Chapter 39 The Temperamental School Bully 17 (1/2)

Before the charity gala, in the underground parking lot, Zi Xi had just gotten out of a taxi. Before her high heels had even settled, her wrist was suddenly grabbed and she was pulled into the back seat of a black sedan. The car door slammed shut, cutting off the outside lights.

The car was dimly lit, and Zi Xi's dress spread out on the leather seats, the silver threads shimmering in the shadows.

She looked up and met a pair of resentful eyes.

Jiang Yanli supported himself on one side of her, while his other hand held her wrist. His thumb unconsciously caressed the delicate skin on her wrist, and the scent of mint candy wafted from Zi Xi's body.

"You lied to me! You said you wouldn't come! Why?! Why didn't you tell me?"

His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of gritted teeth.

Zi Xi calmly met his gaze: "I didn't say I wouldn't come. I just told you that you don't need to prepare a contract."

"What's the difference between this and not being able to talk at all! You're not even familiar with us!"

His nose almost brushed against her cheek as he brought up old grievances again.

Zi Xi then noticed that Jiang Yanli was wearing a formal, high-end royal blue suit today, with her tie tied meticulously and her hair neatly combed, completely unlike the arrogant and unruly school bully she usually was.

Jiang Yanli stared at her for two seconds, her mind filled with admiration. Not receiving a reply from Zixi, she deflated and leaned back, saying, "Alright, let's turn the page on this..."

The car was silent for a few seconds.

Relieved, Zi Xi lowered her head to straighten her skirt when she suddenly heard him ask in a muffled voice, "I already said I would help you find your parents' belongings. If you didn't want to come, you didn't have to! Why did you come here under duress..."

"All you do is study! Don't you ever use your brain at all?!"

"Knowing there are tigers in the mountains, yet still venturing into the tiger's den...Are you really not an idiot?!"

She looked up and noticed that although Jiang Yanli had been lecturing her at length, she was looking out the window with her profile tightly drawn up, like a large dog throwing a tantrum and waiting for its owner to coax it.

"I'm not just good at studying, I can do many other things too."

For example... thank you.

Zi Xi looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly reached out her fingertips and gently lifted his chin, turning his face towards her.

"...What...?"

Jiang Yanli's voice was low and hoarse, his eyes filled with resentment. Before he could react, Zi Xi had already leaned down slightly and gently kissed his cheek.

It was a very soft sound, like a feather brushing past, touching and then leaving.

But it froze Jiang Yanli's entire body. His pupils suddenly contracted, his breathing stopped, and he seemed to be put on pause.

The next second, his body seemed to be manipulated, his fingers instinctively gripping the back of her neck, pressing her against him, and his lips pressed heavily against hers.

The kiss was filled with a long-suppressed aggression. Their hot breaths mingled, and Jiang Yanli's tongue pried open her teeth and plunged in, as if to confirm something, kissing her fiercely and urgently.

Zi Xi was pressed down into the seat by him, her silver dress skirt spread out messily, her fingers unconsciously clenching the front of his suit jacket.

Feeling Zi Xi's hand pushing against his chest in a slight resistance, he released her for a moment, not giving her even a few seconds to catch her breath, and kissed her deeply again.

The driver in the front seat pressed the partition lift button with a blank expression, inwardly roaring: Is this why the young master made me drive for hours to get here?!

Besides, young master, we're outside, and the car windows don't offer any privacy!

The partition had slowly risen, and a slight rustling of fabric and disordered breathing could be heard from the back seat.

Old Wang quietly turned up the volume of the car music.

"Aren't we quite familiar with each other now?"

The half-hour cycle repeated itself. After the sticky, half-closed kisses ended, Jiang Yanli finally pulled away slightly, rubbing her thumb against Zi Xi's slightly swollen lips, her voice low and hoarse.

"The banquet is about to begin."

Zi Xi's breathing had not yet calmed down, but her tone remained calm.