Obsessive Love, The Possessive Real Young Lady - Chapter 48

Perhaps the place they were staying was too remote, or maybe this country valued energy conservation.

In any case, once night fell, other than the lights in hundreds of homes and the streetlights along the roads, there were no colorful advertising signs or neon lights to be seen.

This made Shen Jiayan feel that the night view of Country X was actually not as good as that back home.

The only thing worth praising was that their pace of life was very slow.

The most important things for the residents here every day were eating, drinking, having fun, and enjoying life, rather than being busy working for meager, pitifully small salaries.

Therefore, even though the night was very dark, the city was still bustling with excitement. Everywhere on the streets and in the alleys, there was noise and laughter.

Just like now, as the white clouds in the sky were about to be completely covered by dark clouds, the people on the street were still unhurried, chatting and laughing, completely unaffected by the weather.

Shen Jiayan and Su Sui came out of the hot spring facility, and not long after walking, the rain began to fall in a hurry.

Shen Jiayan didn’t bring an umbrella, and neither did Su Sui.

Fortunately, the rain wasn’t heavy.

They also had a tacit understanding, not choosing to take a taxi back, but instead walking side by side along the edge of the wet road.

The orange light cast their shadows very long.

After actively kissing Su Sui, the knot in Shen Jiayan’s heart seemed to have been smoothed out.

All pretense of pride or reserve had been thrown to the wind.

At this moment, she glanced at Su Sui beside her, who was busy texting someone, and without thinking, bumped her with her shoulder.

Perhaps the bump was a bit hard, as Su Sui staggered slightly and almost fell.

Fortunately, Shen Jiayan grabbed her and casually said,

“The road is too slippery, I bumped into you accidentally.”

“Here, look at this.”

Shen Jiayan glanced at the phone, which hadn’t been turned off, “Who wants to see your phone.”

The next second, Su Sui quickly put her phone away, as if afraid Shen Jiayan would regret wanting to see it.

But in fact, Shen Jiayan did regret it.

That brief glance hadn’t been entirely without reward.

She had caught sight of the glaring words 【Mo Chenlin】.

This made her feel quite uneasy and a little sour.

But the phone was already put away by Su Sui, and asking to see it again now would be inappropriate.

She was wearing flat flip-flops and stepped into a small puddle on the ground. The splashed water droplets felt cool against her feet.

This coolness hadn’t fully permeated before it was replaced by warmth spreading from her palm.

Su Sui was holding her hand, in an interlocking grip.

Su Sui held it so naturally that Shen Jiayan hardly noticed before she was gently led around another puddle.

The light rain was still falling, drizzling, ceaseless.

In her memory, the two of them seemed to have been caught in the rain before.

That day seemed to be her 15th birthday, and Shen Wenshan had come back to celebrate with her. Who knew that he handed her birthday present to Su Sui in front of all her friends and classmates, and then turned and left.

After that, she chased the car, and Su Sui chased after her…

“Her name is Mo Chenlin,” Su Sui said quietly, “I’ve known her for four years.”

“Does she like you?” Shen Jiayan blurted out.

After asking, she realized she had inadvertently revealed her own feelings.

As expected, Su Sui immediately stopped walking.

The two stood by the side of the street, with tall trees behind them, facing a small lake.

“So, you were angry that day not because I used a love potion, but because you were actually jealous?”

Shen Jiayan looked at Su Sui and smiled.

“Yes.”

“I was jealous.”

It felt utterly liberating.

Raindrops fell on the leaves, making a faint shasha sound.

Accompanied by passersby curiously glancing at the two foreign-looking women, Su Sui kissed her, right there on the busy street, the moment she admitted she was jealous.

When they returned to the hotel, both of them were soaked, soaking a large part of the hallway carpet.

Shen Jiayan hooked her arm around Su Sui’s neck and, while kissing her, asked, “To your room, or to mine?”

Her hand was squeezing the soft flesh on Su Sui’s arm underneath.

Su Sui pecked her lips, “I’ll listen to you.” Her hand was fiddling with Shen Jiayan’s earlobe.

“Then to your room.”

Su Sui nodded, “Then tonight…”

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Jiayan covered her mouth, “You know.”

Shen Jiayan fumbled for the room key from Su Sui’s bag, opened the door, and pulled her inside.

In the dark, she pushed Su Sui against the wall and started kissing her fiercely. Her hand fumbled around the wall, unable to find the power card slot, so she casually tossed the room key aside.

Both hands began to fumble with Su Sui’s clothes.

The faint rustling sound of fabric rubbing, the sounds of kissing, and the tangled, heavy breathing it all sounded exceptionally stimulating.

It seemed she had forgotten that Su Sui was still biting her lip.

Shen Jiayan exclaimed, “This cheap outfit you bought, why won’t it come off?”

The outfit was something Su Sui bought at the hot spring facility a swimsuit meant to be worn outside. Perhaps because it was skin tight, or maybe because it was soaked by the rain, it felt like it was glued to her skin now, making her extremely uncomfortable.

“Then let’s not take it off.”

With a sizzle sound, Shen Jiayan suddenly felt a chill all over her body.

“You’re quite skilled at tearing clothes.”

“Practice makes perfect,” Su Sui replied vaguely.

Practice makes perfect?

“Oh, I see!” Shen Jiayan suddenly realized and lightly slapped her forehead, “Were those high-end clothes of mine you ripped?”

She remembered that when she was trying them on, Su Sui had been sitting beside her with a gloomy expression.

At the time, she had thought Su Sui was jealous, which is why she showed that expression, and even deliberately spun around in front of her a few times wearing the dresses.

It turned out… she wasn’t jealous at all!

“I was wrong.”

Su Sui’s muffled voice bit her ear, the tingling sensation rushing down her ear canal and constantly impacting her eardrum, “Master, you can punish me however you want.”

Shen Jiayan’s fingertips dug into Su Sui’s shoulders, her heart pounding fiercely at this moment, trembling uncontrollably.

She stretched her neck and let out a single word from the depths of her throat: “Cook.”

“Me?”

“Yes,” Shen Jiayan’s voice carried a seductive hint of passion, “Don’t you like the dishes I cook?”

“I also want to cook for Master,” Su Sui’s tone became even more intoxicating, “And I want to eat the dishes Master cooks every day.”

This kind of teasing was spoken by Su Sui with perfect naturalness, as if she were just stating the most ordinary thing.

Shen Jiayan’s heart pounded even harder.

Her tightly wound nerves finally couldn’t resist the stimulation brought by Su Sui. She tugged at Su Sui’s hair, saying, “Then let’s cook together,” and then sealed her lips with a kiss.

Her rationality told her not to treat Su Sui the way she had in the past, but she found she couldn’t in fact, she was even more excited than usual.

In that moment, she suddenly understood that she couldn’t leave Su Sui at all, even if the other person hadn’t done anything.

She also wanted Su Sui to have red eyes, crying and begging her for mercy.

It was just that, unlike before, she was going to use a different method to torment her.

Perhaps Shen Jiayan herself didn’t realize it, but she had always preferred sleeping on her stomach.

Su Sui closed her eyes, listening to the breathing next to her ear gradually lighten and then deepen, before slowly opening her eyes.

The bedside lamp had been turned off, and the room was quiet, with toys of various shapes scattered across the messy bed.

Shen Jiayan was nestled against her shoulder, her cheek pressed against her neck, her eyebrows showing a look of happy security, even the corners of her mouth curved upwards.

Su Sui traced her delicate and beautiful facial features with her finger.

Her eyelashes were long, curved like butterfly wings. Her nose bridge was straight, and her lips were thin.

Her gaze was gentle, filled with attachment. This gentleness was as if she were looking at a treasured jewel.

After a long while, Su Sui lowered her head and kissed her lips, a brief, light touch.

She slowly moved her arm and gradually got up.

Every movement she made was extremely cautious, enough to wake the sleeping person.

When she came out of the bedroom holding her phone, a thin layer of sweat had broken out on her body.

The moment she closed the door, Su Sui let out a long sigh of relief.

Then she opened her phone and checked the messages that hadn’t been replied to.

Her fingers tapped the screen, gradually forming a sentence: 【Who is that person?】

She had expected Mo Chenlin to be asleep, as it was already 3:54 AM.

But the reply was instantaneous: 【Let’s talk on the phone.】

Su Sui looked back. Although it was a suite, due to her distrust of the hotel’s soundproofing, she decided to go out to call Mo Chenlin back.

With that thought, she casually threw on a loose dress and went out.

She arrived at the hotel garden.

On the lush green lawn, several rows of white wooden benches were placed, with a red carpet laid in the middle of the benches. At the end of the carpet was a half meter high platform, upon which stood a wooden archway made of flowers. Under the archway was a small table.

This was the place where newlyweds exchanged rings, vowing to stay together for life.

However, at this hour… the place looked somewhat desolate.

Su Sui casually found a white bench and sat down, calling Mo Chenlin.

After a few rings, the call connected.

Mo Chenlin’s slightly tired voice came through, “Finished?”

“Mhm.” Su Sui bent down to pick up a red flower petal from the ground, twirling it between her fingers. “Who exactly is that person?”

“This person, you know her,” Mo Chenlin’s tone remained indifferent. “Why don’t you guess first?”

Su Sui pursed her lips and didn’t speak immediately.

After a moment, she tentatively continued to ask, “Shen Shihao?”

“Clever,” Mo Chenlin praised.

“Why is his information in the database?” Su Sui discarded the flower petal, which was already crushed into juice, at her feet and ground it under her shoe.

“I don’t know the specific reason,” Mo Chenlin paused, then continued, “But his data was submitted by your father, Shen Wenshan. Submitted along with him were…”

“Fu Jing, Shen Wenhao, several veterans of the Shen Group,” Su Sui interrupted Mo Chenlin. “And Shen Wenshan, right?”

Mo Chenlin seemed to be momentarily stunned, then after a silence, said, “How did you know?”

“Of course I know,” a cold glint flashed in Su Sui’s eyes, “I carry Shen Wenshan’s blood.”

After all, everything she was doing now was inspired by Shen Wenshan.

He had used Yang Xinjie’s love for her partner to lure her into submission back then.

Otherwise, how would she know about the database? It was just that Su Sui hadn’t expected Shen Wenshan would spare even his young nephew.

“By the way, about the corneal transplant.” Mo Chenlin paused. “One last time, is it really necessary to go to such lengths?”

Su Sui answered without thinking, “This is what I owe her. So, isn’t it natural to return an eye to her?”

Hearing this, Gao Wei, who was sitting on the other side of the high platform, immediately covered her mouth.