Chapter 316: Chapter 316

Zhao Meimei leaned into Shi Yang’s embrace and felt him gently squeeze her waist. She didn’t flinch, burped, and said with a smile, "I can’t handle my alcohol, feeling a bit tipsy."

Shi Yang wrapped his arm around Zhao Meimei as they walked back, and Zhang Jiahui, trailing alongside, made small talk: "How much did you drink exactly? Do you feel like throwing up? If you have a headache, it might help to throw up."

Zhao Meimei snorted lightly through her nose: "I can’t throw up, I have to hold it in."

Zhang Jiahui was taken aback: "Why hold it in?"

Zhao Meimei chuckled: "I’m just afraid I’ll disgust you."

Zhang Jiahui hurriedly said, "It’s okay, okay, should I go with you to the restroom then?"

Zhao Meimei waved her hand: "Thanks, teacher. If you aren’t disgusted, I am. That’s just how my heart naturally is."

Zhang Jiahui: "....."

Unintentionally, Zhang Jiahui noticed Zhao Meimei’s waving hand, on which a brightly shining ring adorned her middle finger. Under the bathroom door’s light, the ring gleamed, looking somewhat like the one Shi Yang was wearing earlier.....

After the gathering, Shi Yang made sure everyone was settled and headed home. He saw Qu Chaozong and Wang Tianyu were still sober enough, so he entrusted the drunken Zhao Wendada to them.

Leaving the restaurant, Shi Yang drove Zhao Meimei home. The suburban roads were empty, and Shi Yang floored the gas, leaving the bus behind, speeding all the way home.

Once parked, as they headed home, Shi Yang reached to wrap Zhao Meimei’s waist, hoping to appease her, but she defiantly shook him off.

Shi Yang glanced at her pouty lips with a mix of amusement and helplessness. She was really upset.

Shi Yang tried to hold her again, but she shook him off once more. This time, he cheekily smacked her butt and gave it a playful pinch. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by noveⅼfire.net

She stumbled a bit but didn’t shake him off again. Her face flushed as she turned away, her eyelids lifting slightly, huffing.

Shi Yang asked gently, "What’s wrong? Are you truly upset?"

Zhao Meimei replied coolly, "No, I’m not upset! Why would I be?"

Seeing Zhao Meimei’s jealous demeanor, Shi Yang’s heart softened, and he pulled her into his arms, affectionately rubbing her face, met with obvious resistance from Zhao Meimei.

"Upset with me?" Shi Yang continued, "Displeased because I chatted with other women?"

Already somewhat jealous, Zhao Meimei’s emotions erupted into a turbulent sea of jealousy after Shi Yang’s words.

Zhao Meimei stayed silent, marching home grumpily.

Upon entering, Shi Yang pinned Zhao Meimei against the door for a kiss.

Shi Yang’s big hand ventured under Zhao Meimei’s shirt.

Zhao Meimei resisted, her voice and scent sharp with jealousy: "Stop touching me!"

Shi Yang lifted his head, his hands still busy, feigning ignorance: "Why can’t I touch?"

Zhao Meimei retorted with biting sarcasm: "You flirted with your first love at the restroom entrance, don’t mind the stench?"

Shi Yang forcefully embraced Zhao Meimei’s resistant body and said steadily, "I purely bumped into her; what first love? Don’t say nonsense!"

"I heard everything!" Zhao Meimei objected relentlessly, "She even discussed why you broke up! You lie to me, calling me your first love! You’re a big liar!"

Shi Yang felt helpless; he didn’t think he’d done anything wrong, yet seeing Zhao Meimei’s eyes, he felt like he had, which was incredibly frustrating!

He leaned down to kiss her forehead and said, "How could she be my first love? You forget that during my freshman year, you slept with me, groped me. What, using me then pretending nothing happened?"

Zhao Meimei just stared at him, remaining silent.

Shi Yang pressed her head against his chest: "There’s nothing going on with her. She mentioned a friend wanting to start a mother-baby store business, planning to visit my company. That’s why I left my contact info; otherwise, I wouldn’t even give her my number."

Zhao Meimei looked at him sideways: "You dated in high school? Had relations with her? Was your first kiss with me? Did you kiss her too?"

Shi Yang teased with a sultry voice: "I’ve only kissed you; none of them are as nice to kiss as you—soft lips, smooth skin. I’ve only been in bed with you; you’re my first woman. You must take responsibility for me."

Zhao Meimei lifted her eyelids, digging up old grievances: "What did you do with her? Held hands? Hugged or wrapped arms? Touched her? And who else have you been good with besides her?"

Shi Yang realized Zhao Meimei was too deep in her jealousy to reason with. Since explaining was futile, he stopped bothering and took direct action.

Shi Yang kissed Zhao Meimei, silencing her relentless inquiries, hands busy undressing her, only pulling apart pants, vigorously engaging with Zhao Meimei’s body, letting sensations wash over them.

Zhao Meimei hadn’t yet recovered, caught in Shi Yang’s rhythmic embrace, her whole body trembling like an electric generator.

Shi Yang pushed deeper, asking: "Who am I to you?"

Zhao Meimei instantly cried: "Brother, no, husband....."

Shi Yang: "Still going to act petty with me?"

Zhao Meimei cried out: "No more....."

Shi Yang’s seductive whisper coaxed softly: "Then beg me to let you off."

Zhao Meimei: "Beg..... Beg you....."

Shi Yang hummed softly: "Beg me what?"

Zhao Meimei, amidst tears: "Beg..... Beg you, let me go."

Shi Yang’s breath fluttered, contradicting his gentle tone, almost pressing Zhao Meimei directly out of the door. Zhao Meimei, overwhelmed by emotions and indescribable feelings, continued to cry aloud.....

By the latter half of the night, Zhao Meimei had fully calmed down, no longer jealous or asking questions, nor throwing tantrums. She lay obediently draped over Shi Yang, her eyes moist.

Shi Yang kissed her face and said, "You’re the only one in my heart, now and always. When I was with her, I hadn’t realized I loved you. Besides, I never loved her; I was just curious at the time. In my life, you’re the only one I’ve truly loved; you’re my darling Da Bao. I don’t want anyone else; it’s you I adore."

Zhao Meimei opened her sweat-damp eyes, glancing at him: "Really?"

Zhao Meimei asked: "Would you call her back immediately if she texted?"

"No, I wouldn’t even pick up her call. I’m just more keen to talk and text you."

Zhao Meimei smiled with her mouth tilted: "You truly value me like that?"

Shi Yang pinched her chin, his lips meeting hers: "Really."

Zhao Meimei’s eyes curved, her voice soft: "Me too, I adore you the most."