Zhuang Qiting didn’t understand why she showed such a spoiled expression. He squinted and smiled lightly, calling her “little thing.”
Actually, she wasn’t little at all— just like the big hydrangea clusters in the Zhuang Residence Garden, plump and pink.
Just by holding her, you could tell she’d been well fed and cared for, which was why she looked so fresh and vibrant.
Li Yaru snorted in impatience. What was wrong with this man? He actually looked down on her. How big was his former girlfriend?
“Hmph, what are you snorting at?”
“You’re the little one.” She grumbled defiantly.
“……………”
Zhuang Qiting’s expression darkened as he stared at her for several seconds before angrily kissing her once more. With one hand, he lifted her waist, forcing her to hang in midair, pressing close.
Everything about him was like the man himself— majestic and undeniable, impossible to ignore or label casually.
The grass was lush but well-kept, not messy; curved in front, straight in back, magnificent.
When his brothers were honest with each other, they teased him one after another. They all grew up eating the same food, so why was he half a size bigger?
Most Asian girls couldn’t handle his size. Even Zhuang Qichen, the fourth brother, boldly advised him not to bother with Chinese girls and find a foreign woman instead.
“Open your eyes and look at me, Ah Rou.” Zhuang Qiting’s eyes sparkled like matches struck in the dark night, shining brightly.
Li Yaru pouted, reluctantly lifting her eyelids. The corners of her eyes were red; her dark irises glistened with a layer of moisture.
She knew what was coming and didn’t want to meet the source of it, her breath trembling. “What now…”
Zhuang Qiting switched to support her neck, letting her rest in his arm for a better view of the collision.
His strong muscles tensed. In a low voice, he ordered, “Look at me, then look at him.”
Li Yaru didn’t expect Zhuang Qiting to be so twisted. Through the gap, her gaze landed directly on it. The moment she touched it, she screamed.
It was the most primal, vulgar, yet mesmerizing fusion between heaven and earth—the contrast between his strength and her softness was enormous.
“Don’t close your eyes. Or I’ll continue punishing you.”
This damn man had so many quirks! Li Yaru bit her lip, forced to keep her eyes shamefully open.
How could it be such a dull dark red? She didn’t like it… it was terrifying.
Zhuang Qiting watched her small, angry, silent expression and smiled, wishing he could squeeze her into his body.
He wanted her to see her man clearly, to remember him deeply and thoroughly, to remember this feeling— this thing— that would possess and love her every day and night.
Remember that she was his, from now on and forever.
………
The dark green velvet curtains slowly parted, revealing a layer of thin white gauze that also spread to the sides.
The cold moonlight finally spilled into this chaotic place, and the evening breeze drove away the overly heavy scent.
Li Yaru was wrapped in a soft bath towel, lying on the bed with a blank stare, drifting in and out of a sage-like state.
She hadn’t expected such an act to feel so good— only too exhausting, leaving her completely drained.
After a moment, Zhuang Qiting, who was on the terrace enjoying the breeze, put out his cigarette and came to the bed. He leaned down to kiss her face several times in a row.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” His tone was gentle and lingering.
What was there to say…? Li Yaru blinked, slowly coming back to reality.
Tonight had been too much— beyond what her body could bear. She just wanted to lie there, completely limp.
“Not feeling well?” Zhuang Qiting frowned, reaching out to check on her.
Li Yaru immediately pulled her legs together and rolled to the side, avoiding his touch while mumbling, “…Not tonight, really not tonight…”
Zhuang Qiting laughed happily. “So weak, such poor physical condition. Tomorrow I’ll take you to eat something nourishing.”
Li Yaru rolled her eyes at him. Who could stand him? She hadn’t collapsed yet and was still alive—already a miracle given how demanding he was.
From nine in the evening until two in the morning, scattered across four or five sessions, his perverted humor was abundant.
He insisted on spreading his passion on her heart, on her palms, or… anyway, it was all a mess.
She suspected he had never touched a woman before. Otherwise, how could he be so hungry, like a ravenous beast starved for eight hundred years?
“If you dare roll your eyes at me again, the punishment doubles,” Zhuang Qiting said, his tone low as his hand threatened to smack her already sore buttocks.
No cursing, no insults, not even rolling her eyes! Li Yaru clenched her fists, wishing she could beat him to death but dared not show it. She just curled up inside the towel.
She feared he would torment her little butt again. After all those hours, it had been spanked and kneaded countless times.
When she showered, she secretly checked the mirror— bright red like a blooming flower.
But it wasn’t just her butt; everywhere he had kissed was marked.
Zhuang Qiting was fully aware that this little one was silently cursing him in her heart.
He smiled, then brought her a glass of milk with strawberry jam mixed in and fed it to her.
Li Yaru was naturally lazy and liked being pampered. If he wanted to feed her, she’d just lie there and slowly drink the whole glass.
“What brand is this jam? It tastes so good.”
“If you like it, I’ll have the chef make more.”
“Get a big bottle. I want to bring it back for Xiao Zhi and Xuan. They like putting jam on bread.”
“Alright.”
Zhuang Qiting wiped her mouth, took off his robe, wearing only loose beige lounge pants. He held Li Yaru close, enjoying the quiet and warmth of the late night.
They said people get tired after such things, but he wasn’t. His mind was excited and clear.
He thought of every night to come— experiencing such exquisite pleasure, body and soul perfectly soothed. It was truly marvelous.
Li Yaru was already half asleep, but the man was big, warm, and possessive. Holding her tightly, he made it impossible for her to fall asleep.
They chatted off and on.
“Don’t you have classes tomorrow morning?”
Li Yaru adjusted to a more comfortable position and sighed. “I do, but I don’t count it as attending. No one’s managing the restaurant. Dad’s having surgery next week, then he’ll rest for over a month.”
She had taken a month off. The time was just right. She might as well not bother with school.
“Don’t like studying?” Zhuang Qiting lowered his eyes, watching her drooping brows. Such a little girl, with worries unknown even to herself.
“Hmm… not really. But university was fun. I just don’t have the energy for it now.” She had to run the family business and take care of this pervert with all his quirks.
A night’s sleep left her drained. How could she focus on school?
Zhuang Qiting frowned, extremely displeased with her lack of planning for her future. It was pure nonsense.
After thinking for a moment, he said firmly, “I’ll have someone manage the restaurant for you. You don’t need to worry. You’re a young lady— studying is the proper path.”
“But your school is too bad. I’ll help you transfer to Hong Kong University. The paperwork will be done in the next few days, and next week you’ll report to the new school.”
Li Yaru struggled to sit up from his embrace, loudly objecting, “Even if it’s bad, I got in myself. Dad never said my school was bad!”
Zhuang Qiting smiled, not understanding why this little one was always so quick to lose her temper. “I’m not saying you’re bad. Your current major isn’t suitable. Accounting doesn’t need you to waste time studying. Literature, history, philosophy, or arts— those can cultivate character. If not, finance or law is fine. You choose one.”
Li Yaru’s head ached. “I don’t like any of them!”
“Be obedient.” Zhuang Qiting rubbed her head. “Starting next week, I’ll find two tutors—one for etiquette, one for English. Two classes a week, here at the residence. You have to be good and focused. I’ll have someone supervise you.”
Li Yaru’s eyes widened in panic. What was wrong with this man? She didn’t want to study those!
“Why do I have to? Isn’t that forcing me? Just sleeping with you is enough. Why do I need to learn all this crap? You don’t speak English in bed anyway!”
She cursed again, and Zhuang Qiting slapped her already abused little buttocks. “No vulgar words. What nineteen-year-old girl is like you? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”
Li Yaru’s neck turned red. What was there to be ashamed of? The real shame wasn’t hers.
“You said some unrefined things just now.”
Words like “grass,” “roll,” and “wave”— she was too embarrassed to listen, blushing for him instead.
“That’s in bed. Out of bed, I don’t say those things.” Zhuang Qiting squinted, his gaze menacing.
Li Yaru was about to say, “So what if it’s in bed? A gentleman guards his behavior,” but his threatening aura was like a fierce giant python. She shrank her neck and submitted.
“English is such an easy subject, and you only got a B. Don’t you think you should study?” Zhuang Qiting had seen her final grades— disastrous.
It was obvious she hadn’t worked hard. He had to cultivate a love for studying in her.
In the future, as Zhuang Tai Tai, she had so much to learn. He didn’t expect her to be perfect, but at least sixty percent, right?
Thinking of the little one in his arms, his future wife and the mother of his children, his heart softened suddenly.
He hooked her slim waist, lowered his head, and kissed her temple, his tone much gentler, “Be good, baby. Studying more isn’t bad. Of course, I won’t force you every day. Next week, I’ll take you to Sotheby’s jewelry auction. Buy whatever you like, as a reward for studying hard. Aim for all A’s this semester.”
All A’s…?
Li Yaru went limp. She only wanted to sleep with him for a few nights, and now he expected all A’s.
This wasn’t her sugar daddy— it was more like her dad!