To Wang Sisi's surprise, she chose a deep burgundy off-shoulder fishtail dress.
Fortunately, the hickeys on President Jiang's neck and collarbone have all disappeared.
Jiang Cuo changed into a fishtail dress, put on makeup, and got her big breasts permed, perfectly combining aloofness and charm, looking noble and elegant.
"Mr. Jiang, you can't wear this necklace anymore. The brand sent over some jewelry."
Jiang Cuo carefully placed the small bracelet into the box.
Even though Jiang Cuo had mentally prepared himself, when he appeared at the charity gala and saw the sweet-smiling Jiu Cuo holding the arm of Su Qianqian, who was wearing a dark red suit, he still felt a surge of annoyance.
After the media took photos, she entered the venue, where a waiter handed her a glass of red wine.
Jiang Cuo gripped the wine glass tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Looking at the two people's backs, they were intimately together.
A hint of obsession rose in his phoenix eyes.
Only 'Cuo' Entertainment.
Su Qianqian has truly transferred the love she once had for her to someone else. Is this what they mean by love not disappearing, but only being transferred?
Moreover, the person who was transferred was Toko.
Jiang Cuo suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head. She held her temples, as if she had suddenly figured something out.
Wasn't her going abroad also to increase her own value and be a better match for Su Qianqian?
In order to avoid being easily abandoned.
But now, what has she gained? She has been doing nothing all along.
What she wanted was never the scene that is unfolding now.
Jiang Cuo brought the glass of red wine to his lips and drank it all in one gulp, his mouth instantly filled with the sweet taste of wine.
Jiang Cuo placed the wine glass on the table, lifted her burgundy fishtail dress, and walked to the second-floor lounge. She opened the door, which was labeled "Weicuo Entertainment President's Private Lounge," and went inside.
Listen to the footsteps of everyone on the stairs.
Then, a slightly familiar set of footsteps sounded.
Then came the click of the doorknob turning, and as the door opened, a familiar and pleasant scent filled Jiang Cuo's nostrils.
Jiang Cuo reached out and grabbed the collar of the person who pushed the door open, pulling him up with an astonishing force that left no room for refusal. He then slammed the person against the door and locked it from the inside.
Before Su Qianqian could react, she was pulled into the room. The lounge was dark, with only faint moonlight shining in through the window.
A sweet, wine-scented aroma wafted over, and a pair of red lips were imprinted on her lips.
From initial shock to vaguely recognizing the face of the person pressing down on her, Su Qianqian slowly relaxed her tense shoulders.
Jiang Cuo's clumsy kissing technique and eager penetration were awkward.
Su Qianqian's wrist was being grabbed, and the fingers gripping her were very hot.
Su Qianqian sensed that Jiang Cuo's initial eagerness had softened, and he was kissing her gently. His taller body slowly lowered, a silent act of appeasement and submission.
Su Qianqian broke free, raised her hand, and pinched Jiang Cuo's chin, her eyes cold. "President Jiang, what are you doing now?"
Jiang Cuo didn't speak. In the darkness, the emotions in her phoenix eyes were somewhat complicated. Wearing a wine-red fishtail dress and bright red lips, her eyes were slightly watery, making her look exactly like a captivating fox.
It's breathtakingly beautiful.
Su Qianqian's lips curled up, neither taking the initiative nor refusing, as if waiting for Jiang Cuo's next move.
Jiang Cuo remained silent, and the two remained in a stalemate.
Even without the lights on, one could feel Jiang Cuo's body temperature rising and heat emanating from him.
Jiang Cuo trembled slightly, as if he was extremely shy. He put his arm around Su Qianqian's waist, his delicate high heels clicking on the ground as he took small steps backward. Then, he half-pushed and half-reluctantly fell down, coincidentally landing on the sofa. The steps he took backward and the angle at which he fell seemed to have been carefully planned.
Su Qianqian was pulled along and slumped onto the sofa.
The moonlight shone in, and Jiang Cuo's profile, revealed as she looked up, was the most exquisite and perfect.
This angle was perfect for Su Qianqian to see the expression on her face.
Su Qianqian's eyes remained calm, and although the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, there was no smile on her face.
“If Mr. Jiang doesn’t say anything, I’m going to get up and leave. After all, Mr. Jiang doesn’t smell strongly of alcohol and seems normal. He doesn’t seem to have been framed. If Mr. Jiang doesn’t say anything, I’m going to report him for sexual harassment.”
Jiang Cuo raised his head, his proud chin held high, and gently kissed Su Qianqian's lips, his slender fingers gripping the hem of her suit tightly.
Jiang Cuo wore a fishtail dress, revealing her slender neck and delicate collarbones. Her exquisite right-angled shoulders were so white they seemed to reflect light under the moonlight. Her shoulders were tinged with a faint pink, whether from emotion or shyness, and trembled slightly.
Jiang Cuo spoke in a hoarse voice, her throat bobbing, exuding extreme sexiness. Her breath carried a sweet, alcoholic scent, as if a bewitching magic was numbing one's senses, penetrating every crevice. Her thin lips were painted an alluring red, yet her tone was humble, as if she were asking for the slightest pity.
"Qianqian loves me so much..."
"Please."
"Don't fall in love with someone else."
A note from the author:
Here's a hidden gem of a novel for you all! Feel free to bookmark it if you like it.
"Transmigrated into the Villainous Emperor's Pampered Concubine" by Shili Changdi
A strategist who lies low and enjoys a life of leisure, a favored concubine; and a rich second-generation emperor who has no choice but to get involved.
Bai Fuxue, who had just received an email about a promotion and a raise, confessed that she had a hangover and passed out in a hotel. When she woke up, she found a white silk ribbon in front of her.
She transmigrated into a book, where the new emperor couldn't tolerate the seductive concubine who had wreaked havoc on the former emperor's harem.
She was ordered to hang herself.
She carried the lives of her entire family of loyal martyrs on her shoulders, and immediately climbed down from the roof beam.
She didn't want to be killed by the new emperor, and she didn't want to die in the treacherous intrigues of the harem.
The woman in the mirror was beautiful and charming, with a slender waist, and was hailed as the most beautiful woman in the Great Xia Dynasty.
All Bai Fuxue could do was to comb her hair, try her best to win the emperor's favor, and be a "femme fatale" who brought ruin to the country.
...
A top-tier rich second-generation heir transmigrated into the body of the new emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty with the same name. The original owner was incompetent, tyrannical, and cruel.
A white silk ribbon was used to execute the emperor's beloved concubine, whom he could only dream of.
The Bai Fuxue family is vast and deeply entrenched, supporting the lifeline of the entire Great Xia Dynasty.
Having read the original text, Xiao Shizhi immediately went to the Cold Palace to see her.
Why is the white snow, which should be cold, still alive?
Why are these beautiful concubines, who should despise her, trying to please her?
Why would a beautiful woman who is illiterate in poetry and literature take the initiative to discuss politics with him?
The most outrageous thing is that the favored concubine was even more efficient at handling state affairs than she was?
...
In the blink of an eye, the former abandoned concubine in the cold palace transformed into a favored concubine of two dynasties, captivating the emperor's heart.
The women in the harem all bit their handkerchiefs, cursing bitterly, "This vixen has bewitched the emperor! The country is doomed!"
Unknown to anyone, that night, the fox spirit, now reincarnated as a demon concubine, cupped the new emperor's face and said shyly:
"Your Majesty, they are all cursing me."
The new emperor embraced his beloved concubine by the waist and kissed her on the cheek, thus confirming the rumor.
...
Summary: When fellow villagers meet, their eyes well up with tears.
1. Both characters are virgins after transmigration, 1v1
2. This is a fictional story; please do not take it too seriously.
3. Initially, neither of them knew the other was a time traveler; it was like they were seeing each other in a strange place and instantly clicked?
Chapter Seventy
The moonlight from outside the window lazily spilled into the room.
Su Qianqian's VIP reception room has the best location. From the window, you can see the back garden of the banquet. Moreover, it is located at the very back of the second floor, away from the noisy crowd, quiet and comfortable.
Moreover, it's located at the deepest part of the corridor, a place most people wouldn't dare disturb easily.
Jiang Cuo, like a fox, spoke with the sweet scent of red wine, his words particularly alluring in the darkness.
Su Qianqian pinched Jiang Cuo's delicate chin with her thumb and forefinger, looking at the face that overlapped with her memory.
This was the first time she had looked at Jiang Cuo so closely since she returned to China.
"What do you mean by that, Mr. Jiang?"
Jiang Cuo's hands, which were wrapped around Su Qianqian's lower back, kept moving upwards, her fair arms trying to climb up Su Qianqian's neck and bring Su Qianqian's face closer to hers.
Jiang Cuo's throat bobbed, the lines from his neck to his collarbone were exquisitely perfect, every part seemed to be the work of God's divine craftsmanship, "I know you're angry with me. I shouldn't have walked away on my own two years ago without saying a word to you."
Su Qianqian lowered her eyes and saw the small mole on Jiang Cuo's collarbone. It was blurry in the dim room, but she looked down and spotted it precisely at a glance.
Su Qianqian suddenly remembered that two years ago, the useless system rewarded her with a tail and ears that could connect to nerves. After Jiang Cuo put it on, Jiang Cuo's clothes were half off, and she saw the small mole on Jiang Cuo's collarbone. She gently rubbed it with her thumb, and a sense of familiarity arose.
It turns out that the seeds of their future had been sown long ago. Because of their agreement, they did this many times in the second half of their senior year of high school. Since they were both adults, it was a mutual agreement.
Although Jiang Cuo always had a cold face, he always half-heartedly agreed, his whole body turning as red as a steamed hairy crab, the redder he was, the more fragrant he became.
So this explains why, after losing those six months of memory, she was well-behaved and obedient during her two years of university, never noticing the area below Jiang Cuo's collarbone, yet she immediately noticed the small mole below Jiang Cuo's collarbone and inexplicably found it extremely sexy, and couldn't get enough of it.
Unfortunately, two years have passed, and now that she sees him again, she feels unusually calm.
Upon hearing Jiang Cuo bring up the events of two years ago for the first time, Su Qianqian lowered her body even further, looking down at Jiang Cuo as if from a superior position, a contemptuous smile playing on her lips.
"Does Mr. Jiang think I'm as naive as I was two years ago, that I'd obediently wag my tail and follow him around, eagerly waiting for him to give me benefits, just because he said a few nice words to me?"
Jiang Cuo's chin was pinched by Su Qianqian, forcing him to tilt his head back. His thin, red lips were slightly parted, and a sweet aroma of alcohol wafted out, accompanied by rising steam.