Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards-Chapter 548 - 241 Opportunities and Fastballs

By the time Yan Mengqing had finished washing up and walked out in her silk nightgown, assisted by the suite’s aide, what she saw was a sculpture frozen and stern, shrouded in the shadows by the window.

The living room lights were off, and the stars and neon outside only illuminated a small patchwork of light. Su Huai sat on the sofa against this scattered radiance, his well-defined face carved by swathes of shadows into silent peaks and the cliffs and rivers of terrains.

Oh my God!

What is this deadly atmosphere?!

Yan Mengqing screamed frantically in her mind, her body turning to mush under the sexual tension encapsulated in this scene.

This moment, all the fantasies about top-tier, super-domineering CEO T0-level sexy male idols flooded her mind, giving physical form to her fleeting aspirations.

Lights flickered, shadows loomed, contrasts framed, the incomplete beauty like a painting.

Simply by looking at Su Huai’s hand resting nearby, Yan Mengqing felt her heart flutter uncontrollably.

Those long fingers, distinct in their knuckles, naturally splayed in the dim light, likening them to jade carvings was not an exaggeration. A rather perverse thought flashed in her mind: she wanted to lick them, even take them into her mouth and suck hard...

Just the thought made her a little dizzy.

After the caring aide tactfully withdrew, Yan Mengqing nervously straightened her hemline, crossed her legs slightly, and slowly shuffled towards Su Huai.

Her seductive stance accentuated the sway of her hips, her long, white legs peeking out from the slits in her nightgown, fleeting and glimpsed. Though she wasn’t very voluptuous, her figure was enticing enough.

"Junior brother..."

Yan Mengqing spoke softly, her voice unintentionally damp.

"Why don’t you turn on the lights? What are you thinking about?"

Su Huai looked up, observing her deliberately twisting and swaying figure, looking at the 90+ Favorability Rating, feeling the intense throbbing of her heart, fully aware that he had a dish ready to be served at any moment.

Cooking requires skill, and Su Huai was certainly not lacking in that area.

In no more than 10 minutes, I’ll hit home run.

However, when desire suddenly arose, Su Huai was also overcome by a strong urge to dominate.

The subconscious is the most complicated and elusive, yet he knew exactly where this anger and thirst for control came from.

One third was due to the anxiety and restlessness brought on by Chen Nuanhan losing control.

One third came from thinking Gu Jiuyue wouldn’t like the me that isn’t kind or gentle at this moment, but this is the real me...

And one third was born from the mockery this scene posed to the failures of a previous life.

When Su Huai was an earnest but kindhearted striver, woman after woman like Yan Mengqing looked down or even ignored him completely. His work, unpraised, was taken for granted.

What did his heartfelt assistance yield?

Mostly just disdainful sneers and impatient brush-offs.

"Alright, alright, why are you so annoying?"

Su Huai was of course angry, but even after the anger, he still had to go all out to help the next one because a significant portion of his income came from commission. Helping them was helping himself.

Although most women aren’t worth a man’s undying devotion, what’s wrong with that kind of life?

The occasional bedroom activities during that period could hardly be called a reward.

For most of the new generation of internet-savvy women, sex was not seen as something to be cautious of; acts done in the heat of the moment resembled the use of a high-fidelity, fully automatic tool.

They might sweetly call out ’daddy, you’re amazing’, but afterwards, it all turns into "we’re just good friends."

Understandable, and Su Huai was even willing to empathize with them.

But when they faced money, their reverence and the caution it inspired, alongside their flirtatious wiles, felt like a venomous needle piercing deeply into Su Huai’s pride.

Su Huai wasn’t alone; at least half of all men face the same challenge before they turn 30. Some get past it, while others are punctured through.

The former manages to slowly crawl out of the mire after a fall. The latter never stand up again after their vigor has been drained.

In his past life, Su Huai was the former, but it was nothing to boast about, especially when compared with his current status. He suddenly felt a strong anger for the offenses he endured in the first half of his life.

It’s somewhat inexplicable, but surely, someone will understand.

Su Huai decided to release these negative emotions without digesting them himself.

"Kneel down."

His voice was not loud, yet it struck like thunder, causing Yan Mengqing to stiffen instantly.

After the stiffness came a strong sense of humiliation that swept through her like a shockwave, bringing intense quivering.

In that moment, it seemed she thought of many things, yet also nothing at all. By the time she came back to reality from a blank state, she found herself tremblingly kneeling before Su Huai.

This is the flip side of extreme worship of strength—subservience.

Yan Mengqing didn’t understand her true feelings at this moment; she simply obeyed involuntarily and felt a great thrill from it.

Su Huai raised his hand, hovering it in front of her, issuing the next command.

"Open your mouth."

Yan Mengqing obediently opened her mouth, even sticking out half her tongue proactively, her eyes eager like a dog wanting to please its master.

Su Huai extended his index and middle fingers, gently teasing her tongue tip.

Cruelty doesn’t always have to be expressed through rough actions.

He didn’t mean to hurt her, but she became more eager and active, gradually producing some subtle sounds.