The Stepmother's Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era-Chapter 782 - 781: Sister, You Can’t Escape

It wasn’t clear whether it was the shock that left her unable to think or her body’s honest reaction that made her unable to refuse, as she let Han Zibin grab the back of her head, his searing kiss gnawing at her lips, grinding, doing as it pleased.

Until the strong reaction from the man made Yan Su wake up as if from a dream, and she pushed him away.

The imbalance of alcohol and external force made Han Zibin fall backward onto the ground.

Whether stunned or hurt, he just lay there quietly, motionless.

"Little Han? Are you okay?"

Receiving no response, Yan Su approached in a bit of a panic, but as she neared, the boy forcefully dragged her into his embrace by her wrist.

The boy’s burning palms firmly imprisoned her at the waist, making her unable to move.

"Han Zibin, let me go!"

Yan Su’s scolding had no deterrent effect; it even seemed more like a catalyst for excitement.

With a strong roll, he pinned her beneath him.

Their lips met once again.

Under the catalysis of alcohol and the night, the struggling bodies turned into entangled silhouettes on the wall.

A night of passion and confusion.

Yan Su, a light sleeper, was awakened before dawn by the snow light outside the window.

The messy room, clothes scattered all over the floor, and the burning body lying next to her all signaled what had happened the night before.

It wasn’t until the car drove out of the villa gates that Yan Su finally heaved a sigh of relief as if a weight had been lifted.

Once her body relaxed, she felt discomfort everywhere.

Her waist ached, there was a burning pain between her legs, and the rest of her body was a mix of soreness and pain, feeling like a broken doll.

The physical strength and fighting prowess of the young man were truly not to be underestimated.

Rubbing her hot cheeks, Yan Su leaned back in her seat, planning to rest for a while.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, scenes from last night’s R-rated experiences started to flash through her mind non-stop.

By the time Han Zibin woke up, it was already bright outside.

The moment he regained consciousness, he turned his head to look at his side, and the empty bed caused him a moment of panic.

He got up, looked around the room, then touched the blankets next to him. They lacked any warmth, obviously, she had left some time ago.

In his moment of loss, his fingers touched something cold.

Lifting the blanket, he found a silver ginkgo-leaf-shaped K-gold diamond earring lying quietly in the nest of blankets.

Carefully picking it up, Han Zibin’s lips curled into a mix of joy and surprise.

Sister, you can’t escape.

...

Having slept until evening, Yan Su finally felt alive again.

Rubbing her growling stomach, she got out of bed to find something to eat, but upon opening the door, she saw Yan Jing sitting elegantly on the living room sofa.

After Old Master Yan passed away, Yan Su had moved out of the family home to live alone.

"Awake?"

"Yeah."

Meeting Yan Jing’s smiling eyes, Yan Su inexplicably felt a sense of unease, "Sister, when did you get here? Why didn’t you wake me up?"

"I’ve been here for a while, but no matter, we can have dinner together."

Feeling extremely hungry, Yan Su immediately said, "Then I’ll change my clothes."

"No rush, come sit for a bit."

And she pointed to the pastry box on the table, "I brought you afternoon tea; you can nibble on something first."

Yan Su didn’t stand on ceremony, sitting down and slowly eating a piece of her favorite cake.

"Don’t drink the coffee, have some lemon water instead."

Placing a cup of warm boiled water on the coffee table and casting an insidious glance at the hickey on Yan Su’s neck, Yan Jing chuckled knowingly.

"Did you enjoy yourself yesterday?"

"It was alright."

Like a child who had made a mistake in front of their parents, Yan Su dared not lift her head, feeling guilty.

Yan Jing didn’t want to push her sister too hard and changed the topic to something else.

...

After getting ready to go out, Yan Su pulled open her jewellery box and saw that only one ginkgo leaf earring was left. She stared blankly for two seconds before choosing another pair to wear.

Arriving in the living room, she found Yan Jing standing by the window, looking down at the street.

"What are you looking at, sis?"

Yan Jing replied, "Why don’t you come over and see for yourself?"

Yan Su walked over and immediately recognized the tall figure standing under the streetlight below.

Her heart skipped a beat and then lost its rhythm.

"He’s been waiting down there for a while, not sure who he’s waiting for," said Yan Jing with a teasing smile that was not quite a smile.

Covering up her helplessness, Yan Su calmly responded, "Maybe he’s waiting for a friend. Sis, I suddenly don’t feel well. Maybe you should find someone else to dine with, I’m not going out."

Looking at her flushed and radiant face, Yan Jing decided not to expose her, "Okay, then you rest well at home. I’ll have someone bring some food for you later."

"No need, I’m not hungry yet. I’ll just cook something simple later."

"Take good care of yourself, don’t make me worry."

"Mm."

Downstairs.

When Han Zibin saw Yan Jing walk gracefully out of the apartment building, he approached nervously to greet her, "Madam Ning."

Yan Jing’s gaze fell on the bouquet of roses in his arms, her smile faint, "Manager Han, are you waiting for a friend?"

"Yes, a friend left something with me, and I came to return it."

"Uh-huh, then take your time. I’ll be leaving now."

"Have a safe trip, Madam Ning."

Watching Yan Jing’s retreating figure as she got into the car and drove away, Han Zibin breathed a sigh of relief but felt a sense of loss at the same time.

He had felt flustered and nervous when he saw Yan Jing.

After all, for someone like him, an illegitimate child, to aspire to connect with a prominent family like the Yan Family, was pure folly.

However, Yan Jing’s calm and distant demeanor indicated that Yan Su had not spoken of the previous night’s event.

Did she not care, or did she regret it?

But regardless of the reason, both made him feel dejected and lost.

After changing her clothes and coming to the window, Yan Su just happened to see Han Zibin turning to leave.

Silently watching the man’s figure disappear at the street corner, Yan Su returned to the sofa, suddenly feeling the house to be empty and cold.

Maybe she should go shopping for some furniture and decorations.

She picked up the phone to arrange a shopping trip, but after thinking for a long time, she didn’t know who to ask. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

At this time, Shen Mingzhu, Zhong Qing, and Zhuang Xueqi would all be at home with their children, and she didn’t like to mingle too much with the daughters of the socialites in her circle.

These people were overly respectful to her face, but behind her back, they had often mocked her for being old and having marital difficulties.

Forget it, she’d just watch some TV.

Turning on the television and flipping through channels without finding anything appealing, she was feeling annoyed when there was a knock at the door.

Assuming it was someone Yan Jing had sent with dinner, she opened the door only to find Han Zibin, who had returned.

"Have you had dinner? I’ve bought some of the evening dishes you like."

Unclear whether she was angry or driven by some other petty emotion, Yan Su blurted out, "I don’t like roses."

Han Zibin was taken aback for a moment, but responded quickly, "Then what kind of flowers do you like? I’ll go buy them right now."

"I don’t like anything, you should go back. Don’t come looking for me again."

She was about to close the door, but the young man was quicker, sticking his foot in the doorway, "Su Su, I haven’t finished speaking."

Being called by her intimate name by a man ten years her junior made Yan Su feel both ashamed and strangely shy:

"Don’t call me Su Su; we aren’t that close."

Han Zibin appeared somewhat wronged, "Last night was my first time."

Yan Su: !!!