Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 147 - 125. Can you escape?

Chapter 147: 125. Can you escape?

Wasting heaven’s gifts.

After they embraced each other again, Lu Jincheng confirmed this fact in his heart.

To marry such a beautiful wife home and only have her do household chores, making her skills from head to toe awkward and rusty.

No wonder she had been so deprived; even under his high-intensity pressure, it wasn’t overly obvious.

Perhaps she truly had no idea how intense the pleasure a woman could taste was.

Her current resentment was merely due to the loneliness from a lack of intimacy.

So today, no matter what, he had to let her cross this threshold.

Once you enter the world of desire, it’s not so easy to leave.

Mr. Lu reached down with both hands, powerfully lifted Guo Minjie in his arms, ignoring her slight resistance, and dragged her to the large bed.

"Xiao Jie, I’m going to start kissing you now. Can you relax?"

He naturally switched to a different term of address.

Holding her feverish face in his hands, he first pressed his lips gently to her forehead.

"Didn’t you... just do that?"

Guo Minjie frowned, as if she were still savoring the sensation from before.

"I liked that better."

"That was kissing, what comes next is me kissing you."

Mr. Lu replied softly, his words accompanied by delicate touches, like a dragonfly skimming water, across her face.

"Doesn’t your husband do this?"

Lu Jincheng teased with a hint of mischief, after tracing beneath her earlobe and eliciting a fine shiver on the side of her neck.

"Go away!"

Guo Minjie turned her face away in embarrassment, her voice tinged with resentment, "Don’t talk to me about him."

"What a waste... such a beautiful neck."

Lu Jincheng earnestly praised her, shifting his focus towards her neckline, his fingers deftly unhooking her necklace and parting her clothes to either side.

Guo Minjie didn’t make a sound, nor did she move.

Her eyes looked bewildered to the side, seemingly still relishing the dense pleasure brought by the unique massage.

He tentatively pulled down her long dress; she didn’t move.

He slowly removed her knitwear; she didn’t move.

He yanked away the last layer of lining, catching the rolling fabric in one motion and tossing it to the corner of the bed.

Her legs appeared somewhat stiff before him, all the more enticing.

Unlike Mou Keyan’s long, straight jade legs, Guo Minjie had a natural pear-shaped figure; thus, her legs were more robust and full, with prominent curves on the sides of her thighs.

The opulent flesh of her legs, freed from the prim and proper long dress, delivered a potent shock.

She still didn’t move.

As if her soul had temporarily hidden itself away, allowing her pleasure-seeking body to evade the guilt that filled her heart, silently savoring.

He turned his head back, the corner of his eye precisely catching the fabric that had just rolled up.

A smug smile spread across his face.

A damp trace was unmistakably at the center.

"Youth listens to the rain on the upstairs pavilion, red candles dimly illuminating the draped bed."

Beholding the older sister filled with classical charm, tasting her creamy flesh underneath, so tender and delicate.

Lu Jincheng inexplicably thought of this line.

And then, he pressed down upon her.

...

...

Guo Minjie’s drunkenness sobered by at least half.

Judging from the fine sweat covering her body, she hadn’t uttered a word beyond onomatopoeia; she even suppressed the volume of involuntary moans instinct had caused.

Lu Jincheng knew she was in the throes of internal turmoil and did not attempt to coax her into speaking.

He simply clung to her, embracing her, hugging, cherishing.

Guo Minjie’s figure was mature and voluptuous, whereas Mou Keyan leaned a bit towards being slender; thus, purely by touch, Miao Miao did not compare to her abundant assets.

He cradled the older sister like a mutton-fat jade vase in his arms, his hands ceaselessly caressing up and down.

The control experiment proclaimed a resounding success.

As Mr. Lu continued to perform smoothly, allowing a second female to taste the utmost joy of life, he finally confirmed his own prowess in battle.

Fucking impressive!

Of course, at such a fervent, wolf-like age, Jin Cheng didn’t believe that Min Jie wouldn’t learn to savor the taste.

"Had enough?"

Embraced by the man, Guo Minjie’s expression finally softened a little.

As if making a compromise with herself, she said softly,

"If that’s enough, I should go back. I’ve sobered up... and it should end."

To his surprise, he detected a hint of resoluteness in her tone.

Jin Cheng furrowed his brows, only then realizing—

After all the commotion, the counselor was simply embracing the idea of indulging just once—going out, getting drunk, getting divorced, and then moving on.

Now that her desire had ebbed, guilt was creeping in, and the alcohol had almost worn off, she was ready to sever the emotional ties with the wisdom of hindsight?

"Xiao Jie, where are you planning to go back to?"

Jin Cheng mentally calculated for a moment, smiled faintly, and spoke softly.

"What I mean is... everything can end now. Tonight I got drunk, you were youthful and couldn’t hold back, we were both... bewitched by instinct."

"But it’s already happened, let what’s past be past. Once we step out this door, I’m still your teacher, and you’re still my student."

Guo Minjie picked up her clothes, slowly putting them on while speaking in a hoarse voice,

"Jin Cheng, there’s no more Xiao Jie. You are still young, with a bright future, a wonderful future ahead. It’s best if we keep our distance, okay?"

"Hahaha, all right then, Teacher Guo."

Jin Cheng lay on his side on the bed, intently watching Guo Minjie’s movements, his tone teasing.

"If you see tonight as just a remedy for your failed marriage, then I’m happy to be the joy in your memories in the long night."

"I am glad that I could add a bit more pleasure to your future life."

"Because I know, a woman who has never enjoyed the pinnacle of joy must have such a deprived life, it’s not too much to call it a long, black-and-white TV drama."

"..."

Guo Minjie’s silhouette visibly shuddered for a moment, but after just a few seconds of hesitation, she continued pulling her dress over herself.

Zipping up, fixing her hair, slipping on her shoes, she sighed softly.

"Be it a black-and-white silent film or a comedy, it’s the channel I chose myself. I have no one to blame."

She walked up to the mirror, quickly fixed up her face, took out a compact from her bag, and touched up her makeup.

Only when she was sure there were no issues did she head for the door.

Glancing back, the man hadn’t moved at all on the bed; he hadn’t even put on a piece of clothing.

She couldn’t help frowning and said, "Aren’t you going back?"

Jin Cheng deliberately inhaled deeply from the crumpled bedsheets, his gaze heated, "I want to stay a bit longer, to smell the scent Xiao Jie has left behind."

"After all, from tomorrow on, there will no longer be Xiao Jie, only Teacher Guo."

Guo Minjie’s heart jolted, her hand on the doorknob trembled, almost slipping off.

But she quickly steadied herself and said softly, "Well... I’ll go then."

"Good night."

"Mhm."

Jin Cheng’s smile was radiant, "If it doesn’t work out, I’ll just stay here tonight, falling asleep with you on my mind."

Guo Minjie’s face flushed, but her eyes revealed an indistinguishable mix of joy and worry.

After a long silence, she finally turned the doorknob, "Do whatever makes you happy, just remember to rest early."

"Good night."

"Good night."

Jin Cheng nodded, stretched out, and lay down on the bed.

It wasn’t until the sound of the door reached him that the corner of his mouth turned up into a meaningful smile.

A twenty-eight-year-old woman, it seems she had stayed in the ivory tower for too long.

Still so naïve.

Did she really think Mr. Lu’s world was one where you could come and go as you pleased?

To have crossed such a significant boundary with such a full and pale body.

And to think it could be treated as nothing more than a night of fun?

There was no escape.

No matter what, there was no escape.

Mr. Lu chuckled to himself, got up, and put on his clothes.

After casually fixing his hair, he called a taxi and followed suit, heading out the door.