usatvline Chapter 122 Music in My Ears, Revelry on the Grass
Chapter 122 Music in My Ears, Revelry on the Grass
Ning Yao sat on a grassy lakeside not far from the villa.
She didn't know how long Wen Tingye would need to handle his business. Qin Ma only told her to relax and take a walk, and that Wen Tingye would call her if he returned.
The Wen Family Villa is in a good location, nestled against the mountains and lake, with beautiful scenery. It is also not far from the city center, only about a 20-minute drive away.
Ning Yao took a deep breath, her nose filled with the scent of fresh grass. She opened the news on her phone and zoomed in on the photo of herself and Shen Haoxuan.
I thought to myself, what's wrong with these paparazzi? They made her body proportions look completely off in those photos...
With music playing in her ears, Ning Yao didn't hear anyone walking towards her. When someone picked her up from the ground, Ning Yao exclaimed in surprise and instinctively elbowed them in the back.
The man easily caught her attack, and with a quick twist, he pinned Ning Yao down on the grass and pressed down on her.
"Still have feelings for her, huh?" Wen Tingye's deep eyes were now filled with coldness as he looked at the woman beneath him, as if he would make her die a horrible death if she dared to admit it.
"Don't disgust me. You've rekindled your old flame with that scumbag Shen Haoxuan and you still have feelings for each other? Just thinking about it makes me want to throw up my dinner from last night." Ning Yao turned her face away in disgust. Perhaps because she thought of that disgusting scene, she actually opened her lips and made a slight gagging motion, feeling physically nauseous.
"You certainly have a lot of suitors. Even your ex-boyfriend from a few years ago has come looking for me." Wen Tingye still pinned Ning Yao down, using his body to restrain her and not allowing her to move.
"President Wen is no less impressive. Don't you know that you're the dream lover of young and mature women all over the world? And the eldest daughter of the Lian family is still infatuated with you, trying every means to please your mother and marry into the Wen family to become your young mistress." Ning Yao retorted sarcastically, her tone carrying a sourness she herself didn't realize.
Wen Tingye's mood suddenly improved as Ning Yao flattered him, and he felt a slight sense of joy rising within him. His eyes were filled with a smile as he looked down at the woman beneath him.
At this moment, Ning Yao's jet-black hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and her skin was as white as snow. Against the backdrop of the green grass, she looked especially ethereal and captivating.
Wen Tingye raised his hand and pulled Ning Yao closer to his waist, avoiding a grasshopper, before asking in a deep voice, "Are you jealous?"
Stimulated by Wen Tingye's words, Ning Yao realized that she might actually be a little bothered by the women around him. She turned her face away awkwardly, her ears turning red, biting her lip and remaining silent, looking stubbornly determined not to admit it no matter what.
Wen Tingye chuckled softly, then stretched out his slender fingers and turned Ning Yao's face to face him, so she could no longer hide.
The moment their lips met, Ning Yao was burned by Wen Tingye's heat. The heat traveled from her lips all the way to her earlobe and down to her neck. As the heat flowed, the woman's snow-white neck twitched slightly, and a soft moan escaped her throat involuntarily.
Ning Yao felt helpless; how come she was always completely under this man's thumb?
What was wrong with her? Why did she say something like that to be sarcastic?
Let Wen Tingye be a scumbag, whether he falls for a young girl or a young woman, what does it have to do with her?
Ning Yao did not struggle against the invasion and plundering, nor did she yield to it.
She lay there quietly beneath him, her gentle eyes devoid of emotion.
Displeased, Wen Tingye raised his clean, slender fingers and suddenly flicked them across Ning Yao's nose.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" The man's deep, magnetic voice rang out, but he said something that made the woman blush.
What does it mean to feel uncomfortable?
Ning Yao rolled her eyes and raised her foot to kick the scoundrel on top of her.
Wen Tingye smiled and grabbed her ankle, gently applying pressure with his palm to prevent Ning Yao from breaking free, but without hurting her.
He didn't have much experience in this area; the few times he had done it were with Ning Yao, and he acted entirely on instinct, adjusting his strength based on Ning Yao's expressions.
He only slept with Ning Yao, but what about Ning Yao?
Thinking of this, Wen Tingye felt uneasy. He forced Ning Yao to look at him, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Have you slept with him?"
Given his status as her ex-boyfriend, and considering Ning Yao's bold personality, she would definitely do whatever she wanted and wouldn't follow any rules.
Ning Yao frowned and shook her head. She and Shen Haoxuan had barely even held hands, let alone kissed or slept together.
"Really?" Wen Tingye asked again, this time softening his grip on Ning Yao's hand.
"Why would I lie to you? I've never even kissed him. Maybe it's because I was too reserved when we were dating that he got frustrated and turned around and got all hot and bothered with Ning Man in bed." Ning Yao explained irritably. It wasn't that she was afraid Wen Tingye would misunderstand; she just didn't want to be associated with that man, Shen Haoxuan, anymore.
Wen Tingye lay down on the grass next to Ning Yao, one arm still tightly encircling her, while the other hand took out his phone and dialed a number.
Ning Yao only heard a deep voice in her ear instructing, "Leave his left leg."
After a brief sentence, Wen Tingye hung up the phone, casually tossed it aside, and bit Ning Yao's earlobe.
Stimulated by the man's hot breath and the sensation of his teeth rubbing against her, Ning Yao suddenly shivered.
"What do you mean, leave his left leg for him?"
"Anyone who touches my woman should expect to pay the price."
Is this still the same cunning man she knew?
When has he ever used such direct methods to punish someone?
Ning Yao was only distracted for a moment before Wen Tingye's actions pulled her back to reality. The man's hand had already slipped under the hem of her clothes and started to playfully tease her.
Ning Yao quickly grabbed Wen Tingye's hand to stop him from continuing.
"We still need to pick up the kids from the old house, so stop making a fuss."
"It won't cause any delay, we'll just drive faster later..."
Wen Tingye wouldn't allow Ning Yao to resist. He controlled Ning Yao with one hand, pulled her arm up above her head, and began to linger his thin lips on her neck, his tongue lightly sweeping across her skin, subtly arousing Ning Yao's interest.
Ning Yao was furious. She raised her hand and pressed it against Wen Tingye's shoulder, her fox-like eyes filled with anger.
"Why is all you can think about is doing these things!"
"If men and women don't do these things, what else can they do?" Wen Tingye replied to Ning Yao in a hoarse voice, his hands not stopping as he spoke.
Ning Yao was speechless at Wen Tingye's self-righteousness, so she raised her fist and punched him twice.
But to Wen Tingye, that amount of force was like a tickle; his muscles were incredibly tough.
With Ning Yao's half-hearted resistance, Wen Tingye finally got to taste the world's finest delicacies on the lawn outside his own villa...
Wen Tingye carried the exhausted Ning Yao back to the villa. The maids stared wide-eyed when they saw their young master return with Miss Ning Yao.
Where did you find Miss Ning Yao, young master?
Miss Ning Yao looks very tired; both of them have bits of grass stuck to their clothes and pants…
Only Qin Ma looked knowing. She deliberately put on a stern face and sent away the stunned maids, telling them to go to the kitchen and instruct the cook to prepare lunch for the young master and Miss Ning Yao.