After Breaking Up With the Scheming Bad Woman 64

Chapter 64: I Don’t Want to Let Go…

Because the distance was close enough, every word Huai Xing said could be accurately caught by Chu Wantang, and Huai Xing’s expression also accurately fell into Chu Wantang’s eyes.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and everything in the room was lifeless.

Chu Wantang’s mind was racing. She did not get angry and retort, nor did she give no reaction at all.

The shoulder strap on her right side was still in a state of slipping off. She turned around without any hesitation, only showing a slightly surprised expression, and said with a hint of apology, “So I misunderstood again. I thought you had agreed to me when you said you would wait until your period was over.” She seemed to ignore the coldness in Huai Xing’s words just now and paused for two seconds. “As for why you have to choose me, I have the following reasons.”

Huai Xing’s eyelids twitched as she watched her calm and unhurried appearance.

Chu Wantang was calm and composed. She began to raise her first index finger, her lips moving. “First, we have had three months of sexual experience. It was harmonious, intense, and pleasant. We have experienced it and know each other’s roots.”

She raised her middle finger without a trace of a blush. “Second, you don’t have to worry about my skills. In fact, the skills you once had were all taught by me and practiced on me. So far, you are my only student.”

Then came the ring finger. “Third, my figure is not bad, and I’m also open in bed. No matter what position, I can cooperate and make you very comfortable.”

“I think, for now, these three should be enough?”

At the end of her words, the end of her voice had a tendency to rise, and she slowly lowered her hand.

…Was this some kind of interview scene?

This question popped into Huai Xing’s mind at an inopportune time.

“Do I need to add more, interviewer?” Chu Wantang said, as if she had guessed her thoughts, and changed her form of address, her voice holding a smile.

Huai Xing came back to her senses and did not put away her expression. She stared at Chu Wantang’s face, only feeling that her understanding of Chu Wantang was still lacking. How could such a shameless, thick-skinned, and unscrupulous person give up so easily?

She fluttered her long lashes, her momentum not losing out, and her lips twitched. “President Chu, what you need to understand is that it’s already been five years. What do you mean by knowing each other’s roots?” She looked at Chu Wantang’s brown pupils. “You only have me as a student, but I won’t only have one teacher.”

The last sentence was hidden with infinite lethality.

No matter how calm Chu Wantang was, her face would still darken a little when she heard this. Her possessiveness and desire for control over Huai Xing were unknown to outsiders, but she, as the person involved, knew it very well.

The thought of “twin trees” made her feel as if ants were crawling all over her body. The thought of Huai Xing and Lu Zhenyue hugging at the airport also made her feel so upset that her blood was flowing backwards.

She didn’t even dare to think about more, about the intimacy between Huai Xing and others.

But at this moment, Huai Xing was telling her clearly that she was not her only teacher in this aspect.

Who else? Who else could there be?

Calm down… Chu Wantang.

She hinted to herself, quietly adjusted her breathing. Huai Xing was just joking with her.

“Then what do I have to do for you to agree?” Chu Wantang would certainly not let go of such an opportunity.

Now that Huai Xing did not admit her feelings for her, she could only start with desire.

Like a drowning person who had finally grabbed a vine on the shore, once she held on, no matter how big the flood, she would not give up.

Huai Xing leisurely returned to the sofa and sat down, looked up, and couldn’t help but ask, “I suppose President Chu has many choices. Why me?”

Chu Wantang was stunned on the spot. The atmosphere was at a stalemate for about half a minute before she resignedly said the four words, “I like you.”

“You like doing it with me?” Huai Xing said, crossing her legs, resting her right elbow on her knee, and propping her chin on her hand.

“No… not just that,” Chu Wantang said. Seeing that her tone had a sign of loosening, she immediately went over, stood in front of her, bent down, and repeated a little urgently, “Xingxing, I like you.”

Huai Xing’s eyes curved slightly. Because of Chu Wantang’s posture, she had to lift her head a little more.

She said, unmoved, “But I can’t tell which of your words are from the bottom of your heart.”

“Every word is true.”

“There’s no credibility, Chu Wantang,” Huai Xing said, but there was not a trace of regret on her face, as if she were just joking.

Chu Wantang looked at her like this, slowly knelt down, and looked at Huai Xing’s eyes. “Then what can I do to make you believe me?” She then said, “I know you’re angry. I’ll cooperate with whatever you want to do to vent your anger.”

“I’m not angry,” Huai Xing said, looking back at her calmly, her posture of propping her chin on her hand unchanged.

“You’re not? If you’re not, why did you settle the account with me with that bank card?”

“I just didn’t want to owe you for eating, drinking, and living at your place for free. Otherwise, I’m afraid you’d be saying that I still owe you a sum of money now, right?”

Hearing Huai Xing’s seemingly rhetorical but clearly certain words, Chu Wantang’s eyes unknowingly reddened a little.

Under the warm light, her long lashes were plated with gold silk.

She had counted her own sins in the past: deception, concealment, manipulation, cold violence…

She had done all of these to Huai Xing.

After their reunion, she had understood that Huai Xing’s actions were because she was very disappointed in her past self. But at this moment, she finally realized to what extent Huai Xing was disappointed in her—

Her sincere confession sounded fake to Huai Xing.

Then what else was real? It was ridiculous and helpless to think about. It seemed that only her insincerity, her hypocrisy, her mask, were real.

“Aren’t you curious?” she asked, blinking her somewhat moist long lashes.

Huai Xing: “Hmm?”

“The reason I treated you like that in the past.”

“I’m not curious,” Huai Xing said, looking at her directly and smiling lightly. “It’s nothing more than the grievances of the previous generation being passed down to the next.”

“My mother and Auntie Huai used to be…”

“Chu Wantang, I’m really not curious,” Huai Xing said, a hint of coldness on her lips. She leaned forward, and the distance between her and Chu Wantang suddenly shortened a lot. She said, word by word, “Because the facts are already so. For what you did in the past, I think I’ve already given you enough face, right? If you insist on pursuing it with me, it will only make you look more ridiculous. Do you understand that?”

She held Chu Wantang’s slender neck, not using any force. She stared at Chu Wantang’s eyes without blinking. “If your mother’s favorite child was really me, then what did I get from her? I’ve never even seen her.”

Huai Xing had not asked Wen Ruyu and Lu Xuerong about her mother and Chu Lingyi’s past. These were all her own guesses.

Because it was not too hard to guess.

Huai Zhao had pretended very well on the surface, looking as bright as spring, but in fact, her inside had long since withered like a flower.

When Huai Xing was a child, she didn’t really understand why her mother had made her learn the violin. She was clearly more interested in other instruments at the time, but under her mother’s insistence, she had only resisted at the beginning and then had learned it. But when she was playing the violin, whether it was unpleasant or pleasant, her mother would always be in a daze at the side, and would even shed tears.

Once, after she had finished playing, she had taken a piece of paper to wipe her mother’s tears and had asked with great concern what had happened.

Huai Zhao had hugged her and said that she was thinking of an old friend.

An old friend she would never see again in this lifetime.

Huai Xing had pressed her why they would not see each other again, but her mother had not said any more. She would still be in a daze and absent-minded the next time she played the violin, like a soulless shell.

Huai Xing had not asked again, and Huai Zhao had still done a lot of good deeds, looking full of life, and had received many banners of thanks at the law firm.

But it was such a person who seemed to bring hope to the world, but her heart was drowned in bitterness and had long since died.

Huai Xing couldn’t help but think that sometimes, figuring something out was just that simple.

If Chu Wantang hadn’t said she would give her a violin on the last night in Nancheng because she was begging for mercy, she probably would never have connected this matter. Even the thing she had understood the least before, she had suddenly figured it out—

Since she was a child, her mother would always take her to the law firm’s entrance at a specific time.

But even if she didn’t understand, she would still do as she was told. She would chase after the puppies on the side of the road, want the flowers that the aunties at the law firm had received, sit on the side of the road and recite Tang poems and Song lyrics, and play cat’s cradle with the classmates who passed by. She had grown up to be sixteen like this.

It turned out that it was for that auntie to see.

Because she was Huai Zhao’s daughter, she had received that auntie’s silent and invisible favoritism.

Over time, in Chu Wantang’s eyes, that auntie loved her more.

“I know…” Chu Wantang was already kneeling on the soft blanket at some point. A clear tear slid down from the corner of her eye, along the exquisite curve of her jaw, and smashed onto the back of Huai Xing’s hand.

The skin that had been touched by the tear turned a light pink, blending with the warm light of the table lamp, hazy like a smudge in a watercolor painting.

The tear seemed to create a ripple in the air. Her nasal voice was a little thick as she said, “I’m sorry, Huai Xing.”

More sincere than last time, and her chest was even more suffocated than last time.

Huai Xing’s lips were pressed together lightly, and she also slowly withdrew her hand. But Chu Wantang did not let her withdraw it and instead held her hand, saying a little urgently, “I don’t have that many choices. I just want to be chosen by you.”

“But I don’t want to,” she said, her voice without any warmth, but she did not struggle with her hand.

Chu Wantang’s nightgown was even looser, and the area of her exposed skin was getting larger and larger. She tilted her head back slightly, and the tears on her long lashes fell again, “patting” on Huai Xing’s hand.

Her vision was blurred by the warm yellow light and shadow, and she was a little choked up. “Then what else can I do?”

Huai Xing thought for a moment and pinched her chin. “Do you really have to be like this?”

“I don’t want to let go…” She had had enough of this feeling.

“Alright,” Huai Xing’s fingertips caressed her lips twice. “Since you also said that your skills are good, then I want to see if you’re also this good to yourself.”

“If you pass, I’ll consider it.”

Five minutes later, the lights in the room dimmed, echoing the thick night outside, leaving only the bedside lamp to illuminate the head of the bed.

The distance between the sofa and the bed was a bit far, but it was enough for Huai Xing to see everything clearly.

She sat in the center of the sofa, watching Chu Wantang under the light put on an eye mask, wipe her fingers, and then kneel down to untie the satin ribbon at her waist.

After the bow was removed, the shoulder straps on both sides also fell down.

Then, this exquisite and sensual nightgown, which had been carefully designed by Chu Wantang and was a limited edition on the market, was also taken off and fell to the side.

The woman’s long curly hair was scattered, and a few strands even ran to her collarbone and swayed playfully. She seemed to feel itchy and raised her hand to push them back with her fingertips.

Her body, which was even more beautiful than five years ago, completely fell into Huai Xing’s sight.

The bedside lamp only shone on the head of the bed. Even though Chu Wantang was wearing an eye mask, she could still feel it.

A pillow was placed behind her back to insulate her from the cold of the headboard.

The tears soaked the eye mask, and she was completely unaware, her mind only on the Huai Xing who was still sitting in front of her.

After a few seconds of mental preparation, she raised her hand and first placed it on top.

Her hand was like white porcelain, her fingertips pink.

She gently rubbed, twisted, and rolled on it.

Just the thought of Huai Xing watching made her bite her lip, and her breathing was a mess. It didn’t take much time at all.

She couldn’t help but reach down with one hand.

Very easily, she felt how much she missed Huai Xing.

Her legs knelt even wider on both sides.

Her arm lines were like waves at this moment, and she could no longer maintain a straight posture. Her long hair fell down due to gravity, but it couldn’t cover the curve of her flat abdomen.

Her strength was dissipating bit by bit.

“Xingxing…” Chu Wantang couldn’t help but call out in a low, hoarse voice, with a hint of a sob. “I miss you so much…”

Huai Xing looked at the scene in front of her, her whole body tense, unable to breathe.

The phone in her hand vibrated at this moment. She took some of her attention to reject the call, and then lowered her eyes to reply to Lu Xianyue’s WeChat: [I’ll be a little while longer.]

On the way here, she had still sent a message to Lu Xianyue.

To ask Lu Xianyue to pick her up at night.

Lu Xianyue: [Is everything not taken care of yet?]

Huai Xing: [Almost.]

After replying, she locked her phone, held it in her palm, and looked up again.

The woman on the bed had already been unable to stand the scene of Huai Xing watching her. Just the thought of it made her reaction even bigger.

Her breathing was heavy and short.

The speed of her hand was constantly increasing and getting heavier.

Even with the eye mask on, she seemed to be able to sense Huai Xing’s gaze. Her throat moved again and again, and she kept swallowing.

Before long, she was lost in her own palm.

But before she could take off the eye mask, a suit jacket was placed on her.

“That’s enough, Chu Wantang,” Huai Xing said softly.