Chapter 50: You Should Learn to Like It!

He had no patience to tangle with Fang Ziyue any longer; with a single motion, he drew Chu Lingshuang into his arms, his hand curled possessively over her shoulder as he asserted his claim, his eyes brimming with smug satisfaction as he gazed at her.

“So, can you get lost now?” Lin Feng sneered coldly, his eyes stripped of all emotion.

The sudden forceful tug startled Chu Lingshuang for an instant, but she quickly played along, her hand hooking onto his belt buckle. Her voice was gentle and coy, laced with a sultry charm, “When will you take care of me again? You didn’t satisfy me yesterday~”

Lin Feng shuddered violently, a tingling numbness spreading from his waist down!

In front of his ex-girlfriend, no less, he was actually aroused by Chu Lingshuang’s antics!

Damn it!

This devil of a woman—was she really that impatient?

Seizing the momentum, Lin Feng’s anger only flashed briefly in his eyes before he played along, tilting his head and lowering his voice with feigned tenderness, “Alright, darling, I’ll make sure you’re satisfied today!”

Such unrestrained intimacy, performed right before Fang Ziyue, nearly sent her into cardiac arrest from fury.

“You! You shameless pair!” she shouted, spewing words and spit in equal measure, like a shrew brawling in the marketplace.

Lin Feng was thoroughly disgusted.

How had he never realized before how revolting Fang Ziyue was?

He must have been blind—three years spent fawning over her, and now he wanted nothing more than to crack open his former skull to see what nonsense had filled it back then.

The insult hit home, igniting a dangerous spark in Chu Lingshuang’s eyes. The murderous intent within her could no longer be concealed. She stared at Fang Ziyue with a predatory, almost bloodthirsty gaze that made the other woman wilt instantly.

Yet Fang Ziyue could not swallow her indignation. She jabbed a finger at Lin Feng’s nose, hurling another threat: “Just you wait, Lin Feng. This isn’t over!”

With that, face flushed with rage, she stormed out without a backward glance.

As soon as the warehouse door closed, Lin Feng swiftly locked it again. His face returned to its cold, impassive mask as he pulled his arm free from Chu Lingshuang’s grasp.

He said coolly, “The performance is over, Miss Chu.”

The implication was clear: you can leave now.

But Chu Lingshuang was not so easily dismissed. The brief contact had already rekindled the fire she’d been suppressing for some time. She needed someone to extinguish it.

Arms folded, the curve of her lips hidden beneath her mask deepened into a wicked smile as she looked at Lin Feng. “Didn’t you just promise to satisfy me? What now—done playing and you refuse to acknowledge me?”

He’d only been joking, but she took it seriously?

Lin Feng pressed his thin lips together, his reply flat: “It was just an act. No need to take it seriously.”

“So, I’m just your stage partner now?”

Chu Lingshuang’s eyes remained fixed on him, her smile never reaching the cold depths within.

“You could see it that way,” Lin Feng answered indifferently. He added, “Wasn’t it you, Miss Chu, who set the stage for this performance?”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Chu Lingshuang stepped forward, her slender high heel tapping against the floor as she closed the distance, slowly but deliberately.

Lin Feng frowned and instinctively retreated.

But Chu Lingshuang advanced relentlessly, not giving him an inch.

Before he knew it, his lower back was pressed against Zhang Xiaonuan’s desk.

There was no escape.

Still, Chu Lingshuang seemed oblivious, continuing her measured approach until she was practically flush against him.

They were so close now that each could catch the unique scent of the other.

“What are you trying to do?” Lin Feng’s anger was at the breaking point.

Chu Lingshuang, however, was unhurried. She raised her hand, her long, pale-pink manicured nails tracing his belt.

Lin Feng inhaled sharply, ready to lose his temper, but she gave a gentle tug at his waist, causing him to lean forward involuntarily. He heard her next words, spoken with a teasing smile:

“You set the stage—shouldn’t the play reach its finale?”

Her voice was soft, enchanting to the core, laced with an almost hypnotic allure.

In that instant, Lin Feng felt his bones melt, yet he forced himself to remain calm. Regaining his composure, he barked, “This is a convenience store!”

There were people just outside!

Had Chu Lingshuang lost her mind, pulling these stunts in such a ramshackle, poorly soundproofed place?

“And so what?” she replied carelessly, her other hand already straying to his shirt collar.

The faint red marks on his neck, barely hidden, only stoked her inner fire.

Unable to endure it any longer, Lin Feng seized her wandering hand, gripping her wrist tightly. “Miss Chu, I suggest you calm down!”

Really, to do such things in the store—especially with Zhang Xiaonuan’s desk right behind him! At noon, Li Hao would be eating lunch at the next table. How could he ever face them again?

Chu Lingshuang leaned in, tilting her head to look up at Lin Feng’s restrained Adam’s apple.

As he spoke, the muscles in his throat tensed and moved, the Adam’s apple bobbing like a desperate fish leaping from the sea.

She couldn’t help herself; her tongue flicked over her lips.

With her hand gripping his collar, she pulled him down, and the next moment, her masked lips pressed against his throat.

Heat surged between them, and Lin Feng tensed all over.

He tried to push her away, but realized she had used her teeth.

Through the mask, she bit down on his Adam’s apple.

A sharp hiss escaped him as pain flared—his neck, barely healed, once again marked with a prominent red imprint, a clear bite mark.

Lin Feng instinctively shoved her away.

Chu Lingshuang’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She licked her lips, flashing a predatory smile. “Looks good.”

She admired her handiwork without the slightest shame.

Lin Feng ground his teeth, clutching his neck as he retrieved a small mirror from Zhang Xiaonuan’s desk and examined the mark.

The bite was clearly visible—just like what young lovers might leave behind...

He was furious. “You maniac! I finally don’t have to wear turtlenecks, and now this—are you insane?”

Yet Chu Lingshuang didn’t seem the least bit offended. She glanced at him, still smiling sweetly. “You should learn to like it.”

To enjoy everything she brought him, every experience.

Lin Feng knew reasoning with her was useless. He set down the mirror, his face turning cold as he snapped, “Had your fun? Then leave. I have work to do.”

With that, he moved to open the warehouse door.

He’d finally realized—Chu Lingshuang had worn a mask because she didn’t want to be seen. Since that was the case, he would do exactly the opposite.

He refused to let her toy with him any longer.

He was determined to see how Miss Chu, with her identity exposed, would handle the situation if someone recognized her.