PFC Chapter 279 The Promise for Tomorrow
Chapter 279 The Promise for Tomorrow
Xiao Jiu's smile deepened, as if she had discovered an extremely interesting toy. She picked up her phone, her fingers flying across the screen, but her reply was deliberately tinged with innocence:
Xiao Jiu: [Brother Yanchuan? Why are you so late? I was just about to go to sleep~ (cat rubbing eyes.jpg)]
Zhou Yanchuan: [Didn't you miss me?]
Xiao Jiu: [If I miss you, will you come to see me?]
Zhou Yanchuan: [Yes]
Xiao Jiu chuckled softly when she saw Zhou Yanchuan's reply.
This human man is really quite interesting.
This Mr. Zhou usually seems so calm and composed, but it turns out he's so direct and adorable when it comes to love...
She didn't reply, but turned around and lazily stretched. She then slowly began to change her clothes—choosing a simple dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, and even had the leisure to spray on some of the perfume he had given her.
Zhou Yanchuan didn't urge her, and no messages were sent, but Xiao Jiu knew he was waiting for her.
Considering his silly and impatient "intentions," she didn't mind... teasing him a little.
After all, watching him lose control over himself is much more interesting than receiving those cold, impersonal gifts.
Xiao Jiu looked in the dressing mirror, tidied the seemingly casually falling strand of hair by her cheek, brushed her fingertips across her lips, making the watery red color even fuller and more alluring, and then slowly picked up a small handbag, slipped on her soft-soled slippers, and walked down the stairs at a leisurely pace.
The area downstairs was eerily quiet, except for the black beast lurking in the night. The driver's side window was completely rolled down, and Zhou Yanchuan's arm was resting on the windowsill, the cigarette between his fingers already half-burned, wisps of smoke mingling with the night breeze.
He heard footsteps and turned to look at her.
His gaze swept over her obviously carefully dressed dress and face, finally settling on her eyes that held an innocent smile.
"Weren't you going to sleep?" Zhou Yanchuan understood perfectly well what was wrong with the girl, but he still couldn't help wanting to hear the words he was thinking from her.
"I just missed Brother Yanchuan. A woman dresses up for the man she loves, and I want Brother Yanchuan to see my beautiful side."
Xiao Jiu walked to the car, leaned slightly over the door, rested her elbow on the window frame, and looked at him with her chin propped up on her hand. This posture caused her neckline to be slightly open, and the sweet scent of her perfume mixed with her own subtle and alluring aura wafted towards him.
"Jiujiu"
Zhou Yanchuan sighed softly; he had known this all along.
"Brother Yanchuan, what's wrong?"
Xiao Jiu spoke in a sweet and innocent tone, but her eyes were fixed on Zhou Yanchuan as if they were hooks.
"Are you happy with those gifts today?" Zhou Yanchuan asked in a low, hoarse voice.
"Of course I'm happy about my brothers' kindness," Xiao Jiu deliberately misinterpreted his meaning, and her smile deepened as she looked at his jawline, which had tightened because of her words.
She paused deliberately, her eyes sparkling like they were filled with stars, gazing intently at him. "Especially the perfume Brother Yanchuan gave me, I absolutely love it!"
Zhou Yanchuan pushed open the car door, and the girl was standing in front of him. She took a step forward, tilted her face up, and completely exposed herself to his gaze. She even slightly tiptoed, bringing her slender and delicate neck and the fair skin behind her ears closer to him. The familiar cool fragrance became even clearer and more alluring.
"I sprayed some on purpose, would you like to... smell it?"
Xiao Jiu's voice became even softer and gentler, with a subtle hook.
Zhou Yanchuan's breathing suddenly became heavier.
His deep eyes were fixed on her alluringly fragrant skin, which she had leaned in to touch. The veins beneath her fair skin were faintly visible, as if inviting him to taste them. She tilted her head back, her eyes clear and innocent, as if she had no idea how fatally seductive her action was, or perhaps she knew it all too well.
He had always known that the girl wasn't as innocent and obedient as he had imagined.
The girl was like a little fox in sheep's clothing; beneath her innocent and obedient exterior lay cunning.
His throat tightened, and he placed one hand on the back of her neck, unconsciously caressing her delicate skin, his fingertips burning hot.
"Deliberate?" His voice was hoarse, almost booming from his chest, carrying a strong sense of danger.
He should have realized that she did it on purpose at noon today, and she still does it now.
Xiao Jiu didn't answer, but instead leaned forward slightly, her nose almost touching his jawline, her warm breath brushing against his taut skin.
"Guess?" she chuckled softly, her breathy voice like a whisper, and that cool yet lingering fragrance wafted even more brazenly into his nostrils, assaulting his senses.
Zhou Yanchuan cursed under his breath, all his reason collapsing instantly.
He suddenly lowered his head, not to smell the fragrance, but with a fierce, almost punitive force, to kiss her slender neck that she offered herself!
Since you've provoked me, you have to bear the consequences.
"Hmm!" Xiao Jiu was caught off guard and let out a soft groan, her body trembling slightly.
It wasn't a gentle touch, but an invasion of hot lips and tongue, tinged with the smell of tobacco; teeth grinding lightly against delicate skin, leaving a subtle tingling and budding marks. His hot breath sprayed onto the nape of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
It was as if he was confirming ownership in this way, venting the overwhelming jealousy stirred up by the term "brothers" and the long wait.
He admitted that he couldn't tolerate that group of people, but he had no choice but to, because he knew that the girl wouldn't abandon others for him, and of course, she wouldn't abandon others for one person.
Xiao Jiu's body stiffened at first under his sudden and forceful attack, then softened, even tilting her head slightly to give him more space. Her fingertips unconsciously climbed up his strong arm, and through the expensive shirt fabric, she could feel the strength and heat of the muscles bulging beneath.
Zhou Yanchuan sensed her compliance, even a hint of tacit indulgence, and his movements paused slightly. He looked up and met her shimmering eyes, which held no fear, only an almost mischievous, triumphant smile and… enjoyment?
He was breathing heavily, his forehead pressed against hers, their noses touching, their breaths mingling. That damned perfume she had specially sprayed on him was everywhere, frantically testing his last shred of self-control.
His hand gripping the back of her head was undeniably strong, and his scalding breath carried the burning smell of tobacco, almost scalding her skin.
"Come with me." He gritted his teeth, each word seemingly ground from his chest, carrying an almost savage possessiveness.
He didn't want to be so generous, and he didn't want to share her sweetness with anyone.
Xiao Jiu laughed.
It wasn't fear, nor shyness, but rather a knowing, languid, and playful smile that seemed to understand everything and find the scene before her particularly amusing. She didn't even try to break free from his strong grip; instead, in this restrained position, she slightly raised her chin, looking at him with bright, sparkling eyes, like looking at a large dog that was clearly bristling but was trying to appear fierce.
"Brother Yanchuan," her voice was soft and gentle, like a feather brushing against the heart, but the words she spoke were quite the opposite, "Do you want to have me all to yourself?"
Zhou Yanchuan's pupils contracted slightly, and the fingers clasped behind her head tightened subconsciously for a moment.
"So what if it is?" He moved closer, his nose almost touching hers, his gaze fixed on her seemingly expressive eyes, trying to find a trace of the affirmation he craved.
But all he saw was a clear, deep pool with a sly smile, reflecting his own slightly disheveled yet powerful self.
"It's not that great," Xiao Jiu blinked, her tone extremely innocent, as if she were simply stating a fact. "But, as I said, if you can't accept it, then you should withdraw voluntarily."
She even reached out her free hand and gently tapped his taut arm muscles with her slender fingertips: "This isn't right. I need to reconsider our relationship, Brother Yanchuan."
Zhou Yanchuan's breath hitched. His pride in his composure and ruthless business acumen became a joke in her presence.
A sense of powerlessness mixed with an even stronger desire to conquer surged up within him. He abruptly released his grip, as if burned by the warmth of those fingertips.
Xiao Jiu immediately nimbly jumped back a step, escaping his control, rubbing her not-so-poor nape, but her lips curled up in a wide smile.
“Boss Zhou,” she suddenly changed her form of address, her tone carrying a subtle, languid comment that befitted a superior, “being too possessive is not a good habit.”
Just then, her phone vibrated again at an inopportune moment, the screen lit up, and the caller ID showed "[Wen Qiyu]".
Xiao Jiu, as if she had found a very interesting tool to get out of a tight spot, picked up her phone, waved it at Zhou Yanchuan, and said with a sly look in her eyes, "Look, Brother Yu is looking for me. Maybe he has some 'gift' he's in a hurry to give me?"
She deliberately emphasized the word "heartfelt intention," watching Zhou Yanchuan's face darken visibly, a storm brewing in his eyes.
She stopped looking at him and, right in front of him, slowly and deliberately swiped to answer the call. Her voice instantly became sweet and soft, with a hint of the grievance of being "forced" into it.
"Hello? Brother Qi Yu..."
As she spoke on the phone, she turned around, her back to Zhou Yanchuan, and shuffled down the cold stone steps in her slippers, heading towards home.
"Um...it's nothing, I was just almost scared by a really big 'stray dog'..."
He's just a 'stray dog', after all. The boyfriend status he was so proud of has been taken back because of his possessiveness. Oh, not completely taken back yet. He's currently in a stage of waiting for judgment.
Her voice faded into the distance, carrying both laughter and complaints, yet it still drifted clearly into Zhou Yanchuan's ears.
Zhou Yanchuan stood frozen in place, watching that slender figure disappear into the gate without a backward glance, her words "stray dog" and her soft, coquettish tone when she spoke to Wen Qiyu still echoing in his ears.
He slammed his fist on the steering wheel!
The horn emitted a piercing, short blast, shattering the silence of the night sky.
His chest heaved violently, overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of defeat and a surge of jealousy that threatened to consume him. When had Zhou Yanchuan ever been so mocked and treated with such contempt?
But when it came to that little fox, all his strength and methods seemed to hit cotton, making him look like a ridiculous and pathetic... simp.
He could even imagine that Wen Qiyu on the other end of the phone was using that extremely gentle and considerate voice to comfort her, easily winning her favor.
And he could only stand there like a fool, raging helplessly downstairs.
……
Inside the room, Xiao Jiu had already hung up the phone, and there was no trace of grievance on her face. She hummed an off-key Qingqiu tune, her fingertips tracing the completely different messages sent by Wen Qiyu and Zhou Yanchuan on the screen.
One is gentle as water, inviting tomorrow. The other humbly seeks to be better, taking the initiative to admit mistakes.
Xiao Jiu chuckled and tossed her phone back into her bag.
See, she doesn't need to do anything at all.
They would naturally do their best to present her with their best wishes.
And all she needs to do is gently wag her tail and choose the one that's in a better mood tonight...
The engine's furious roar still lingered in his ears, and Zhou Yanchuan's knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. The night wind blew in through the car window, but it couldn't dispel the lingering, cool, sweet scent of Xiao Jiu inside the car, nor could it extinguish the dark fire surging in his eyes.
He jerked the steering wheel, and the black sports car shot through the night like an arrow, but not towards home. The speedometer needle climbed dangerously, and the scenery outside the window blurred into a streak of light. He needed speed, this near-out-of-control speed, to suppress the beast within him that was screaming to turn back and abduct her directly from home.
The following evening, the setting sun cast a warm golden glow over the city. Xiao Jiu had specially chosen a pale yellow knee-length dress, which made her skin appear fair and radiant, lively and fresh, like a newly ripened, juicy apricot. She turned in front of the mirror, pleased to see the hem of her dress billowing in just the right arc.
As soon as he arrived downstairs, the familiar, understatedly luxurious black Mercedes-Benz G63 was already waiting nearby. Wen Qiyu didn't wait in the car, but leaned against the door.
Today he wore a light gray casual suit, without a tie, and underneath was a high-quality white cotton shirt, the top two buttons casually undone, giving him a less formal and more relaxed look. His gold-rimmed glasses still sat on his nose, and his gaze behind the lenses rested gently on her, as if waiting was the most enjoyable thing in the world.
Upon seeing Xiao Jiu, he immediately straightened up, a perfect, warm smile spreading across his lips as he approached her.
"Have you been waiting long?" Xiao Jiu jogged a few steps, her skirt fluttering, her tone carrying just the right amount of apology and excitement.
"Just arrived." Wen Qiyu naturally reached out and gently supported her arm in a gentlemanly manner. The warmth of his fingertips touched her briefly, and he left just as quickly, his sense of proportion was impeccable. "You look beautiful today, like a little sun." His praise was sincere and comforting, without making her feel uncomfortable.