Chapter 829: You Can’t Satisfy Me, And Won’t Let Others Satisfy Me?
It was Jiang Yeqing’s car.
Bo Chengcheng threw a glance at it and sneered.
This guy – he was really larger than life.
Bo Chengcheng floored the accelerator and sped towards home.
However, the moment she sped up, the luxury car behind her sped up as well, as though it was deliberately chasing after her.
Bo Chengcheng did not give a damn and sped ahead. All along the way, the traffic lights were in her favor, giving her a smooth and uninterrupted journey.
On the other hand, Jiang Yeqing was delayed by a red light, and in that time, the distance between the two cars grew so that he was left far behind.
When Bo Chengcheng finally got home, she tossed her keys onto the shoe cabinet in the foyer. Then, she threw her bag on the sofa and slowly loosened her clothes before walking towards the bathroom of the master bedroom.
As Bo Chengcheng showered, her mind wandered.
Yang Dawu’s voice rang in her head: It’s not a bad thing to marry him.
Everyone said the same.
Grandma said it, Aunty said it, and now, even Yang Dawu made the same remark.
They had all been fooled by Jiang Yeqing.
It was a huge illusion.
After the shower, Bo Chengcheng swept her wet hair over her shoulders and threw on her white coral flannel bathrobe.
As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, she noticed the strong smell of tobacco coming from the room.
Bo Chengcheng frowned and said angrily, “Do your smoking outside the house. Now the place stinks of smoke. It’s so damn disgusting.”
Jiang Yeqing was sitting on the bed with a cigarette in his mouth.
His silver-gray suit was left unbuttoned and he was not wearing a tie. The collar of his shirt was a little ruffled, as if he had been drinking. There was a faint smell of alcohol on him and his cheeks were slightly flushed.
The redness, from the tip of his ears to the base of his collarbone, was particularly noticeable.
The smoke rose in a spiral from the cigarette, he seemed to be in a daze as he narrowed his peach blossom eyes. A sudden smile appeared on his face when he heard those words.
Jiang Yeqing got onto his feet, took the cigarette out from between his lips, and walked towards her slowly.
Bo Chengcheng sized him up, at the same time she tried to walk around him.
Jiang Yeqing stood still and exhaled a long puff of smoke at her.
Just as Bo Chengcheng was about to walk past him, he reached out and grabbed her arm firmly.
He pulled her towards himself roughly and forcefully.
Bo Chengcheng stumbled and almost fell. She extended her arm to support herself against the door frame of the bathroom.
She looked up furiously. “Look at how drunk you are! Let go!”
Jiang Yeqing didn’t seem to be in the least affected by those angry words. Instead, he leaned forward and sniffed her body. Then, he yanked her roughly towards himself, closing the distance between them.
Narrowing his eyes in a smirk, he said faintly, “Why are you in such a hurry to wash yourself clean? What did you do with that Yang guy?”
His voice was hoarse from the alcohol and the words that came out of his mouth cut her like a knife.
Bo Chengcheng laughed and looked at him with cold contempt. “Why? You can’t satisfy me, and won’t let others satisfy me?”
Finally, Jiang Yeqing’s slovenly expression vanished. He turned icy as he shoved her forcefully onto the bed behind him.
The feeling of being suspended made Bo Chengcheng uncomfortable for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure and laid back down.
Like a wooden puppet that had gone limp, she could not find the will to resist at all.
Bo Chengcheng closed her eyes and resigned herself to fate. She loosened her bathrobe and said, “Hurry up then, I’d like to go to bed soon.”