Rose Lock - Chapter 60

In a high-end coffee shop, a cover of a Maksim Mrvica melody lingered in the air. Outside the booth’s glass, a fine drizzle was falling. A woman lifted the steaming coffee cup in front of her, her red lips gently blowing on it, as the hazy mist slowly dispersed.

“No, I appreciate your kind intentions, but you know we can’t be a couple anymore.” Hua Manyi took a sip of coffee, savoured it, and then set it down. She elegantly raised her head to look at the well-dressed socialite opposite her, her eyes revealing a subtle distance.

The socialite’s face was not good after her confession was rejected. She swallowed her frustration, stood up, and left heavily in her high heels.

Hua Manyi checked the time. It was late; time to head back.

She paid the bill and drove straight into the dark night, leaving behind cold, glistening rainwater on the ground.

Arriving at a villa, Hua Manyi stopped. She glanced up at the lights on the second floor not far away, held the gaze for a few seconds, then retracted her sight. In the car’s rearview mirror, a bright and beautiful face was reflected. Her red lips moved slightly, leaving a lipstick print on a tissue. With a cold glance, she pasted the lipstick print onto her exposed collarbone.

After finishing all this, Hua Manyi finally stepped out of the driver’s seat gracefully. Her red dress blended into the darkness, like a lurking red fox.

Hua Manyi stood in front of the door, pulled out her key from her bag, turned it, and entered.

As expected, a woman dressed in a legal professional’s attire sat on the European-style sofa. The perfectly fitted suit on her was capable and decisive. Her legs were crossed, one French high heel slightly lifted. She leaned back against the sofa with a cold expression, a string of Buddhist beads on her slender wrist.

This woman truly was a member of the Gong family; the whole family were devout Buddhists.

A faint scent of sandalwood permeated the air. Hua Manyi frowned, but quickly smoothed it out. She walked a few steps and caught sight of a briefcase on the table.

Tsk, this woman must have just finished a court case.

Hua Manyi casually tossed her bag onto the sofa, bent down to take off her high heels, her chest vaguely facing the woman opposite. As she straightened up, her dark long hair fell down. Hua Manyi raised her hand to tuck it behind her ear, not even looking up, “I’m going to take a bath.”

It was less a shower and more a soak.

Gong Yan was wealthy, and the bathroom was comparable in size to a bedroom. A spacious bathtub filled the center, with mist rising from the water and rose petals floating on the surface, their scent captivating.

Her snow-white skin sank into the water, just covering her soft and clearly curved chest. Hua Manyi settled into her usual spot, leaning against the tub wall, closing her eyes to rest and relax her entire body.

However, not long after, a pair of hands, cool as jade, slid across her lower abdomen. The contrast between the excessively cold temperature and the steaming bathwater was sharp. Hua Manyi snapped her eyes open, but before she could react, the slender fingers had already slipped beyond the Jinjiang high-level line. Her entire body immediately tensed and trembled.

The Buddhist beads on the woman’s wrist were forgotten, left unremoved. The wooden beads had a rough texture, icy to the bone, grazing past the Jinjiang boundary line…

“Gong, Yan!” Hua Manyi wanted to push the person away, but a pair of tall, flawless legs was positioned between her knees, preventing her from closing them. She could only watch helplessly as the cold, stunning woman pressed closer, exploring a deeper level of her Jinjiang boundary.

The water surface began to ripple. Hua Manyi frowned as she endured the sensation, yet her eyes were locked on Gong Yan. Suddenly, something struck her as amusing, and her red lips let out a chuckle, “Your fingers are so cold, little sister doesn’t like them very much.”

The instant those words fell, the fingers inside paused. Hua Manyi noticed the subtlety and was about to feel smug, when the next moment, the pace suddenly accelerated. An indescribable feeling quickly surged through her heart. She couldn’t bear it and fiercely clutched the woman’s slender waist.

Gong Yan didn’t speak, but merely glanced at her, seemingly mocking her recent words—her ‘little sister’ didn’t not like it, but rather liked it intensely.

“Where did you go today?” Gong Yan stared down at her, her thin voice emerging from her thin lips.

“Gong-Dalu (Great Lawyer) , aren’t you capable?” Hua Manyi tried hard to ignore the feeling the woman was giving her. Her red lips curled into a seductive, charming smile, “Then… take a guess where I went?”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than she felt a sudden sharp pain on her collarbone. Hua Manyi sucked in a breath. A dark head was against her chest, the slightly curled strands of wet hair tangling with her own on the water’s surface. And under the water, shimmering light reflected the two entangled figures.

This woman… she was a mad dog!

The stinging pain from the teeth radiated from her collarbone. Hua Manyi knew instantly that the lipstick mark had provoked this woman. She bore the pain, struggling to speak, yet smiling, “You guessed, didn’t you? I was fooling around with another woman. So, Gong-Dalu, guess again, do I prefer your icy fingers, or do I prefer someone else’s… fervent fingers that can ignite my body and soul, ugh—”

“Hua Manyi!” The woman was restraining her burning anger.

Her red lips were sealed, bringing a slight sense of suffocation, as if all the air had been swept away, then released. But more than anything, it brought a hateful intoxication, the sound of smacking lips echoing between the two.

Hua Manyi couldn’t help but hug her from behind. Perhaps not wanting the other person to feel too good, she deliberately caressed Gong Yan’s Jinjiang grey area with both hands—soft as cotton. Her fingertips couldn’t help but linger upon contact. She successfully felt the tongue of the woman on her body pause, and even that slender, pale finger trembled slightly.

She had feelings too.

Hua Manyi wanted to proceed with more intimacy, but the necklace on her neck snapped without warning.

“My ring!” When she reacted and looked closely, the woman on top of her was clearly clutching a white jade embroidered cloud ring in her hand.

That was that person’s…

She didn’t even bear to take it off while bathing.

“Gong Yan! Give it back to me!” Hua Manyi’s face changed drastically, filled with urgency and anger.

Gong Yan tightly pursed her lips and glanced at her, then pulled away from her body. Her long legs strode out of the pool. The moment the finger withdrew, a huge, empty sensation was torn away. Hua Manyi let out a muffled groan, but her mind would not allow her to linger on this woman for a moment. As Gong Yan walked out, she followed immediately, grabbing her wrist, attempting to snatch the ring back.

Hot water ran down her smooth skin, dripping onto the floor, winding into a trail of water stains.

Hua Manyi, barefoot, chased closely, her voice hoarse with emotion, “Gong Yan, give it back to me now! That’s my belonging!”

The woman stopped abruptly, looking at her red eyes and thick neck. A wave of uncontrollable jealousy crawled into her chest, but she desperately suppressed it.

“You care that much about something that belonged to a dead person?” Her voice held merciless mockery.

She knew Hua Manyi once had a woman she loved, and the ring implicitly had their names engraved on it.

“I do care.” That had been the most beautiful existence in her life. How could she not care? Hua Manyi lowered her eyes. Under the dazzling light, her skin, as smooth as solidified cream, was exposed to Gong Yan’s view.

Gong Yan’s eyes chilled. She grabbed Hua Manyi and walked towards the French windows, pulling the curtain wide open. Outside, the lights were bright, and a group of people were having a cheerful party on the lawn not far away, with both men and women. Anyone who looked up could see what was happening here.

Hua Manyi instinctively tried to hide behind her, but Gong Yan wouldn’t allow it, dragging her to the window. Hua Manyi realized what she was about to do and struggled to break free in terror, “You lunatic!”

She actually wanted to do this in plain sight…

Hua Manyi stumbled backwards, forgetting the sofa behind her. Half her body even fell onto the flat sofa. Just as she was about to pull her feet back, her ankle tightened. Gong Yan had grabbed her ankle, pulling her, preventing her from retreating.

Her tightly drawn knees were forcibly pushed open, and something cold was slipped inside. Hua Manyi’s legs trembled in disbelief.

The ring had been pushed inside by this woman…

How could she humiliate her like this…

In that instant, humiliation surged from the bottom of her heart, consuming her whole being. Hua Manyi looked at the woman she had been entangled with for three years, and for the first time, felt hatred.

“Gong Yan, I hate you!” As she said this, inside was not only the ring but also the woman’s fingers twisting and curling. The surrounding area became sensitive and fragile. The sound of water splashing, along with the warmth, even flowed onto the back of Gong Yan’s hand. Hua Manyi desperately suppressed wave after wave of torture, refusing to cry out, as that would only attract more people outside to witness this absurdity.

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