The Seductive Beauty Breaks the Insecure Bottom Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 27

“Young Master?”

Li Yuanhua’s hand trembled slightly; he almost thought his ears were playing tricks on him.

Song Mingjiao did not think he had said anything shocking at all. He said calmly, “Didn’t you ask me when your chance would be? Well, I’m telling you: it’s now.”

Mo Qinan was still kneeling on the ground, tied up by the bodyguards. He struggled clumsily a few times, but with his joints dislocated, he couldn’t move at all. He roared, “Song Mingjiao! You are intentionally humiliating me! I’m still here! I’m not dead yet!”

Even from the other side of the video call, the sound of something falling could be heard. Even through the screen, one could feel that He Wang’s state of mind was anything but calm.

But Li Yuanhua did not give He Wang a chance to speak. With quick eyes and steady hands, he cut off the video. Soon, his phone began to buzz and vibrate incessantly; it was clear the person on the other end was persistently calling back, one after another, without a moment’s pause.

However, the well-trained bodyguard simply pulled out the SIM card, threw the phone into a corner, and ensured no one would attempt to interfere again.

Song Mingjiao watched the bodyguard’s series of actions and found it somewhat amusing. This man appeared silent, but in reality, he was quite a petty soul.

He extended the tip of his tongue and licked his lips twice. His already rosy lips were now coated with a glistening mist, looking like a temptation leading one into the abyss.

Li Yuanhua’s breathing became rapid. His ears could no longer hear any sound from Mo Qinan or He Wang. He stepped forward quickly, wanting to embrace Song Mingjiao, but then froze in place, at a loss for how to proceed.

“Kiss me.”

Song Mingjiao repeated the command.

The bodyguard was a full head taller than him, but usually, he only followed silently behind. Having such a face-to-face opportunity clearly highlighted Song Mingjiao’s petite frame.

A bodyguard would never keep his employer waiting.

The next second, a kiss accompanied by heavy breathing fell upon Song Mingjiao’s lips.

Li Yuanhua had not received a high-level education, nor had he enjoyed a noble life. It was the Song family that had once given him a place to settle down; his heaven and earth were tied to Song Mingjiao alone.

The kiss possessed no technique to speak of; like an uncivilized beast, he crashed and barged through Song Mingjiao’s mouth, repeatedly gnawing and licking his soft lips.

It was the most primitive desire, untainted by any schemes or twists, yet it left the arrogant young master—who had been tilting his chin up—unable to catch his breath.

Song Mingjiao’s lips were very soft and his tongue was tender. Li Yuanhua had fantasized about this many times and had been jealous many times when others could kiss him; now, he finally had his wish fulfilled.

The long robe Song Mingjiao wore today was very wide, but in reality, he was very thin; that slender waist could be held by Li Yuanhua with a single hand.

The bodyguard’s hands were rough, covered in old calluses. Even though he knew they were separated by thick clothing, he still didn’t dare to use too much force, fearing he might chafe the young master or ruin the young master’s beloved clothes.

Therefore, his full surge of excitement could only be channeled more intensely into the kiss, lingering and grinding.

Song Mingjiao couldn’t describe what he was feeling. The man’s breath was very close to him, and the kissing was extremely agitated and violent, yet he didn’t feel much of a ripple emotionally.

It seemed there wasn’t much difference from the feeling of kissing He Wang, except that Li Yuanhua was too crude, like a vicious dog fighting for food.

The two of them kissed so intensely that even though the video call was cut, there was still an outsider present.

Though this outsider’s brain had already exploded the moment Song Mingjiao was pulled in and kissed.

The vivid and fragrant scene was right in front of Mo Qinan. This was the first time he had seen Song Mingjiao from this angle. If the previous phone call the one intentionally made to mislead him had driven Mo Qinan nearly insane with rage…

Then seeing this scene now made him wish he could crawl forward immediately and violently knock that vulgar bodyguard away. How could such a person be worthy of touching Song Mingjiao?

Unfortunately, Mo Qinan had no strength at all right now. He felt as though a bright green hat had been placed upon his head, and he was so angry his mouth was trembling: “Song Mingjiao, you would rather let a bodyguard like this touch you than be with me?”

Clearly, Song Mingjiao should belong to him! He should be the one Song Mingjiao was chasing!

Clearly, this beautiful Song Mingjiao, this tempting panting, these soft lips, and this weak waist should all belong only to him!

He was the victim, the rising star whose future was delayed by being kept! It was the gold master who couldn’t get what he wanted, who used force and coercion! He should be the one pulling the gold master’s heartstrings and emotions why, as of now, had everything turned upside down?

Clearly, he was supposed to change his fate in the end, reaching the top of the entertainment industry and slapping everyone in the face. But he would also be good to Song Mingjiao, he would be with him and wouldn’t abandon him he would have done everything expected of him! That was clearly how the ending should be!

Just where did it go wrong!

Mo Qinan used the filthiest words to curse, trying to cover up his inner pain and panic. But his voice was extremely piercing, and before he could say much more, he was “accidentally” kicked in the head by the powerful bodyguard and lost consciousness completely.

Song Mingjiao was panting, his cheeks flushed with a red hue. Noticing the movement, he pushed against Li Yuanhua’s chest and said with some dissatisfaction, “You broke our only audience member.”

The bodyguard pursed his lips: “I’m sorry, Young Master. I didn’t do it on purpose. It’s just that his cursing was too foul. I didn’t expect him to be so fragile.”

A qualified bodyguard needs to occasionally speak ill of others to the Young Master.

Li Yuanhua stared at Song Mingjiao’s lips. The originally beautiful and soft lips were stained with suspicious liquid, and because they had been sucked for so long, they appeared a vivid, dripping red.

The bodyguard looked straight ahead, but finally couldn’t help himself and asked cautiously, “Can I kiss you again? Young Master.”

Song Mingjiao wiped his mouth. They were swollen again!

“No!”

The audience was unconscious, and the tool’s mission was complete. The heartless employer coldly rejected the bodyguard’s request.

Li Yuanhua couldn’t have another taste, yet he felt no resentment. Even a sliver of light leaking from Song Mingjiao’s fingers was a blessing for him to receive.

Song Mingjiao pulled at the hem of his clothes, disgusted as he tugged the fabric out of Mo Qinan’s hand. Just now, he had been so immersed in the act with Li Yuanhua that he hadn’t noticed this man’s movements, allowing him to take advantage again.

He kicked Mo Qinan a few times; the man remained completely motionless, having fainted thoroughly. Song Mingjiao found it quite dull.

“So useless. He couldn’t even handle watching people kiss.”

Song Mingjiao straightened his wide sleeves. His clothes had become somewhat disheveled during the recent scuffle. He lowered his eyes: “Take him away first. He’s still useful.”

With that, Song Mingjiao didn’t wait for anyone and went straight out of the tea room.

Only Li Yuanhua remained standing there. He touched his own lips; the warmth of Song Mingjiao seemed to still linger there.

Song Mingjiao sat in the car. He didn’t care how Li Yuanhua dealt with Mo Qinan. The driver was asking him if he wanted to go home first.

Song Mingjiao leaned against the seat and closed his eyes, saying, “Wait a moment.”

He didn’t wait long. The driver in the front seemed to be called out of the car. The driver’s door opened again, and someone sat inside.

“Everything has been handled, Young Master. Are we going home now?” It was Li Yuanhua’s voice, though it carried some inexplicable emotion.

Song Mingjiao gave a soft “Mm,” but after a while, he didn’t hear the sound of the engine starting.

He opened his eyes and saw that for some reason, Li Yuanhua was gripping the handbrake tightly with one hand, delaying releasing it. Looking from the back row, he could see Li Yuanhua’s tensed jawline.

“What are you waiting for?”

The bodyguard suddenly released the handbrake. He didn’t dare turn back to look at Song Mingjiao, his body tensing as he slowly exhaled: “Young Master, were you willing to let me kiss you today because of Mo Qinan? Just to provoke him?”

Song Mingjiao thought something major had happened, but it was just this.

He leaned back lazily against the seat: “What if it is? Are you unwilling?”

The driver’s seat remained dead silent for a long time before the bodyguard’s very soft voice came through: “I am willing.”

Then, the car started.

Li Yuanhua’s driving skills were excellent; the whole journey was smooth and at a steady speed, not causing Song Mingjiao any discomfort.

However, with two men in the enclosed space of the car, someone’s body temperature remained high and wouldn’t drop, and the temperature inside the car continued to rise.

Song Mingjiao had no interest in counseling his subordinate, nor did he understand concepts like “heartbreak” or “shattered hope.”

The car windows were one-way glass. By himself in the seat, he took off the wide-sleeved long robe which, although elegant and beautiful, was somewhat heavy and cumbersome leaving only a single inner garment. It clung tightly to his body, faintly revealing the curves of his waist.

The car was very quiet; only the sound of breathing could be heard. No one spoke. This was a rare, private space belonging only to the two of them. Li Yuanhua cherished it, wishing he could slow the car to a crawl.

But as the car drew closer to the villa, Li Yuanhua, from the driver’s seat, had a good view. He saw a certain Movie King pacing back and forth at the entrance. Once they got out of the car, the little Young Master would once again fall into someone else’s embrace.

Song Mingjiao was reaching out to touch his own lips. There was nothing special about them, right? They were just a bit soft. Were they really that good to kiss? Why did everyone like to bite him there?

He wanted to try it himself.

But at that moment, the vehicle that had been driving smoothly suddenly slammed on the brakes.

Song Mingjiao cast a dissatisfied look: “What exactly is wrong with you today?”

Li Yuanhua suddenly climbed over from the front. He was naturally tall and well-built; as soon as he squeezed in, Song Mingjiao felt the air become restricted.

“Young Master, is this my chance? Did you intentionally let Mr. He and Mr. Mo know that I was kissing you? Why me?”

Song Mingjiao looked closely at Li Yuanhua: “Haven’t you noticed that you and He Wang are very similar in some ways? I don’t mean in appearance.”

Li Yuanhua’s teeth felt sour: “Then I am… his low-quality substitute?”

“Not quite. After all, the original isn’t broken yet. But I don’t want to raise another ‘Mo Qinan’ again. I have to make my lovers recognize their status and set some tests for them.”

Li Yuanhua released his fist in disappointment. So he didn’t even count as a substitute; was he just a test question used to examine the feelings between the Young Master and someone else?

Song Mingjiao didn’t care much: “However, I could also switch to someone else. Zhang Xuanzhan is quite good; he’s highly educated, and back then, my parents thought he was decent too.”

“No—” Li Yuanhua immediately crouched in front of the seat. He looked awkward in the small space.

Taking initiative, he took Song Mingjiao’s hand, closed his eyes to hide his pain, and devoutly placed a kiss on Song Mingjiao’s rounded, pink fingertip:

“Young Master, I am willing.”

The car, having crossed many hurdles, set off again. Just as it was about to drive through the villa gates, it was stopped.

Song Mingjiao was still wearing only that moon-white inner garment. The car window rolled halfway down, revealing his clearly lined, exquisite profile and his lips, which looked at a glance like they had been well-nourished.

This appearance fell into the eyes of He Wang, who had been waiting for a long time. He reached out his hand and brushed his finger over Song Mingjiao’s lips.

“Mingjiao, who was it?”

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