The Thrill of a Kiss

l.Jiang Po-lang's face flushed crimson again, his lips moving as if he wanted to speak. Thinking of the unintentionally witnessed beauty just now, he didn't dare to say it out loud, nor did he want to...At the dinner table, it's nothing more than toasting and receiving toasts. After a few glasses of wine, in between laughter, only oneself can truly know the taste within, whether it's bitter or sweet.

When Rong Ling came down from the table, it was already late. Today, he felt inexplicably bored. Looking at the faces around the table, some familiar, some newly acquainted, they all seemed indistinct, or rather, ugly, in the haze of smoke. Usually, he enjoyed watching these people put on a show to please him, but today, he simply had no interest. In one gulp, he drained the white wine in front of him and stood up.

That's it, I'm leaving!

As soon as he stood up, everyone else at the table followed suit. Tonight's feast was in his honor. Since he didn't want to continue drinking, it naturally signaled the end of the party.

"Mr. Rong, are you leaving already" one person chuckled.

Rong Ling glanced at the man, took the suit jacket he offered, put it on, and walked out without a word. Naturally, other businessmen who were eager to please had already opened the door to his private room.

Rong Ling walked gracefully, like a tiger surveying its territory, confidently leading the way ahead of everyone else. The others dressed themselves carefully and followed behind him with bated breath.

"Zui Sheng Meng Si" club where Rong Ling is currently located is the largest and most well-equipped in J province. It includes dining, accommodation, meeting rooms, KTV private rooms, saunas, gyms, and so on. In short, everything from eating, drinking, playing, to even working can be done here.

This private room, where this group of people was located, is the presidential suite here. It's highly confidential and no one else is allowed to enter without permission. Even the hallway outside the room is very quiet, perfectly befitting the high standard of treatment given to a president.

When Rong Ling opened the door to the private room, the hallway remained silent and dimly lit. The subdued lighting ensured privacy while also hinting at a sense of extravagance. He stepped out of the room and turned around, but suddenly stopped in his tracks, stunned.

The dim lighting, tinged with the yellowed hues of the 1970s and 80s, cast the figures in a haze. On this ghostly path, seemingly leading into the past, stood a woman, one who seemed to have stepped out of a painting.

Her face, as white as jade, with a hint of alluring red, was truly the "white skin with rosy glow" as described in ancient times. It was so natural and uncontrived. Her face wasn't large, it was an oval shape, nestled within cascading black hair like a waterfall. The whiteness was pure white, and the blackness was pitch black, the stark contrast making her appear alluringly enchanting, almost like a mythical creature.

She lowered her eyes, unable to see them clearly. All one could make out was her long, beautiful eyelashes, like a fine comb. They fluttered, resembling the wings of butterflies as they danced delicately, as if afraid of disturbing anyone, beating softly up and down. Her nose, like her flawless white porcelain face, was small and pert, an astonishingly perfect feature. Below it, her tender pink lips, without any lipstick, were still crimson, juicy, and alluring, more vibrant than the cherries in season.

Rong Ling found that his body seemed to be getting hot. He knew that this was not just because of the alcohol he had drunk. He knew his own alcohol tolerance; he wasn't drunk!

The woman was not very tall, standing at around 1.63 meters, while the man beside her was over 1.8 meters, almost reaching 1.9 meters. Looking at her, one could only reach his chest. She was wearing a white shirt on top and a floral sky blue short skirt on the bottom. She looked fresh and charming. She still kept her head down, her two hands, which were as slender as jade, entangled nervously, seemingly anxious about something, but it was unclear what she was nervous about!

It seemed she felt herself being stared at intently, the woman slowly lifted her head.

Rong Ling's body shook violently, and her eyes widened uncontrollably.

What a pair of pitiful eyes, misty and hazy like two ancient wells that have existed for thousands of years. They are dark and deep, so profound that they almost make you drunk on their blackness.

Meeting his gaze, she suddenly felt flustered. Her delicate lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to cry out but no sound came. This added a touch of allure, making her seem even more desirable, tempting one to kiss those sweet little lips and taste her sweetness.

Her eyes darted about helplessly, like a frightened fawn, unsure of what to do, yet unable to move.

Rong Ling's mouth twitched upwards, a slow and subtle curve. It had been a long time since he had seen such an outstanding prey! But she looked so small... She wouldn't be underage, would she...

His pause drew the attention of those behind him. They curiously craned their necks to see what had captivated the usually taciturn and aloof Mr. Rong's attention. At this moment, a man hurriedly stuck his head out too. Upon seeing the woman, his heart leaped with joy. Glancing at Rong Ling who had stopped for her, he couldn't help but beam.

A middle-aged man boldly squeezed his way out and took a few steps to stand before the young girl. He grinned and reached out to take her hand. “Meng Meng, why are you standing here foolishly Come meet Rongzong!”

Without a word, the middle-aged man pulled Lin Meng forward a few steps and shoved her forcefully in front of Rong Ling. Lin Meng was increasingly at a loss, her inner panic manifesting as her body trembled uncontrollably. With one forceful push from the middle-aged man, she lost her balance and stumbled forward.

"Ah—"

She gasped, her narrow eyes, which had been half-closed, widened in surprise because she had just landed right in the arms of the man who had been looking at her moments before.

Before Rong Ling could reach out to help her, she had already jumped up like a startled rabbit, pushing against his chest and stammering apologies: "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

Her voice was exceptionally pleasant, like the chirping of a small bird, pleasing to the ears. She lowered her head, revealing a sliver of fair skin on her neck, resembling a lotus root, very white and tender, as if faintly blooming with fragrance. He discovered that her neck, as well as the back below it, were as white as her face, with an alluring tenderness!

The middle-aged man, seeing this scene that was both unexpected and more perfect than he had imagined, a smile played on his lips. He apologized to Rong Ling with feigned regret: "Rong Zong, I'm sorry. My daughter is just like that, she gets nervous when meeting new people. You are magnanimous, please don't take it to heart!"

"No!" Rong Ling immediately replied, his voice soft. He was afraid of scaring this woman who seemed like a lost fawn. He also felt that his mood had inexplicably improved, it should be because of this woman who had suddenly bumped into his arms!

Lin Meng suddenly raised her head, looking at him in surprise!

"He's the one! Wow, he's so young! He doesn't look over thirty!"

She stood right in front of him, their faces only an inch apart. This allowed them to see each other clearly.

She stared at him with her misty eyes, looking so pitiful that tears were about to fall. Only then did he realize that her eyes were very long and narrow, so that when her eyelashes fluttered, they gave her eyes a captivatingly enchanting quality. It reminded him of the stories of down-on-their-luck scholars who often encountered seductive fox spirits!

Some innocent yet unknowingly flirtatious black eyes, a face as white as jade, lips lightly bitten with an air of unspoken words, floating among ink-like hair, the expression in Rong Ling's eyes at this moment reminded him of three words - Xi Sheng Xiang!

With a blend of purity and allure, this woman would have undoubtedly been cherished and protected in ancient times. As a young girl, she would have been kept hidden away in the depths of her home, unseen by others. Even after marriage, she would have remained secluded within the confines of her household. But in this world driven by materialism and desire, I fear she would be devoured alive!

The middle-aged man, Lin Bao, was extremely pleased with Rong Ling's gaze and attention towards Lin Meng. He laughed and said, "Rong總, you're new to this place. Let your little daughter, Mengmeng, accompany you for a stroll. She knows this area very well..."

Saying that, Lin Bao pushed Lin Meng forward again, pushing her into Rong Ling's arms. The meaning contained in this was already self-evident. Lin Meng trembled even more violently, her delicate lips trembling slightly as well, like two low weeping flowers on a rainy night, pitiful and cute.

Rong Ling glanced at Lin Bao, easily receiving the message he wanted to convey from his obsequious smile and eager eyes. This Lin Bao wanted to take orders from him! His company, Yadong Group, was going to develop the market in City J, setting up a base, and with the ambitious construction plans, Lin Bao, as a contractor, would definitely be looking to profit. And this woman, oh no, should I say girl Was she Lin Bao's biological daughter A gift to seal the deal on business. Sending women was common practice in the business world, nothing new. But this woman, or rather girl, could actually be his daughter

"What's your name!" he asked.

His voice was deep and mellow, like aged wine, easy to get lost in.

Lin Meng licked her red lips, suppressing the panic in her heart, and replied in a small voice: "Lin Meng, Shuangmu Forest, the dream of beauty!"

He smiled silently, it was a very cute introduction.

"Your daughter is so cute!" he said to Lin Bao with a smirk.

Lin Bao's face instantly flushed red, and he let out a hearty laugh.

Rong Ling walked out, Lin Bao hurriedly pushed Lin Meng. Lin Meng was stunned and didn't know what to do! Lin Bao glared at Lin Meng secretly, puckered his lips, and pointed at Rong Ling who had already left. Lin Meng let out a low "ah", as if waking up from a dream, and hurried after him in small steps.

Listening to the faint footsteps behind him, Rong Ling's lips curled up again. His eyes, hidden under the dim light, gleamed with an eerie brilliance against his sharp, imposing face. There, lurked a beast, always ready to break free!

The rest of them, they never caught up. Everyone knew what kind of girl was following after them!

Rong Ling walked out of the club. A black limousine slowly stopped in front of him. Ji Zhong's subordinate got out of the car and opened the door for him. He got in, and his subordinate instinctively wanted to close the door, but he saw his hand pushing it outward. His subordinate was startled and immediately retracted his hand, respectfully standing by the car door and casting his gaze back at the entrance of the club.

I saw a girl, a beautiful girl, so stunning that she seemed to have stepped out of old Shanghai in the 1960s and 70s. She radiated an elegant and reserved air, a fallen nobility if you will. Ding Zhong's heart skipped a beat, he instantly stiffened, keeping his eyes downcast and his mind focused, driving away any romantic thoughts, collecting himself, waiting patiently for Lin Meng's arrival.

Just now, without realizing it, Lin Meng had fallen behind Rong Ling again.

She hesitated, taking small steps toward him. The man in the car sat leisurely, not even looking at her. Just his profile was astonishingly handsome, not the kind of superficial beauty, but an inner and outer, mature to the extreme, compellingly handsome. This was the Rong總 her father had mentioned, the person she was going to... accompany... He was too handsome, beyond her expectations. But his sword-like eyebrows, deep and enchanting eyes, and beautiful thin lips couldn't dispel the unease in her heart!

She was so afraid...

So afraid was she, she truly wanted to turn around and run, like a wild horse, swiftly disappearing.

Perhaps...father...

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Hesitantly and nervously, she still walked closer, until she was less than half a meter away from him. The car door opened for her, but the man still didn't turn to look at her. He stared straight ahead, seeming to be looking at something, or perhaps seeing nothing at all. His high nose bridge made him appear somewhat introverted and cold. He was like a leisurely overlord, facing the offered female slave, he didn't even glance at her, as if he wasn't interested at all. He seemed to have given the female slave a choice, but in reality, she had no choice but to choose him!

She bit her lip, let out a soft sigh, and bent down to slip into the luxurious car. As she settled in, one leg was still outside the vehicle when he yanked it forcefully inside. In the blink of an eye, she found herself inexplicably pinned beneath him.

"Bang!"

That's the sound of a car door closing.

His slender fingers immediately caressed her lips, rolling them heavily. He smiled, pulling open his thin lips that hinted at wild beauty. His white teeth moved slightly, and his deep voice, like ice, collided with her abruptly.

"Once you get on this bus, there's no turning back!"

His eyes were deep, dark, and luminous. The animal desire within them was no longer concealed!

She lowered her eyes in astonishment, trembling slightly. Her long, narrow pupils hid jet-black eyes that darted about in confusion, captivating him completely.

Has anyone ever said that you're beautiful like a fairy

Her body trembled violently, her red lips parting slightly before she could even utter a response. He had already leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against hers. He held her captive in that kiss, motionless. Her trembling intensified, like a maiden's innocence exposed. Her eyes were completely closed, but one could still see the frantic rolling of her pupils beneath those delicate eyelids.

Is she scared!

Rong Ling smiled softly, the tremor from her smile traveling to her lips through their connected touch, causing them to tremble as well. Her soft lips brushed against his. So tender, so delicate, so adorable!

Rong Ling thought pleasantly: Let's see what Lin Bao sent him! Perhaps a cute little deer, or maybe, a demonized butterfly fairy!

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