Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Nickname "Yang Dingtian
A pair of eyes brimming with emotion was set in her full, moon-like face. The corners of her eyes drooped slightly, like ink spreading on rice paper, exuding both majesty and a hidden tenderness.
As she emerged from the elevators, the arc of the Hermes silk scarf slipping from her collar was reminiscent of the scene in the 1986 adaptation of *Journey to the West* where the Queen of the Kingdom of Women lifts a beaded curtain.
She strode toward a Rolls-Royce Phantom, surrounded by a tight cordon of assistants and bodyguards.
Just as she ducked to get into the car, she suddenly turned and looked in Yang Hui’s direction.
She hesitated for a second, and the look she gave him as she raised her eyes seemed to hold a thousand emotions, enough to pull anyone into a vortex from which they could not escape.
A look like that could make a saintly monk snap his Buddhist beads.
She glanced at Liu Shasha again before getting into the car.
The rest of her entourage got into the following cars, and the motorcade slowly pulled away.
"So majestic, so beautiful!"
Liu Shasha couldn’t help but gasp. She was used to being called a beauty wherever she went, but compared to that woman, she felt like a common pheasant next to a phoenix.
Yang Hui finally saw her face, and she was even more beautiful than he had imagined. ’The strangest thing is,’ he thought, ’the moment I see her, I feel this uncontrollable, intense sense of familiarity.’
He wasn’t the type to be stunned by a pretty face; being handsome, he’d been popular with girls all through high school and college.
He had always believed he had a high enough immunity to beautiful women. Take Liu Shasha, for instance. He could handle her with ease, fool around, but invest no emotion whatsoever.
But that woman just now... she had made his heart stir with a powerful throb.
He gave a faint smile. ’Am I getting ahead of myself? A woman like that... am I in any position to even think about her right now?’
Even with his golden finger, he was still a long way from feeling like he had the world at his feet.
He still had a long road ahead. ’But maybe one day,’ he thought, ’I’ll reach her level. Or even surpass it.’
In the hallway of the Xinyue Hotel, the warm light, like diluted whiskey, made the curl of hair behind Liu Shasha’s ear gleam an amber color.
They hadn’t gone far. Right next to Xinyue Square was a five-star hotel owned by the Xinyue Group.
He got a business suite for 1,588 yuan. As he swiped the key card and opened the door, a cool blast from the central air conditioning washed over them.
Inside the room, Liu Shasha pretended to straighten her skirt, her fingertips creating a subtle rustle against the silk, like a cat scratching a sofa.
He walked up behind her, placing one palm on the small of her back. His other hand traced the high slit of her dress, feeling the smoothness and fullness beneath.
"I’ll go run a bath!"
She panted, every part of her body conquered and played with at will in his palms.
"Your skin is so fair!"
He whispered in her ear.
"You’re terrible... Go take a shower!"
With one arm around her waist and the other under her knees, he swept her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
Stripped of their gear, they were in their most primitive, most honest state.
Liu Shasha glanced down at his waist and her face went pale with shock.
"President Yang, you’re even bigger than a black guy!"
"Haha! Well, you’ll have to see if it’s all for show."
Liu Shasha pressed closer to him, giving his hands better access to her back. He seemed very interested in its curves.
"Miss Sasha, I welcome your expert appraisal."
Liu Shasha feigned fright, pointing to her cherry-red lips. "This humble temple of mine might not be able to accommodate such a great monk!"
Yang Hui smirked. "Don’t you have a few temples? We can just rotate."
She giggled, slowly sinking to her knees. "President Yang, you’re so wicked~!"
The steam on the frosted glass of the shower grew thicker and thicker, eventually swallowing all silhouettes...
An hour later, they emerged wrapped in bathrobes. Liu Shasha’s legs were still weak as she walked.
Yang Hui, leaning against the headboard, tossed her a bottle of mineral water from the nightstand.
"President Yang, you’re amazing. I think a certain great hero’s name would make a great nickname for you!"
All men love to be praised for their prowess. True or not, it satisfies their vanity.
"Which great hero?"
"Yang Dingtian~!"
"Haha!" Yang Hui ripped open her bathrobe. The skin beneath was even whiter than the robe itself. He reached out and began to play with her again.
After a moment, Liu Shasha sensed something was up. She turned her head to look.
’No way. It’s only been a little while!’
’This man was the total package—rich, handsome, and a beast in bed!’
"President Yang, wait a second!"
He stopped, watching as she, a vision of snow-white skin, got out of bed and bent over with her back to him. He’d had a close-up view of this exact scene for the last half hour, but they had been pressed too tightly together then.
Seeing it from a distance had its own unique charm.
She opened her tote bag and pulled out, of all things, her work uniform!
Yang Hui’s interest piqued. ’Now this is a woman who knows how to have fun!’
"President Yang, shall we move to the living room?"
He hopped off the bed. Only a fool would refuse an invitation like that!
Watching her slip on the uniform seemed like a redundant act, but its particular splendor could only be appreciated by those involved.
She propped her hands on the coffee table. "President Yang, doesn’t this look a little like the reception area at our sales office?"
That really set the scene. He smiled, walked over, and lifted her short skirt, finding nothing underneath.
SLAP! He smacked her ample bottom. "You’re not working hard enough. You need to be punished!"
She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes full of seduction. "President Yang... Yang Dingtian... I was wrong. Please, discipline me harshly..."
The two of them "played" in the hotel until 5:30 p.m.
Yang Hui got dressed and said to Liu Shasha, who was lying on the bed, too spent to move, "I’m leaving. You can rest here tonight."
"Sigh... a one-night stand is a fairy tale for adults. When the sun comes up, the magic is gone, and the glass slipper turns back into an invoice."
He just gave a faint smile, not responding to her words. Instead, he sent her a 10,000 yuan transfer via WeChat.
"I was very satisfied with your performance today. We should ’communicate’ again when we have time."
Liu Shasha didn’t stand on ceremony, accepting the transfer immediately. "President Yang," she said, "with a performance like that, I’d pay *you* ten thousand."
Yang Hui left without so much as a goodbye kiss. What a ruthless, fuck-and-run bastard.
Liu Shasha lay alone on the bed and kicked the covers off, as if in a silent protest against Yang Hui.
’With women, he gave money, not love. The line was drawn clearly and distinctly.’
The V6 engine of the Mercedes E-Class roared, conveying Yang Hui’s eagerness to get home.
He had ordered takeout for Wenren Du’Er that afternoon. Having a thirteen-year-old girl cook for herself at home every day gave him a sense of guilt.
He’d already sorted out her school transfer. Starting tomorrow, Wenren Du’Er would be studying in the honors class at No. 7 Middle School. The school was only 300 meters from their apartment complex, which would make her commute much easier.
And Yang Hui would finally be free from waking up early and worrying about picking her up after school.
Tomorrow would be a new beginning for both him and Wenren Du’Er.
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