Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 200: I Am Not a Stingy Person

Chapter 200: Chapter 200: I Am Not a Stingy Person

"You scoundrel!"

"I’ll kill you!"

Xue Mengyu was furious. She had always kept herself pure, never having any close contact with a man, not even a kiss.

She hadn’t expected to be rubbed up against by Chen Dashan.

Xue Mengyu kept struggling, trying to turn around and pummel Chen Dashan. Yet, with Chen Dashan holding her small waist tightly with his strong hands, she had no power to resist.

Chen Dashan said, "Hey!"

"You say I rubbed against you, but isn’t it you who did it yourself? You pushed Jinyue away, bent over in front of me, and now you’re blaming me?"

When Guo Jinyue heard this, she nodded quickly and meekly.

"Yes, if you like Dashan, you could have just told me!"

"I’m not a petty person. Besides, we’re all adults here, playing hard to get is so outdated. Don’t you think?"

"You..."

Xue Mengyu’s face turned red with embarrassment. She couldn’t argue back because what Chen Dashan said was true, but she would never admit what Guo Jinyue suggested.

Just as she was about to explain it was an accident, Chen Dashan continued accusingly, "I know you’re interested in me. Last time in the bathroom, you spied on Jinyue and me while we were making love. This time you even followed us to the 18th floor to spy again. Isn’t it because you want me to fuck you?"

"I did not!"

Xue Mengyu’s voice suddenly raised. Chen Dashan’s words nearly drove her insane with anger, yet she couldn’t find a retort.

How could there be such a person who distorts the truth like this in the world?

Xue Mengyu’s struggles caused her flower bud to repeatedly brush against Chen Dashan’s hot, pulsing giant dragon, making her feel ticklish, numb, and even slightly aching.

Xue Mengyu bit her red lip. She felt her legs go weak, her body filled with countless fiery little bugs crawling all over, making her extremely uncomfortable.

"Mmm..."

From Xue Mengyu’s throat came a broken moan.

The naive, suppressed sound made Chen Dashan’s entire body shudder, his giant dragon swelling, becoming even more rigid, pressing even hotter against Xue Mengyu’s flower bud.

"You women always like to say the opposite. Clearly soaking wet and wanting it badly, yet telling me to get lost, calling me a pervert!"

Chen Dashan smirked.

His large hand kneaded Xue Mengyu’s flower bud, the sticky fluid covering his fingers. Chen Dashan brought it to his nose, taking a light sniff. It had a unique scent. Xue Mengyu turned her head to look and felt thoroughly humiliated.

She angrily said, "Chen Dashan, I am Zhao Qiqiang’s fiancée! Even if you’re not afraid of the Xue Family, aren’t you afraid of Zhao Qiqiang? He’s a vengeful person; if he finds out what you did to me, he won’t spare you!"

At the mention of Zhao Qiqiang, Chen Dashan’s anger surged uncontrollably. The events from three years ago were clear in his mind.

Zhao Qiqiang had slept with Liu Lili and planned to make Chen Dashan think the child was his. He treated Chen Dashan worse than a dog; even a dog deserves some dignity, but apparently not Chen Dashan.

Blind and crippled, he was insulted wantonly.

Just because he was a country bumpkin?

If becoming strong meant nothing without revenge, then what was the point of getting stronger?

Now, he was no longer afraid of Zhao Qiqiang. With this thought, Chen Dashan roughly yanked down Xue Mengyu’s panties. Staring at her moist, glistening flower bud, he thrust forward and entered her.

The warm, tight embrace drove him wild. Taking Zhao Qiqiang’s fiancée felt immensely gratifying.

"Chen Dashan, I won’t let you get away with this!"

"Mm... Ah..."

Xue Mengyu hadn’t expected Chen Dashan to actually go through with it. She had thought mentioning Zhao Qiqiang’s name would make him hesitate, given Zhao Qiqiang’s dominance in Furong County.

Her lower body felt like it had been stuffed with a burning rod.

Hot, enormous, aching.

With every movement of Chen Dashan, she felt as if she were being split apart, yet when he withdrew, she felt unbearably empty. She had never felt anything like this before.

Chen Dashan lifted Xue Mengyu’s short skirt to her back, revealing her pale, slender waist. Watching her firm, jiggling backside, adorned with a white, pert, peach-shaped bottom, was eye-searing.

"Ah... Go gentle, you scoundrel!"

Xue Mengyu clung tightly to the cement of the balcony, her brows furrowed, her expression pained, occasionally relaxed.

Her mouth imitated Guo Jinyue’s, letting out suppressed, lewd cries mixed with curses at Chen Dashan.

"Splurt!"

"Splurt!"

Chen Dashan ignored her, watching the small dark red stains on the ground with glee. Grasping Xue Mengyu’s firm buttocks, he asked, "Is this your first time?"

"No kidding!"

"You dog, I saved my first time for over twenty years, and it was taken by you, a rapist. Chen Dashan, I will call the police. I won’t let you get away with this!"

Xue Mengyu gnashed her teeth.

Her cheeks flushed, yet moments later, a look of pleasure spread across her face, accompanied by cries of satisfaction.

Chen Dashan gave an evil grin. This woman was hard to please; wanting it but still resentful.

He could only say, "Do as you like. No woman I set my eyes on gets away!"

...

Meanwhile.

Zhao Qiqiang knew Chen Dashan had come to the Youlong Garden project, and today was the project’s investment meeting.

To prevent any mishap, Zhao Qiqiang hurried over. His first task was to keep an eye on Chen Dashan, as Chen Dashan was now a significant threat to him. The second was to seize the moment to confess to Xue Mengyu and show off his strength.

Once Zhao Qiqiang got out of the car, he headed straight for the investment meeting venue. His secretary told him that Xue Mengyu and Chen Dashan had gone to inspect the property.

"Young Master Zhao, wait!"

Zhao Qiqiang’s little follower chased after him, sprinting along.

Zhao Qiqiang’s face was cold, ignoring the follower’s entreaties. Anger boiled inside him, though he didn’t show it. Every time he approached Xue Mengyu, she responded coldly or distantly.

But after just one meeting with Chen Dashan, she was willing to accompany him to inspect the project.

This woman was so cheap!

Lowly!

After they got married, he would torment her every night!

Zhao Qiqiang’s face grew cold, his right eyelid twitching furiously. The little follower behind him cried out anxiously, "Young Master Zhao, look, there’s someone on the top floor!"

The area around the project was deserted, eerily quiet.

Everywhere was replete with steel and concrete, the ground uneven and bereft of beauty. Zhao Qiqiang squinted, noticing a shadow on the distant top floor. He was certain it was Chen Dashan.

Immediately, he coldly ordered his subordinates, "Let’s go!"

"When no one’s around, seize the chance and push that dog bastard Chen Dashan off. From this height, even if he doesn’t end up as mince, he’ll at least be a pancake!"

Zhao Qiqiang sneered.

Some of his bodyguards exchanged knowing glances, one nonchalantly remarked, "We’ll just say he slipped and fell accidentally."

"We’ll just have to cover the funeral expenses then!"

Zhao Qiqiang looked pleased, striding with purpose as his bodyguards followed, heading to the top floor to capture Chen Dashan.