Ji Nan struggled silently and violently in Rong Yan's arms, but Rong Yan let her bite him like a little beast, his hands like iron clamps, refusing to let go.
The difference in strength between men and women was significant, and Ji Nan soon stopped moving, sobbing against Rong Yan's chest.
"Second brother...please let me go, please..." Ji Nan grabbed his collar, looked up at him pitifully, his big eyes wide open and filled with tears, as innocent as a little deer.
Rong Yan felt a pang of pain in his heart, but his grip remained firm. "You think you could save people if I didn't stop you? Is that a place where you can act so violently? Even if you get away unscathed, won't your father skin you alive? What about your older brother?" He gently wiped away her tears. "Besides, Xiao Si, since I didn't intervene back then, why would I go back on my word now?"
Ji Nan was filled with despair. "Why? My brother wants to deal with Fang Yicheng, why drag him into this?"
She was extremely anxious, thinking about the torment Li Yan was currently suffering.
Their special police task force's operation this time was tipped off beforehand; in other words, it was a trap. The overseas group had been repeatedly defeated by Fang Yicheng, and this was a desperate counterattack. With the tacit approval of someone with ulterior motives, seven members of Fang Yicheng's team were ultimately detained, including Li Yan.
Rong Yan sneered, bringing his face close to hers, their breaths almost touching. "Little Fourth, tell me—tell me, what am I doing this for?"
His eyes were amber in color, and upon closer inspection, they seemed to possess a certain eerie quality, causing Ji Nan's tears to flow even more profusely.
"Big Brother didn't intend to target anyone, otherwise, even if Fang Yicheng's entire force were wiped out, it wouldn't be enough to deter them. He just wanted to give Fang Yicheng a warning."
His original intention was to use those people overseas to eliminate Fang Yicheng, so when they came to test Liang Feifan's intentions as a local strongman, Rong Yan tacitly agreed.
When he brought the news to Liang Feifan, he expressed his opinion, but Liang Feifan smiled coldly and said, "I have hundreds of ways to get rid of Fang Yicheng. However, I disdain using such methods to get her."
Rong Yan shrugged. Actually, his older brother was afraid that once Fang Yicheng died, he would never have another chance to drive him out of Gu Yan's heart. What could be more immortal than a dead lover?
However, he didn't think so. Xiao Si was different from Gu Yan. As long as that person wasn't by her side, he would eventually win back her heart.
"Don't cry, Xiao Si, don't cry, you're breaking my heart." Rong Yan said gently, coaxing her.
Ji Nan lay weakly in his arms, calling out to him in a muffled voice, "Second Brother."
"kindness?"
Ji Nan stood up straight, gently pushed him, and took a step back. Her tear-stained face was like a green mountain after the rain, and Rong Yan was even more mesmerized by her.
She wiped away her tears haphazardly with the back of her hand, gritted her teeth, and quickly took off her T-shirt. Then, she untied the cloth strip tied around her chest, which was used to bind her breasts.
Rong Yan stared at her, stunned. Her small, fair body was slender yet curvaceous, with small, delicate breasts that looked so adorable one wanted to devour them. Her waist was slender and alluring, and below was a pair of loose jeans. Her half-naked appearance was innocent yet possessed a fatal allure.
Ji Nan pressed herself against Rong Yan, took his hand, placed it on her own chest, hooked her other arm around his neck, and offered her pink lips.
Rong Yan's breathing became rapid, his eyes flashing with a frenzied, scarlet light. He tightened his grip on her soft breasts, kneading them. She usually wore loose-fitting clothes, but now they were surprisingly ample. They felt warm and smooth in his hands, and he unconsciously increased the pressure, leaving behind a series of finger marks. Her lips were slightly cool, so he warmed them in his mouth, his tongue slowly entering her small mouth, drawing out her sweet saliva, which he then swallowed entirely.
Ji Nan was inexperienced and didn't know how to flatter, yet she aroused his burning desire more than any woman Rong Yan had ever met.
He unbuttoned her jeans with his large hand and pulled down the zipper.
His hand traveled down her waistline, grasped the tender flesh of her buttocks, and rubbed it hard, while pressing her lower body tightly against his sensitive areas.
Her half-pulled pants made it easy for her to feel his hot, dangerous pressure against her. Ji Nan was kissed until she was breathless, her hands grabbing wildly behind his back and pulling at his hair. His caresses made her feel like she was about to collapse.
Rong Yan released her hand and reached down, kneading her sensitive spot through her thin panties. Ji Nan's sensitive spot, which had never been touched by anyone else, was gently teased and stimulated by him, and gradually, a sticky fluid seeped through the fabric and clung to his fingers.
His fingers gradually slipped inside her panties, rubbing against her tender flesh as he gently probed further in. She was slightly moist, making it a little difficult for him to push them in. He slowly infiltrated, feeling the ecstasy of her soft, fleshy skin enveloping his fingers. He breathed softly, his fingers moving in and out rhythmically. She trembled slightly with his movements, her pitiful appearance only fueling Rong Yan's desire to push her down and enter her body.
He took her small hand and guided it to hold what he was about to cherish her. Her hand trembled as she rested it on it, and Rong Yan sighed, feeling comfortable even without moving. He added a finger, eagerly expanding her.
Ji Nan suddenly burst into tears.
Rong Yan froze instantly, slowly withdrawing his fingers. He straightened her pants and took off his coat to wrap her in it. Ji Nan sobbed uncontrollably, burying her face in his chest, her shirt soaked with tears.
"Scared?" His voice was still hoarse, suppressing the tension of his desire, his lower body hard against her.
Ji Nan didn't answer, and cried even more miserably.
Rong Yan sighed, picked her up, walked to the sofa, and laid her across his lap. Her cool tears seeped onto his skin, and the coolness went straight to his heart.
"Xiao Si, Xiao Si..." he murmured weakly.
Ji Nan shed more tears in his entire life than he did on this one day.
Rong Yan's usually cold and hard heart was gradually softened by her warm, salty tears. He had originally planned to accept her since she had come to him, and as for Li Yan, even if his elder brother didn't deal with him, he wouldn't let him off the hook. Anyone who dared to touch his woman would only face death.
Ji Nan sobbed, "You promised... that as long as I wanted... I would like him! I would want to be with him... You... you... you broke your promise..."
Rong Yan felt a jolt in his heart as a huge hole was blasted open.
That night, under a dazzling starry sky, the wind on the mountaintop made Xiao Si's white clothes flutter like an ethereal fairy. Her bright eyes were more captivating than the stars in the sky. The two lay in the convertible, drinking and gazing at the stars. He was momentarily infatuated, hooking his arm around her neck and gently kissing her lips. She was pinned beneath him, her face flushed, almost fainting from holding her breath. He smiled and released her. Xiao Si wrapped her arms around his neck and asked earnestly, "You swear you'll only love me, then we'll be together, okay?"
What did he say to her back then? Oh, he said, "Little Si, I can only promise that no matter who I'm with, you'll always be my favorite."
The starlight in Xiao Si's eyes dimmed in an instant.
At that time, Rong Yan thought, how could anyone love only one person for a lifetime? Wouldn't it be enough to put her first?
But no, his stubborn little fourth sister was drifting further and further away. One day, he suddenly realized what was happening and turned back to chase after her. His persistent little fourth sister, his stubborn and brave little fourth sister, said, "I'm sorry, second brother."
Who is Rong Yan? He smiled indifferently, "It's okay, Xiao Si. As long as you like it, as long as you're willing, your second brother is happy as long as he sees you happy."
But seeing her smiling and whispering in another man's arms, secretly changing into a dress someone else had given her at home, her face flushed, he felt a pang of discomfort in his heart.
"Little Fourth, Second Brother regrets it. Let's—start over, okay?" He held her in his arms as if he were holding the world.
The person in his arms remained silent.
He lowered his head to kiss her, kissing her face haphazardly, licking her eyelashes, sucking her lips, and forcing her to answer.
Ji Nan spoke with difficulty, "I can give you my body—if you want it, I'm willing to save him. But if... if he doesn't want me anymore because of this, I'll just have to love him in my heart for the rest of my life. In that case, Second Brother, I'll hate you for the rest of my life too."
Rong Yan pressed his forehead against hers, and the two of them huddled together on the sofa.
After a while, cool liquid splashed onto Ji Nan's eyelids. She didn't want to open her eyes to see what it was.
Rong Yan's low murmur was as if the pain was etched into his very bones, "I was just slow to realize... Xiao Si... Xiao Si... couldn't you have waited for me?"
Where can you wait? In matters of love, things always progress by leaps and bounds. You might think it's just a period of time, but little do you know, what you miss is a lifetime.
Rong Yan held her, remaining silent and still for a long, long time, so long that Ji Nan thought he had fallen asleep.
“I can only guarantee that he won’t be in any immediate danger. Whether they release him or not is up to my eldest brother.” Rong Yan spoke again, his composure restored, once again the elegant and carefree second young master of the Rong family. He placed Ji Nan on the sofa, picked up her clothes from the floor, handed them to her, and turned away to light a cigarette.
With red eyes, Ji Nan silently put on her clothes.
"Second Brother, thank you." Ji Nan said sincerely. He used to manage the overseas business for his eldest brother, and those people overseas would definitely give him face. If he could make such a guarantee, Li Yan would definitely be safe.
Rong Yan smiled wryly, "No need to thank me."
Ji Nan jumped off the sofa and walked out, but Rong Yan suddenly called out to her again, "Xiao Si!"
Ji Nan turned around, "Hmm?"
Rong Yan took a deep drag on his cigarette, smiled, and said, "It's nothing, go ahead. I just—wanted to call your name."
Actually, no. Xiao Si, I still want to ask, why? Why couldn't you wait for me? Now, you've left me here alone, what am I supposed to do?
As the cigarette glowed and faded, Rong Yan watched Ji Nan's hurried departure, the light in his eyes gradually dimming.
Love with all my heart
Gu Boyun shoved her away, pointed at Gu Mingzhu's nose, his finger trembling, "Let me tell you! If I had known about your agreement with Liang Feifan back then, I would have preferred to be shot!"
"What a pity, even if you died now, this wish would never come true. What, you've lived for seven years, that's enough, and now you're about to give up as your days are coming to an end? Trying to renege on your promise?" Gu Mingzhu stood up with a cold face, not giving an inch.
Snap!
A heavy slap sent Gu Mingzhu sprawling onto a chair, her face turned away. Gu Boyun stood there, trembling with rage. Gu Yan was too terrified to move. This was the first time her father had ever laid a finger on either of them, not even seven years ago when he had pointed a gun at her head in a fit of rage. Gu Yan stood there dumbfounded, finally realizing that her father's personality had been drastically altered by his illness.
Gu Mingzhu lay there, covering her face, her long hair obscuring her expression. After a short while, she slowly stood up, expressionless, straightening her hair and clothes. Her gaze towards her father was icy cold, her voice low but clear, "They say a dying man's words are kind. Please don't add to someone's troubles on your deathbed. If you have any grievances or regrets about what happened back then, take them out on me. Don't bring Liang Feifan into this. Gu Yan isn't a child; no one can control her. This marriage is set in stone. You decide what to do."
...
A large group of doctors walked out of the emergency room, looking exhausted. ROAL, who spoke the best Chinese, rubbed his red nose and complained to Gu Yan, "Didn't I tell you not to agitate him? How did he faint again! His cell activity rate dropped by another 0.5 percentage points, and the proportion of toxin proteins increased. I can't take it anymore! Boss Liang will definitely knock me on the head!" He had a stable job and a happy family in the United States. If he wasn't terrified of the fierce Liang Feifan, he wouldn't have brought the new drug all the way here to guard a half-dead old man.
"And now? How is it?" Gu Yan was still in shock. As soon as her sister went out, her father fainted. She screamed in fright. Her father, who was as tall as a mountain, fell so weakly in front of her. She was immediately filled with guilt.
ROAL scratched his head in frustration. Seeing this, the hospital director stepped forward to explain, “Surgery is crucial as soon as possible. The medication we’re using now is a newly developed product that hasn’t passed the fourth step of clinical trials. We’re unsure if its drug resistance and toxicity meet human tolerance standards. Furthermore, the dosage is increasing daily. If we reach a critical point and a drug resistance barrier is established, the cancer cells will launch a major counterattack, and surgery won’t be possible. Even if Mr. Liang demolishes our hospital then, there’ll be nothing we can do.” The director clearly feared someone who was coercing and bribing him more than the troublesome cancer itself.
Gu Yan listened to their complaints with a headache, finally managing to appease them after a while. Through the emergency room glass, she looked at her father on the hospital bed. He lay there old and frail, like a piece of dry wood, his body, tormented by illness, wasting away day by day. He was no longer the strong and upright Gu Boyun he once was. The feeling of death slowly approaching is something only those who have experienced it can truly understand. At this point, even children would soften their hearts; his stubbornness and coldness would seem perfectly reasonable and understandable.
Gu Mingzhu didn't come home that night. Gu Yan called her many times but no one answered. Later that night, Rong Lei called and said he was with Gu Mingzhu and that she shouldn't worry. Gu Yan breathed a sigh of relief and stayed at the hospital alone all night.
The next morning, Liang Feifan learned that Gu Boyun had fainted from anger. He couldn't find Gu Mingzhu anywhere, and he felt anxious all day. When he got home that evening, the housekeeper said that Miss Yan had returned and was packing her things in her room. His heart sank even further, and he hurried upstairs to look for her.
Gu Yan heard his footsteps as he entered and came out of the dressing room to greet him. "Why are you back so early? Didn't you say you had a business dinner tonight?"
Liang Feifan held her waist, pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. "I suddenly missed you, so I came back."
"Liang Feifan, what if the Liang family goes bankrupt if you keep going like this? I can only share wealth and prosperity with you. If you become penniless, I won't want you anymore." Gu Yan tilted her head back in his arms and smiled sweetly. All of Liang Feifan's worries vanished with her smile. He lowered his head to kiss her, the kiss growing deeper and deeper. His hand slipped under her clothes, lifting her bra and caressing her. Gu Yan, her breath unsteady, called for a stop, "I need to go back to the hospital..."
As she spoke, she pushed him away, but he showered her with passionate kisses, ignoring her protests. Instead, her struggles aroused his interest, and he quickly pulled down her jeans, pulling them down to her knees. He tried to squeeze in, but her legs were too wide open, making it difficult to get in.
He half-carried, half-dragged her to the edge of the bed, then stripped her naked. Gu Yan was limp as water, without any strength, letting him rush in after only half-pulling down his pants. He was extremely eager, pressing down on her as she moaned softly as he thrust in and out quickly. Gu Yan twisted her waist to meet his thrusts, making Liang Feifan even more excited. He pulled out, took off his own pants, then pressed her onto the bed, lifting her legs and placing them on his left shoulder. He grabbed a pillow from the foot of the bed and placed it under her bottom, then thrust into her heavily from above, deep and heavy, making Gu Yan cry out involuntarily, her body wrapping around him tighter and tighter.
It was over. He stood there, panting, unwilling to leave. Gu Yan, breathless, pounded his back with her small fists and whined, "Husband..." Liang Feifan was quite pleased with her sweet words. He pushed deeper, his erection throbbing, eager for another round. Gu Yan changed tactics, pinching his arm with her raised eyebrows. "Get out!" Liang Feifan hissed in pain, but the stimulation only fueled his desire. He thrust into her, taking her in deep and shallow strokes. Gu Yan moaned and groaned, complaining about his insatiable greed. Liang Feifan, taking advantage of the situation, picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Gu Yan knew he was always like this, never letting her go without going two or three times, so she let him do as he pleased. Feeling her submissiveness, Liang Feifan became even more ravenous, pressing her against the edge of the bathtub and tormenting her from behind with various techniques. Finally, they finished their fun and turned on the shower. Gu Yan didn't have the strength to cling to him, so he held a bath sponge in one hand and wrapped his arm around her with the other. The foam was wet and slippery, and the two of them slid together like two fish. Her wet black hair hung down her back, all the way to her pert buttocks. He pressed shampoo into his palm and rubbed her long hair, his fingers gliding over her smooth back. As he washed, he got hot again. Holding her, who was covered in foam, he spread her legs and squeezed her around his waist before thrusting inside her. Gu Yan hated his incredible stamina. He clung to her like a koala, swallowing her huge member, her back against the cold wall, her body filled with his hot, enormous member. In the steamy bathroom, she whimpered with her mouth slightly open like a fish out of air.
After the two of them finished showering and changing clothes, they came downstairs to find dinner already on the table. Gu Yan looked at the delicious food on the table and suddenly felt very frustrated. Last night's dinner was a disaster, and she had been hungry all night until dawn.
During the day, Liang Feifan had the family cook prepare a bento box and send it to the hospital. Unfortunately, the smell of disinfectant made her lose her appetite, and she only ate a few bites before putting the rest aside. Tonight, the dishes are all her usual favorites, but she'll probably still not be able to eat them—after returning home, besides packing a few changes of clothes, she plans to talk to him about postponing the wedding.
"Why are you spacing out while eating?" Liang Feifan reached out and pinched her recently noticeably pointed chin, and lovingly added another bowl of soup for her.
Gu Yan took a sip and put the drink down. She figured she should talk to him now, while he seemed to be in a good mood. "Feifan—"
"—Hmm?—" He asked with a smile, reminding her of the issue of how to address him. Gu Yan couldn't help but laugh, putting down her spoon and reaching out to hook her hand around his, shaking it childishly and coquettishly, "Honey, can I talk to you about something?"
She had just been loved by him from head to toe, her face flushed, and she was acting coquettishly towards him, calling him "husband" in a sweet and charming way. Liang Feifan was filled with pride and doting affection. Everything was fine with her, even if her next words were about wanting the moon!
"I'm thinking...our wedding, um—could it be a little later?" Gu Yan asked in one go, taking advantage of his tender gaze.
Liang Feifan felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water, the chill reaching his very core. He realized that boasting really shouldn't be done, not even in one's inner thoughts.
Gu Yan knew something was wrong when she saw his slowly cooling gaze. Although she knew he would be unhappy, the pursed, cold lines of his lips still made her heart clench. She really didn't want to see him sad, but she had no choice. The hospital director's words yesterday had really frightened her: "You've gone to so much trouble to find medicine, and now that Dad's condition has finally shown some improvement, the surgery really can't be delayed. My sister and Dad are both so stubborn. They had a huge fight yesterday, and Dad even hit her... It's the first time he's ever hit her... She must be so heartbroken. I'm caught in the middle, it's so tiring. Feifan, can you support me this once?" She spoke pitifully, almost pleading, practically wagging her tail like a puppy—after all, she knew in her heart that doing so would hurt him.
Liang Feifan's warm expression gradually cooled, until finally, after a long silence, he pursed his lips, his voice stiff and strained, "Whose suggestion was it?" It certainly wasn't Gu Boyun; he would only ask to cancel the wedding. It definitely wasn't Gu Mingzhu; she supported them. It couldn't have been Gu Yan herself; she gets flustered and makes no sense. If someone hadn't pointed it out, she wouldn't have thought of this so quickly.
"Fang Yicheng, is it?" He felt that Fang Yicheng's invitation to her yesterday was related to this matter, but he had promised to be tolerant of her and give her freedom, so he restrained himself from interfering.
"Look, are you going to get angry again? We agreed not to argue about this anymore." Gu Yan quickly reminded him, and sure enough, Liang Feifan's stormy mood subsided by half.
“Fang Yicheng and I have already made things very clear, and he's let it go. Don't think about it anymore. Postponing the wedding was his suggestion, but it wasn't about you and me; he was concerned about Dad's condition. Besides, I think it's the most appropriate solution given the current situation. Feifan, we've been together for so long, why rush things, right? Whether we get married or not, we love each other.” Gu Yan sat down next to him, explaining softly, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze. Liang Feifan remained silent, clearly restraining himself. Hearing her last sentence, he paused slightly. Gu Yan patiently waited for him to think it through.
Liang Feifan's expression shifted between light and dark for a long time. He picked up his water glass, took a sip, calmed himself, and finally spoke, "I need to think about it. Gu Yan, you always say I don't trust you, and I know I have a bad temper. This matter... give me some time to think about it, and then we can talk, okay?"
Gu Yan nodded silently. Of all the possible reactions she had imagined he might have, this was the gentlest. She was touched. He hadn't flew into a rage; instead, he was willing to suppress his temper and think things through. This meant that what he had said that day wasn't just empty words. He had truly been changing, diligently controlling the distance between them, and he truly loved her with all his heart.