The Person I Love Who Has Been Missing For Three Years - Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Haven’t You Learned Your Lesson Yet?……

“Ah Jin~” The little cat was adept at being charming, twisting her waist and rubbing against Ming Jin’s lap.

Ming Jin’s eyes darkened slightly. She squeezed the elastic curve of the cat’s bottom firmly. Her palm felt the silky qipao fabric, and the heat radiated through the material.

“Do you know you were wrong?” Her thumb applied a slight pressure, as if threatening her.

“I…” Song Xiangwan was truly feeling wronged, but she only managed to say, “I know.”

“You don’t mean it.” Ming Jin’s tone was flat. Her hand pressed on the last frog closure of the qipao. With a hook of her finger, she undid it.

Her long, cool fingertips touched the skin near Song Xiangwan’s neck. Ming Jin’s voice was even colder: “Take it off.”

Song Xiangwan: “…” Getting spanked through her clothes was one thing, but now she had to take them off?

Reluctantly, the smooth qipao fabric slipped down her skin, leaving only her scattered long hair to slightly obscure the view.

But such obstruction was worse than none. The vague shadows only stirred the heart more.

The slap marks were quite visible. Ming Jin’s thumb brushed over them, her expression deep. She clearly hadn’t used much force, so why did it look so… enticing…

Her phoenix eyes were full of lingering affection. Song Xiangwan half-knelt, leaning on Ming Jin’s lap, and said softly, “I’m being this obedient. Please cool down.”

“Will there be a next time?” Ming Jin asked.

“No, no, no…” Song Xiangwan quickly shook her head, clarifying her stance.

“Really?” Ming Jin’s hand followed Song Xiangwan’s hair, sliding into her neck, then cupping her chin, making those moist, shimmering eyes meet hers.

“You said the same thing when you promised you’d never secretly drink milk tea again, saying, ‘Never again, never again…'” Ming Jin said softly, but the pressure on her hand was firm.

Red marks appeared on her chin. Ming Jin’s breathing slightly hitched, whether from anger or something else.

“I learn from my mistakes, don’t I?” Song Xiangwan didn’t resist, just looking at her obediently, admitting her fault.

“Learned a lesson?” Ming Jin said slowly, leaning closer to those eyes. “You haven’t learned enough. This time, I need to make sure you learn a good lesson.”

“Otherwise, you won’t remember.”

Song Xiangwan pouted slightly, showing her displeasure. She had already been spanked several times. How was that not learning a lesson?

A soft, vibrating object was placed in Song Xiangwan’s palm by Ming Jin. A faint voice entered her ear: “Do it yourself. Kneel properly.”

“This?” Song Xiangwan wasn’t too bothered. Her eyes sparkled. “Isn’t this a reward?”

She loved playing this game with Ming Jin.

But soon, she realized what kind of punishment this was.

The remote was in someone else’s hand, and that person knew her body perfectly. She kneeled down, but every time she felt she was about to reach the peak, she was abruptly stopped.

“Ah Jin…” Song Xiangwan looked at her pitifully. Her legs were too weak to kneel properly, yet she felt hollow and deprived, with nothing coming.

But she didn’t dare to make any noise. Who knew about the security of the Hu family’s place…

Ming Jin said softly, “I brought the rug. It’s clean.”

Song Xiangwan: “…” This woman had thought of everything before she came. Bad woman. She came here just to torment her.

She settled down, relieved, her chin resting on Ming Jin’s knee. She hugged Ming Jin’s leg, her phoenix eyes slightly red: “Please, can I have it?”

Her breathing paused slightly. Song Xiangwan’s fingers clenched, and the muscles in her back tensed up. But at that moment, it stopped again.

This is going to kill me. This bad woman is deliberately tormenting her.

A thumb pressed on Song Xiangwan’s head, sliding into the part of her hair, gently stroking: “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Bad woman…” Song Xiangwan whispered softly, her tone laced with dissatisfaction and the hot, shaky sniffle of someone who was being tormented.

The phone beside her lit up. Ming Jin glanced at it, reached out to answer: “Mhm, got it.”

The person on the other end seemed to have said something. Ming Jin continued: “Let her come. Only at the door. She is not allowed inside.”

She hung up and immediately turned off the remote in her hand, earning a pair of red, aggrieved phoenix eyes. The cat looked like she wanted to bite her.

But she was currently in the wrong, so she only dared to glare and didn’t speak carelessly.

“Who’s coming?” Song Xiangwan had an idea. An early ending meant less torment. “I’ll put my clothes on.”

Saying that, she reached for the qipao on the floor.

“Don’t.” Ming Jin’s voice was flat. Her fingertip lightly stroked the remote control. “Come here. Lie on my lap.”

Bad woman! The cat glared angrily but obediently moved over.

“Li Yuwan is coming, but don’t worry, she’ll only be outside the door. However, the door’s soundproofing isn’t very good…” Ming Jin’s thumb rubbed the slightly red back of her neck.

Not fun at all. What noise could there be? Song Xiangwan snorted dismissively, not taking it seriously.

Song Xiangwan was like a lazy cat, closing her eyes and ignoring the movement outside. But this time, she distinctly felt that the setting…

Watery eyes looked up. Ming Jin was pleased. She stroked the top of Song Xiangwan’s head, her lips curved.

Bad woman! Song Xiangwan bit her lower lip. She couldn’t help but tightly hug Ming Jin’s legs, her breathing instantly held.

“What is it?” Ming Jin finally spoke.

“CEO Ming, I truly didn’t know about you and Miss Song before…” Li Yuwan’s voice sounded anxious.

Among the guests, there were always some friends who couldn’t bear to see her keep making mistakes, so they secretly told her the truth.

She instantly understood why Ming Jin, this great Buddha, had attended her birthday.

“I am truly sorry. I just admired Miss Song and thought she would be suitable for my son…”

Song Xiangwan’s pupils involuntarily constricted. She almost failed to suppress the sound from her lips. No, you old woman, you had to bring that up.

She hadn’t reached climax earlier, and now everything was ruined. She didn’t dare to cry out, just bit her lower lip tightly, enduring it.

“I was genuinely unaware before. Now I understand. My son’s character is not worthy of Miss Song. I was blinded by greed.”

“All in all, no serious consequences have been caused, and nothing has happened.”

“CEO Ming, let’s just put the past behind us…”

“Put it behind us?” Ming Jin’s voice was faint. Her thumb stroked the remote control. She said slowly, “Madam, you say that so easily.”

“And the things you said about Miss Song’s mother during the dinner—are those also just ‘behind us’?”

Li Yuwan instantly felt a chill run down her spine. How did Ming Jin know about the words she had just spoken?

Song Xiuyun was naive and couldn’t discern the backhanded compliments, but Ming Jin wouldn’t be so easily fooled.

“CEO Ming, I was wrong about this. In a few days, I will prepare a substantial gift and deliver it personally.” Li Yuwan could only swallow this insult.

“And my son, I will make sure he personally apologizes…”

“An apology is unnecessary.” Ming Jin’s eyes held a hint of malice. Does this person still want to wander around Song Xiangwan?

“Tell your son, I’m giving him six months,” Ming Jin continued, her tone calm and light. “Move Lianda Technology out of Haicheng.”

Li Yuwan froze slightly. What does that mean? To kick them out of Haicheng just for this?

“If Madam is unwilling, you don’t have to say that.”

“I, Ming Jin, have been in Haicheng for so many years. I still have some connections in the business and political sectors. Whether you leave gracefully or in disgrace is not up to you to decide.”

She truly didn’t have the right to directly order the mother and son, but she certainly had the ability to trip them up and make life in Haicheng unbearable for them.

It would just take some effort.

But Ming Jin was not stingy with this effort, to send an eyesore far, far away.

“Understood.” Li Yuwan nearly ground her teeth. “Thank you for the advice, CEO Ming.”

She never imagined that on her sixtieth birthday, she would be essentially chased out of Haicheng and humiliated.

She left shamefaced, her face devoid of the radiance she had earlier during the celebration. Each step felt like she was walking on cotton, completely distraught.

Song Xiuyun, seeing her expression was wrong, quickly asked, “Yuwan, what’s wrong? The opera isn’t over yet. Are you tired?”

“Mhm… Mhm…” Li Yuwan’s voice was vague. “I am a little tired.”

“I’ll send a car to take you back later. Thank you for coming today. I’ll visit you in a few days.” Li Yuwan patted Song Xiuyun’s hand, forcing a smile.

“Why thank me? Why are you being so polite? We’re good sisters.”

“You don’t need to send a car. Wanwan has a car. Oh, where is Wanwan? I don’t know where that girl ran off to. She’s so rude.”

“Speaking of which, I should thank you. You’re my only friend in Haicheng, and you let me sit at the main table today…”

Song Xiuyun didn’t understand the subtleties. She only felt that Li Yuwan treated her like family, was easygoing and close, and even showed off the gift she gave.

She was also the mother of a big boss, even more easygoing and humble than those village officials in her small county.

She genuinely thought Li Yuwan was a good person and would be a good mother-in-law, which was why she thought of setting the two children up.

Li Yuwan dared not expose the truth now. She nodded in agreement: “Mhm, mhm, mhm. Of course, our relationship is so good…”

Song Xiangwan dared not speak or make a sound. Tears were forced out of the corner of her eyes. Her whole body felt like it had been thrown into a furnace, and she was utterly drained of strength.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Ming Jin asked.

“Mhm…” Her voice had a slight nasal quality. Lying on Ming Jin’s lap, she slowly regained some strength.

The satiated cat gently rubbed against Ming Jin’s trousers. Her long hair was damp with sweat, clinging to her back, pressing against her shoulder blades, looking strikingly alluring.

Ming Jin gathered her long hair, but the hairpin on the ground was broken. Without a hair tie, she let go: “Put your clothes on. Let’s go.”

“Oh.” Song Xiangwan reached for her clothes, then heard Ming Jin’s voice, “Don’t take it out.”

No, bad woman. Song Xiangwan glared at Ming Jin and angrily put on her clothes.

But she was sweaty. The clinging qipao wouldn’t pull up smoothly; it was almost stuck to her skin.

She tugged several times, wrinkling the dress out of shape. The cat was clearly exasperated.

“Come here.” Ming Jin’s lips curved slightly. She gathered Song Xiangwan’s hair and said, “Hold it yourself…”

She lowered her gaze and smoothed out Song Xiangwan’s clothes one by one, then buttoned the frog closures of the qipao one by one.

Song Xiangwan was quite obedient this time, holding her hair with one hand and resting the other on Ming Jin’s shoulder, lifting her chin, allowing Ming Jin to fix her.

The red marks on her chin seemed to still be there. Ming Jin’s fingertips lightly brushed over them, as if stroking a rare treasure.

“Is it done?” Song Xiangwan asked.

“It is.” The fingertip reluctantly left. Ming Jin made a call, asking the car to wait at the back gate.

The entire way was quiet, with few people. Song Xiangwan finally relaxed once they were in the car.

She was tired. She no longer worried about taking the device out. Leaning against the seat, she drifted off to sleep.

She was awakened by a slight vibration. Her slender brows slightly furrowed. She looked over, annoyed, and then stopped.

Just as she was about to fall asleep again, she was awakened once more.

Ming Jin’s expression was calm. She didn’t look at her, her head bowed over the laptop screen on her lap, which showed documents and line graphs Song Xiangwan couldn’t understand.

Her shirt was buttoned all the way up to the top. Her clothes were perfectly smooth, not a single wrinkle—a prim and proper appearance.

Yet, she wouldn’t let her sleep.

I’m so angry! So angry! Song Xiangwan held her breath in frustration.

She gave up sleeping, turning her back to Ming Jin in a huff, watching the traffic outside. She suddenly remembered something: “Where is my mom?”

The hand on her lap clenched slightly. Song Xiangwan’s back tensed. She couldn’t speak for a moment, gritting her teeth. Bad woman.

“Are you suspecting me of being thoughtless?” Ming Jin’s calm tone reached her.

It was a punishment. Ming Jin pressed stop and continued: “Someone will send Auntie home. You don’t need to worry about that.”

Xu Zhiyan hadn’t returned yet, and Lin Rong also seemed to be gone. Song Xiangwan walked briskly through the living room, entered the bedroom, and collapsed onto the bed.

Forget it. No more struggling. She allowed herself to become a puddle of exhaustion.

Ming Jin didn’t come in immediately. She seemed to be on a call. Song Xiangwan vaguely heard it was about the Haicheng Economic Summit.

Song Xiangwan squinted, listening for a while. She wasn’t interested. She yawned lazily and closed her eyes.

She was woken up again before she fell asleep.

The cat’s eyes widened in anger. She looked at the bedroom door, hearing the phone conversation still going on outside.

Seriously? You talk so virtuously to people on the phone, what kind of unspeakable tricks are you playing?

Her phoenix eyes swiveled. Song Xiangwan felt she shouldn’t be the only one suffering this loss. A mischievous idea sparked.

When Ming Jin opened the door and entered, a qipao lay on the floor. Song Xiangwan was sprawled on the bed, her long hair casually scattered on her back, her little legs kicking up and down, revealing pink toes.

Ming Jin pressed the button in her palm. The kicking legs froze. The phoenix eyes looked over with annoyance.

Ming Jin’s eyes were gentle, her lips curved slightly, amused by the sight of the angry, adorable cat.

Song Xiangwan got out of bed, walked over, and half-knelt in front of Ming Jin, looking at her pitifully. Then she leaned in, rubbing her nose against Ming Jin’s.

A soft touch, light and gentle, pressed against her lips, slightly trembling, carrying a hint of flattery.

Ming Jin enjoyed this kind of appeasement. Song Xiangwan’s hand reached out, lightly grabbing Ming Jin’s arm, then sliding down to her wrist.

One end was clamped onto Ming Jin’s wrist. The long chain stretched out, and the other end was clamped onto Song Xiangwan’s wrist.

Her phoenix eyes sparkled with brilliant light and a seductive smile: “Didn’t you want to punish me? Lock me up, then. If we’re tied together, I won’t run around.”

Her fingertip touched the silver ring, feeling the clasp. She heard Song Xiangwan’s voice: “Don’t let go. If you let go, I’ll run away.”

“Oh?” Ming Jin let go of her hand, looking up, with a hint of threat. “Do you dare?”

“I…” Song Xiangwan stopped mid-sentence.

For no reason, she couldn’t be tough in front of Ming Jin.

The chain on her wrist tightened. The pull from the other side tugged Song Xiangwan forward. She fell into Ming Jin’s embrace.

The excess chain was wrapped around Ming Jin’s fingers, coiling tighter and tighter until there was no gap between the two of them.

“I really want to just chain you up like this…” Ming Jin’s slightly suppressed voice whispered into Song Xiangwan’s ear.

“Then lock me up,” Song Xiangwan turned and lightly kissed Ming Jin’s lips. “Don’t let go, okay?”

“Haven’t you learned enough of a lesson?” Ming Jin asked softly.

“Bad woman…” Song Xiangwan muttered with a hint of resentment.

“Then do you like it?” Ming Jin chuckled, a deep shadow in her eyes. “I told you. I’m not a good person. Never have been.”

“Who is it?” Ming Jin’s tone was hostile. No one would be happy about being disturbed at this moment.

“It’s me…” Lin Rong’s voice.

“Tonight’s routine check-up is canceled. Go back to sleep,” Ming Jin said coldly.

“It’s not about the check-up…” Lin Rong hesitated. “I have something to tell you.”

Song Xiangwan quickly reached out to undo the clasp of the silver ring but was stopped by Ming Jin’s hand: “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t let go?”

“Then…” Song Xiangwan’s eyes darted around. She took two steps onto the bed, burrowed under the covers, and hid herself tightly.

A round lump, only her eyes showing. Then, she hid her eyes too, curling into a ball.

A smile appeared in Ming Jin’s eyes. She said loudly, “Come in.”

Lin Rong entered and immediately saw the lump on the bed, and then the chain on Ming Jin’s hand disappearing into the covers.

Playing hard.

Lin Rong retracted her gaze and began her request: “I might not be back for the next few days, so I’m taking some leave.”

“You don’t need to tell me this in person, do you?” Ming Jin said, noticing the apprehension on Lin Rong’s face. She quietly waited for Lin Rong to continue.

“I… need you to cover for me. I certainly wouldn’t hide it from you…”

“My mother is flying to Haicheng tomorrow and asked me to meet her. If the little girl asks in the next few days, please cover for me.”

“You’re so obedient. If she calls, you go?” Ming Jin asked.

“She…” Lin Rong’s tension was hard to suppress. “You wouldn’t understand…”

After composing her words, she continued to explain: “If I don’t go, she will come here. It will be even worse then.”

“When I was studying in Germany, I signed with a German hospital after graduation. I didn’t want to go home. I kept it a secret from her, but I don’t know how she found out.”

“She called me and told me to break the contract. I refused and had a big argument with her.”

“Then I turned off my phone, thinking that would allow both of us to cool down.”

“The next day, before I even got out of bed, she was already at my door.”

“I didn’t tell her where I lived. I rented the apartment myself. No one knew, yet she still found me.”

“The fact that I’m at the Ming family’s place is something I can’t hide from her…”

“Rather than…” Lin Rong’s voice trembled slightly. “Rather than letting her come knocking, it’s better if I take the initiative.”

Ming Jin had heard rumors about the temperament of the Lin family head, Lin Rong’s mother, only knowing she was decisive and efficient, but not these intimate details.

“So this time, is she planning to take you away?” Ming Jin’s tone softened slightly. She could see Lin Rong was a scared bird now.

“I don’t know…” Lin Rong sighed deeply. “Face the music when it comes. Hiding… is ultimately not a long-term solution.”

If a person wants to escape parents with extreme control issues, they must strengthen their wings, fly out of the nest, and fly as far as possible.

But for Lin Rong, it was incredibly difficult.

The Lin family’s wings were too wide. She couldn’t fly out no matter how hard she tried, yet she… didn’t want to surrender to fate.

After Lin Rong left, Ming Jin sighed softly, then patted the bulging lump on the bed: “Alright, come out. You’ll suffocate.”

“So sleepy?” Ming Jin’s hand pressed on her cheek, gently stroking.

Drowsy, Song Xiangwan didn’t feel any defensiveness toward Ming Jin. Instead, she rubbed against her palm.

Then she turned her head and gently kissed Ming Jin’s knuckles—an obedient, affectionate cat.

“Can I take it out now?” Sleepy eyes looked over, yawning wearily.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Ming Jin asked again.

“I’ve learned it…” Song Xiangwan said softly. “Next time, absolutely no blind dates, absolutely no random banquets, and I’ll report everything to you in advance…”

“Not just blind dates.”

“No provoking messy admirers.”

“No hiding from me to meet anyone.”

“Did you remember?”

“I remembered…” The little cat whined. “Can I take it out now? I need to take a shower.”

The silver ring on her hand wasn’t released. Song Xiangwan went to shower wearing the chain. She poked her head out, her eyes bright: “Do you want to watch?”

Ming Jin: “…” She clearly hadn’t learned her lesson at all.

Whether she took it to heart or not, Ming Jin didn’t fully trust her, but she was sure that if the cat misbehaved, she would definitely catch her back.

“Come on, come on. Shower together.” Song Xiangwan looked at her eagerly, her sleepiness completely gone, replaced by anticipation.

Ming Jin’s hand pressed on the button at her neckline. She felt the burning gaze, paused, and then lowered her hand: “No.”

Why did she always feel the misconception that if she took off her clothes, this cat would devour her?

Even though she was the one in control, she felt a crisis of being taken advantage of and thoroughly exhausted.

“Come on, come on…” Song Xiangwan pleaded sweetly, trying to reach the button near Ming Jin’s neck with her lips, seemingly trying to bite it open.

But biting it open was not easy. She only rubbed against it, tracing the outline, like a little cat’s tail sweeping back and forth in a person’s embrace.