Chapter 355

Chapter 355 Who’s the Real Scoundrel

Su Rui was walking along when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him. His heart stirred, and he turned to look — it was Qin Yueran.

She was standing there with a cold smile: “Well, well, you show up without even telling me. Do I really bother you that much?”

She wore a qipao in the color of blue-and-white porcelain, the fabric stretched taut across her chest, its curves impossible not to let the imagination run wild over. Her stomach was flat, her legs long and supple — a figure that put supermodels to shame.

Looking at Qin Yueran, Su Rui couldn’t help but recall that night on the rooftop when he had kissed this woman passionately, and for a moment his mouth went a little dry.

“Say something — why aren’t you talking? Do I really annoy you that much?” Qin Yueran walked up to Su Rui with a cold smile. She was already quite tall, and with her high heels on, she was nearly at eye level with him.

“Uh, it’s not what you think.” Su Rui rubbed his nose and replied sheepishly: “I was trying to give you a surprise.”

“A surprise — you kiss me and touch me, then don’t contact me for days? That’s your surprise?” Qin Yueran mercilessly tore through Su Rui’s excuse.

“That’s not really it either. I’ve been so busy lately, I’ve been meaning to come see you.” Su Rui lied with considerable awkwardness. The truth was, he had no idea how to face Qin Yueran. You really do run into exactly what you’re trying to avoid — the more you try to dodge someone, the more you bump into them. This place really had a strange pull to it.

“Then come with me.” With that, Qin Yueran strode forward on those long legs. If she hadn’t been mindful of how many people knew her here, she probably would have dragged Su Rui along by force.

And so Su Rui had no choice but to follow behind her. Fortunately, he was good at keeping himself in check — he fixed his eyes on Qin Yueran’s figure beneath her qipao and found it quite easy to redirect his attention.

This time, Qin Yueran didn’t take Su Rui up to the rooftop. Instead, she brought him to her suite.

As Qin Yueran swiped her card to open the door, Su Rui caught the faint fragrance drifting from the room and suddenly felt his heart beating a little faster.

Why was this woman bringing him into her room? What was she planning?

Su Rui’s heart was practically leaping out of his chest. He wondered — if Qin Yueran tried to force something, should he resist?

He hadn’t even worked out an answer before Miss Qin grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into the room, then shoved him straight down onto the bed.

At that moment, Su Rui felt completely like a helpless maiden waiting to be taken advantage of.

Qin Yueran kicked off her heels and straddled him, staring into his eyes from close range, her voice carrying a fierce edge: “Am I not good-looking?”

Su Rui had no idea what Qin Yueran was playing at. He looked at her pretty face and delicate features and said: “You’re very good-looking.”

Qin Yueran grabbed his collar: “Then is my figure not good enough?”

As she said it, she straightened up, and those curves swayed right before Su Rui’s eyes.

“It’s great, really great.” Su Rui swallowed hard.

“I’m right here in front of you and you have no reaction at all?” Qin Yueran pressed aggressively.

Su Rui answered honestly: “Seems like there is a reaction.”

What a joke — with a stunning beauty in a short qipao straddling him like this, if there was no reaction, could he even call himself a man?

As he said it, Su Rui unconsciously arched his hips slightly, as if to prove his point to Qin Yueran.

The fourth young lady of the Qin family seemed to feel something pressing against her. She appeared to realize what it was, let out a soft cry, and her pretty face flushed crimson.

“What are you doing?” Su Rui said with a look of contempt: “You’re the one who asked if I had a reaction. I do, and now you’re acting like this? ‘All bark and no bite’ — that’s you, isn’t it?”

“You’re such a pervert, this is so lame.” Qin Yueran, having lost the upper hand, lashed out in embarrassed fury and grabbed him between the legs, making him gasp sharply in pain.

“Good grief, don’t you know that’s somewhere you can’t touch on a man? That really hurts!” Su Rui clutched himself and lay on the bed with his legs pressed tightly together, utterly helpless.

“Who’s the pervert here — you or me?”

Seeing Su Rui in such a sorry state, Qin Yueran broke into a radiant smile. She picked up a glass of red wine, took a delicate sip, and said with pointed meaning: “I’m the bad girl, and you’re the perfect gentleman.”

Being bullied and looked down on by a woman like this, Su Rui got fed up. He stood up, reached over and took the wine glass from Qin Yueran, drained it in one go, and said: “Let me show you what a real gentleman looks like!”

With that, he swept Qin Yueran up in his arms and tossed her roughly onto the bed.

It was lucky that Qin Yueran’s bed was wide enough and the mattress soft enough, otherwise that throw might have caused some real trouble.

Su Rui pounced on top of her, pinning her down, and said with equal ferocity: “Let me show you what a real pervert looks like!”

With that, he grabbed Qin Yueran’s qipao and tore it apart with both hands. The expensive handmade qipao was ripped clean open, revealing two snow-white peaks.

Qin Yueran was wearing black seamless underwear that day, which formed a striking contrast against her snow-white skin. From the curve of her chest to her flat stomach, two breathtakingly beautiful legs extended from the center, impossible to look away from once you laid eyes on them.

The truth was, Su Rui had only meant to tear her clothes to give Qin Yueran a scare, but he hadn’t expected to misjudge his own strength. On top of that, her qipao was quite thin and light — he felt like he’d barely used any force, yet he’d already left her completely exposed.

Faced with the sight before him, Su Rui was momentarily stunned and swallowed involuntarily.

Qin Yueran crossed her legs and gave a provocative cold smile: “Weren’t you going to prove what a pervert looks like? Is this how you prove it? If tearing clothes makes someone a pervert, then I’m more of a pervert than you.”

With that, Qin Yueran grabbed Su Rui’s shirt and gave it a hard yank — a row of buttons went flying.

Su Rui had been provoked one too many times and was truly losing his patience. He pushed Qin Yueran down onto the bed, reached out, and pressed his hand against her smooth bare back.

A faint smile crept onto Qin Yueran’s lips, as if her scheme had succeeded. She wrapped both arms tightly around Su Rui’s neck, and her soft lips pressed against his.

The two of them tangled and rolled together — dry wood meeting a fierce flame, igniting instantly. This was nothing like that night on the rooftop. With Qin Yueran now wearing almost nothing, the sight was an overwhelming stimulus for Su Rui, one he found utterly impossible to pull away from.

Under the work of Su Rui’s hands, the last scraps of fabric on Qin Yueran were soon torn away, and the two of them were bare before each other.

Clinging tightly to Su Rui’s neck, feeling his strong embrace and the indescribable sensation, Qin Yueran’s cheeks were flushed and her eyes brimmed with desire — yet her breathless mouth still managed to taunt: “Aren’t you supposed to be a pervert? Prove it to me. Don’t tell me you’re all show and no substance, all looks and no action.”

Su Rui was now completely provoked. His hands had long since worked Qin Yueran into a state where she could barely hold on, and hearing her still refuse to admit defeat, he said fiercely: “Let me show you what it means to be both worth looking at and worth having.”

Qin Yueran let out a dismissive “tch,” but she had already closed her eyes. She wanted to fully savor this moment — her heart was nearly pounding out of her throat.

This was her choice. She had no regrets.

Su Rui let out a low growl, just about to take the final step, when the doorbell rang.

“Stop ringing — there’s nobody in here!”

With a delicious meal almost at his lips, having his rhythm broken at the critical moment, Su Rui was furious and shouted directly at the door.

“Yueran, are you in there?” came another voice from outside.

“She’s not here!”

As he said it, Su Rui was about to hoist Qin Yueran’s perfect legs up onto his shoulders.

But right after shouting “she’s not here,” the fog of desire suddenly cleared from Su Rui’s mind — that sounded like Xia Qing’s voice.

Qin Yueran was also startled. She quickly pulled herself out of her earlier daze and said in a low voice: “Oh no, I forgot I made plans to meet Xia Qing tonight.”

Su Rui was even more furious: “Then why did you provoke me?”

Qin Yueran gritted her teeth, clamped her legs around Su Rui’s neck, and said: “Forget her, let’s keep going.”

“Keep going my foot.” Su Rui patted his own stomach and said helplessly: “Look at the state I’m in — how are we supposed to keep going? Two more rings of that doorbell and I’ll be scared into a real problem.”

At that moment, Xia Qing started knocking on the door again: “Yueran, are you in there? You’re not picking up your phone either.”

“Why don’t you hide in the bathroom?” Qin Yueran said awkwardly.

She and Xia Qing were best friends, and she knew Xia Qing had feelings for Su Rui. If Xia Qing walked in and caught her doing this with Su Rui, their friendship would likely be damaged.

“No need. I’ll deal with you next time.”

Su Rui gave one of the prominent peaks a squeeze, got dressed in five seconds flat, then opened the window and jumped out.

That kind of agility — scaling walls and leaping from heights — was practically a must-have skill for avoiding getting caught. If he ever put a green hat on someone, there was no way the husband would ever catch him in the act.

Qin Yueran knew Su Rui was highly skilled. Even though this was the top floor of the hotel, she trusted he wouldn’t come to any harm. She stuffed the torn qipao into the wardrobe, wrapped herself in a bath towel, and opened the door barefoot.

“Yueran, what happened — I was calling for so long and you didn’t open up.” Xia Qing walked in, looking puzzled.

“I was just about to take a shower.” Qin Yueran said sheepishly: “I had just taken everything off and was about to run the water when you came in.”

Xia Qing wasn’t particularly suspicious: “You weren’t picking up your phone either. It’s not even close to bedtime — why are you taking a shower now?”

“I wanted to freshen up so we could go out for a late-night snack together.”

“But we’re going shopping first and you’ll just sweat again.” Xia Qing said.

“Oh, right, how did I not think of that?” Qin Yueran put on a look of sudden realization and slapped her forehead — the expression was about as convincing as it could possibly not be.

“Yueran, why is your face so red?”

Xia Qing stared at Qin Yueran, feeling that her friend was acting very off today — why was every little thing she did so strange?

How could Qin Yueran’s face not be red? Su Rui had worked her up to the very brink, with the final step just moments away. Both her body and her mind were reacting in ways that made blushing completely unavoidable.

What a shame — the courage she had finally managed to summon had been cut short just like that by Xia Qing.

“It’s nothing, nothing — maybe the room is just too warm.” Qin Yueran said awkwardly, her face seeming to grow even redder.

Xia Qing had sharp eyes and suddenly said: “Hm, why are there a few buttons on the floor?”