readytorunbook Chapter 141 You Belong Only to Me
Chapter 141 You Belong Only to Me
Su Yingxue's words seemed to ignite a flame in Tan Zhengchu's heart.
His lips curled up, revealing a smile that could launch a thousand ships.
Like spring flowers in full bloom, so dazzling that one cannot look away.
The next second, he leaned down and pressed his lips urgently against Su Yingxue's.
Their lips pressed tightly together, passionate and lingering, as if they wanted to pour all the longing they had felt over the past few days into this kiss.
But this sweetness didn't last long; Tan Zhengchu's jealousy and displeasure suddenly surged up.
His hands unconsciously tightened, and he didn't control the force well.
With a "ripping" sound, a corner of Su Yingxue's skirt was torn.
Su Yingxue's eyes widened in astonishment, and she blurted out, "What are you doing?"
Tan Zhengchu frowned, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust, and he gritted his teeth as he said, "You are not allowed to wear any clothes that he has touched."
After saying that, he walked a few steps to the sofa, picked up a brand new dress that had been prepared beforehand, and handed it to Su Yingxue.
His meticulous yet domineering demeanor revealed his possessiveness and concern for Su Yingxue.
Su Yingxue blinked, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
He stretched out the hand that Zhao Da Kuang had been holding, shook it, and teased, "So, are you going to replace this hand that someone else has been holding?"
Tan Zhengchu raised an eyebrow, and without saying a word, took her hand.
A series of gentle kisses landed on the back of her fair hand, like a stamp, leaving a mark that belonged only to her, and she declared in a muffled voice: "Now, you belong only to me."
Su Yingxue's eyes widened, her face full of confusion.
She forcefully pulled her hand away from Tan Zhengchu's grip, which was causing her pain. Her brows furrowed, and she scolded him, "What's wrong with you today? Not only did you tear my skirt, but you also squeezed my hand so hard. What are you trying to do?"
Tan Zhengchu seemed not to hear her complaints, his gaze fixed on her hands.
The gaze was as if he were staring at his beloved, and the next second, he lowered his head.
He placed a series of delicate kisses on the back of her hand, his tongue lightly licking her slightly cool skin.
Then he raised his eyes, his gaze cold, and said, word by word, "Yingxue, remember, from head to toe, from beginning to end, you belong only to me."
After saying that, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her closer with a little force.
The two were almost nose to nose. Tan Zhengchu lowered his voice, revealing an undeniable authority: "After we leave this lounge, don't let Zhao Dakang get near you even a hair's breadth, understand? If he dares to lay a hand on you, I won't let him off!"
Su Yingxue was so intimidated by his imposing aura that she nodded subconsciously.
After Tan Zhengchu released her grip, Su Yingxue stepped back slightly, leaned against the table, and lowered her eyes, lost in thought.
After a moment, she bit her lower lip and wondered to herself: Had she been too cowardly before? Letting Zhao Da Kuang manipulate her like that, if she had been more assertive from the beginning, he might not have been able to threaten her and Xiao Qi.
Thinking of this, she looked up at Tan Zhengchu.
He was like a towering mountain at that moment; just his presence gave her a surge of courage.
Just then, a rapid knocking broke the silence inside the house.
The third brother's voice rang out from outside the door: "Boss, the Prime Minister of Myanmar has sent someone to tell you that he wants to see you immediately!"
Tan Zhengchu's brows furrowed instantly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
He turned to look at Su Yingxue, his eyes filled with apology and reluctance.
He strode to the door, opened it, whispered a few instructions to his third brother, and then turned back.
Then he cupped Su Yingxue's face in his hands and said softly, "Yingxue, I have to go first. Don't worry, I'll come and pick you up as soon as I'm done."
Su Yingxue opened her mouth, intending to ask him about the plans.
His expression was serious, and he swallowed back the words that were about to come out.
Tan Zhengchu seemed to see through her thoughts and pinched her cheek reassuringly.
As he turned to leave, he suddenly stopped and pulled Su Yingxue into his arms.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely, his tongue forcefully probing in, stealing her breath, before finally releasing her after a long while.
Before Su Yingxue could recover her senses...
He turned his head and bit her fair neck hard, leaving a conspicuous hickey, as if stamping a declaration of his ownership.
Then, he straightened his collar and strode towards the door, his figure nimble and efficient.
His every move exuded power, and he vanished from Su Yingxue's sight in an instant.
The door closed slowly behind me.
Su Yingxue raised her hand and gently touched the mark on her neck, her heart filled with worry.
She knew all too well that Myanmar was Zhao Da Kuang's territory.
If Tan Zhengchu were to clash with Zhao Dakang during his meeting with the Premier, he might find himself at a disadvantage.
The more he thought about it, the more uncertain he felt. He could only pace back and forth in the lounge, silently praying that Tan Zhengchu would be safe and sound.
Su Yingxue tiptoed into the bathroom, locked the door behind her, and shut out the outside world.
She couldn't wait to pick up the white floor-length gauze dress that Tan Zhengchu had prepared. It was soft and smooth to the touch, like flowing moonlight.
She quickly shed her old black dress, as if peeling away a painful past.
I casually tossed it into the trash can, and with a "clatter," it seemed to announce its rebirth.
Standing in front of the mirror, Su Yingxue carefully examined her completely transformed self.
Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment from the previous beauty, like peach blossoms in full bloom in spring.
Her eyes and brows unconsciously exuded charm, revealing a hint of sweetness.
A slight smile played on her lips, her heart filled with joy.
She secretly thought that when she was with Tan Zhengchu, she felt as if she had been infused with endless vitality, making her uniquely charming.
Lost in his own world, his gaze fell upon his neck, where a striking hickey caught his eye.
She paused for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and scoffed, "This Tan Zhengchu is definitely doing this on purpose!"
In order to avoid being discovered by Zhao Da Kuang, Su Yingxue hurriedly unzipped her handbag.
He frantically searched inside, muttering to himself, "Where's the loose powder? Where's the loose powder...?"
Finally, my fingertips touched that familiar little box.
She was overjoyed, quickly opened the package, dipped it in some loose powder, and carefully applied it to the hickeys, layer after layer.
But the hickey, like that of a mischievous child, is still faintly visible.
Su Yingxue stared at herself in the mirror for a long time, then sighed helplessly, but felt inexplicably relieved.
Oh well, I don't dislike the mark anyway, so I might as well stop hiding it.
Su Yingxue took a deep breath to calm herself down and reached out to open the door to the lounge.
With a creak, the door opened.
They looked up and met Zhao Da Kuang's suspicious eyes, and both of them were taken aback.
Zhao Dakang was the first to come to his senses, his brows furrowed, and he questioned, "Why did it take you so long to go to the bathroom? Also, your clothes... the color is wrong, wasn't it supposed to be black?"
At this point, his eyes suddenly changed, revealing a hint of anger, and his voice turned colder: "Did you change your clothes?"
Su Yingxue's heart skipped a beat.
He remained calm and composed, raising his chin and explaining unhurriedly, "I bumped into a waiter in the hallway and spilled my drink all over myself. My clothes got so dirty I couldn't wear them anymore, so I changed into new ones. What's the big deal?"