lightly and faintly on Shang Congzhi. Seeing that she was wearing only a thin silk dress, exposing a large expanse of snow-white skin, her two long, slender, white legs appearing and disappearing from the slit in the skirt as she sat, it was undeniable that Shang Congzhi was extremely beautiful and glamorous. Even in her lazy state, she was profoundly bewitching.

Meeting Mu Xinglan’s clear, piercing eyes, Shang Congzhi’s sense of comfort dissipated. She hooked the shawl draped over her arms and wrapped it tightly around herself, finally feeling a bit of security.

Lifting her eyelashes slightly, she glanced at him: “What are you looking at? Never seen a fairy stretch?”

Now, whenever they met, she didn’t greet him, acted like a stranger, and didn’t even call him “Brother” anymore. Mu Xinglan, provoked by her righteous indignation, was not angry but instead laughed.

“Zhizhi, it’s been three years. Is your rebellious phase still not over?”

Shang Congzhi’s suppressed emotions, hidden ever since she met him, nearly evaporated at his words. She knew perfectly well what “rebellious phase” he was referring to from three years ago.

She had been raised as the apple of her parents’ eyes, pampered and spoiled. She had been beautiful since childhood and possessed a sweet tongue; both adults and children loved her, and whatever she wanted, people would move heaven and earth to offer it to her.

Until three years ago, when she was eighteen, Shang Congzhi saw Mu Xinglan after he had bathed in her own home. Suddenly, as if enlightened, her heart bloomed, and she fell in love with him. She could no longer see him as the childhood friend/brother who watched her grow up. So, she tried hard to pursue him, wanting to capture his “heart.”

However, when she summoned the courage to confess to Mu Xinglan—

Mu Xinglan, who had always given her whatever she wanted, rejected her without a second thought for the first time: “Zhizhi, you are still young; you don’t understand what love is.”

To prove to Mu Xinglan that she was “not young anymore,” the bold and crazy eighteen-year-old girl secretly went to a lingerie store, bought the most alluring lace underwear, wrapped a long trench coat reaching her ankles over it, went to his office to find him, and sat on Mu Xinglan’s ascetic, cold desk, slowly pulling down the coat’s zipper:

“Brother, I’m not young anymore.”

Pulling herself back from the memory, Shang Congzhi glanced sideways at Mu Xinglan’s handsome, refined face, her expression somewhat subtle.

She had forgotten the look in Mu Xinglan’s eyes at the time, but she remembered his reaction clearly—she even felt that her perfect backside couldn’t sit still now. Because this man, who looked refined and ascetic on the surface, actually possessed a level of self-control that only came from being “battle-hardened.” Being seduced by such a pure, seductive, and fresh little fairy like her, he had actually cold-facedly, seriously zipped up her trench coat, and then spanked her backside—yes, he had spanked an eighteen-year-old girl’s backside!

Shang Congzhi collected her emotions and smiled at him: “The adolescent rebellious phase usually lasts six to eight years. Does Mr. Mu not even know such basic common sense?”

She tapped her delicate chin with her slender fingers for a long time, then suddenly realized: “Oh! Mr. Mu has been past puberty for over a decade. You’re an old man now, it’s normal to forget.”

“It was my rashness.”

“I offer you my sincere apologies.”

Little girls knew best how to infuriate an “old man.”

“You think I’m old?”

After a long while, Mu Xinglan’s cool voice echoed in the cabin.

Shang Congzhi had finished provoking him and was feeling satisfied. So, when she keenly sensed the danger in that question, she pretended not to hear it and calmly changed the subject: “How are you planning to deal with that Shen Tanning?”

Mu Xinglan took in all her dynamic expressions and suddenly laughed softly. For some reason, Shang Congzhi felt he was mocking her for changing the subject too clumsily.

Just as she was about to speak, she saw Mu Xinglan open his thin lips and utter just a few words: “Leave it to the lawyers.”

He had actually gone along with her subject change. Just as Shang Congzhi frowned, dissatisfied with this answer, Mu Xinglan’s secretary, Qin You, sitting in the front passenger seat, explained: “Miss Shang, our company has the best legal team in all of Lucheng. They are absolutely more formidable than the lawyers at the Second Young Master Mu’s firm, having fought for years without a single defeat.”

“At that time, we will let the top lawyer in the team, who serves only our Mr. Mu, work for you.”

“Please, rest assured!”

Having an industry-leading lawyer represent her in this minor defamation case? Even if Shang Congzhi was thick-skinned, she felt this was overkill. Yet, Mu Xinglan sat there calmly and composedly, not denying Qin You’s proposal.

Shang Congzhi muttered quietly: “Show-off.”

She suddenly noticed the scenery outside seemed to be heading toward the direction of the wedding house in the Huan Shan Villa. She sat up straight in alarm: “Take me to the city center apartment!”

Mu Xinglan asked calmly: “Why go to an apartment when you have a home?”

Shang Congzhi replied as a matter of course: “My home is the city center apartment; isn’t going to the apartment going home?”

Mu Xinglan had always been good at managing his emotions and had a calm, introverted temperament; his thoughts were extremely difficult to fathom, and he rarely lost his composure. Tonight, facing Shang Congzhi stepping on his bottom line again and again, he finally couldn’t maintain his superficial gentleness. His eyes sank: “It’s been a year; have you not had enough fun outside yet?”

Shang Congzhi smoothed the fluffy, black hair draped over her shoulders, her posture bright and amorous. She curled her lips: “It’s so fun outside! Filming and playing with so many different types of young, fresh meat—I wouldn’t have enough even after another ten years.”

Mu Xinglan’s typically clear eyes were stained with a bit of depth. He gazed at her quietly, like looking at a troublesome child: “Zhizhi, are you dissatisfied with this marriage?”

Shang Congzhi tilted her head and smiled innocently at him: “Not at all.”

It sounded like an evasion. Once her voice fell, the atmosphere in the cabin seemed to freeze. The wrinkles between Mu Xinglan’s brows deepened, and he did not speak for a moment.

These past few days, company affairs had been busy, and he hadn’t slept more than five hours. Tonight, Mu Mingche happened to come to the company. As the company’s second-largest shareholder, the Second Young Master Mu naturally had to inspect often—in reality, he was just idle and looking for his brother to play with. Mu Xinglan happened to hear about Shang Congzhi’s trouble and put down a pile of work to come personally and help, taking the opportunity to catch her and bring her home.

Shang Congzhi didn’t seem to appreciate it. When she glanced sideways, she noticed his furrowed brows and subconsciously wanted to reach out and rub them. But the moment she moved, she immediately thought of something and retracted her slightly raised hand as if nothing had happened.

Mu Xinglan could barely maintain his mask of gentleness; his voice spilled low from his throat:

“So, are you dissatisfied with me as a husband?”

“Or is it that you’ve forgotten the fact that we are a married couple?”

Shang Congzhi hooked a strand of hair with her fingertip, then paused. She interpreted the man’s words, and her expressive eyes narrowed as she gazed at him, asking with a playful, ambiguous smile: “Is Mr. Mu reminding me to fulfill my marital obligations?”

As she spoke, the high heels that had been dangling precariously at the tips of her toes were flicked off by her nimble ankles, exposing her two jade-like white feet. Her pearl-like, beautiful, and exquisite toes were painted with cherry-blossom pink nail polish, looking particularly bewitching and seductive in the dim cabin.

Especially when her restless toes followed the man’s straight dress pants and burrowed inside. She rubbed against the man’s warm skin, one stroke after another.

Shang Congzhi raised her peach-blossom eyes, filled with provocation and wantonness, as if certain he wouldn’t respond. After all—

The posture of having car sex was indeed too challenging for a refined gentleman.

“Including taking off clothes, ten minutes should be enough for Mr. Mu, right?” Shang Congzhi deliberately calculated the time. “Well then, let’s have a quick battle.”

She deliberately emphasized the words “quick battle” with her soft, red lips.

The driver in front and Qin You wished they were deaf. Why did they have to hear such secrets that would get them killed?

Mu Xinglan watched her antics calmly, like a high-minded, transcendent holy monk, remaining unmoved in the face of the little demoness’s seduction.

Just as Shang Congzhi felt this show-off of a dog-man was too boring, she suddenly heard his calm, faint voice sound: “You two get out first.”

She didn’t know when, but the car had long since stopped.

The driver and Qin You scrambled to get out, fearing they would be silenced if they were a step too slow.

Alarm bells rang in Shang Congzhi’s head. She withdrew her mischievous toes, held her two high heels in one hand, and prepared to push the car door, pretending that she, too, was a member of the “you” Mu Xinglan had spoken of.

Before her slender white fingers touched the car door, a clear clicking sound rang out. Shang Congzhi’s whole body shivered.

In an instant, the car doors and windows were all locked—

The large car cabin became a closed space, and a certain sense of danger, as if being watched by a predator, quietly invaded.