Chapter 147 — The Long-Awaited...

Yang Ce began to strip the clothes off Wang Yanqiu, except the space inside the car was rather cramped, which made undressing no easy task.

Wang Yanqiu had no strength to resist, so she simply accepted her loss: "Yang Ce, I can be your lover, but four years at most."

Thinking that in four years she would become a sacrifice to interests, Wang Yanqiu could not help feeling bleak. She did not quite understand why her father set such store by fame and profit—was it merely because he had no son and did not want the family to decline in his generation?

What meaning was there in fighting for that hollow title of number one in the assassin world? At this thought, Wang Yanqiu's stubbornness welled up again. That's right—why should she preserve her chastity for a husband she had never seen, could not see, could not touch?

Even if she did it with Yang Ce, so what? If her future husband despised her for it, all the better—she would be spared marrying him, and that would be a liberation.

At this thought, Wang Yanqiu's mind eased, and only then did she speak of being Yang Ce's lover for four years. As for whether she would take revenge on Yang Ce after those four years, she had not yet decided; at least by her present skill, revenge was impossible.

"Mm." Wang Yanqiu's sudden change left Yang Ce somewhat caught off guard. "You agree?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I?" Wang Yanqiu had thought it through, and the knot in her heart had loosened of its own accord. "A bet's a bet. Come on."

She would have to take this step in the end anyway. Wang Yanqiu did not believe she would ever encounter love in this life, so rather than sleep with a stranger, she might as well let Yang Ce have the advantage first.

Now it was Yang Ce's turn to hesitate. If Wang Yanqiu had struggled fiercely and seized the chance to ambush him, Yang Ce would certainly have torn her clothes off without hesitation and taken her by force. But now it could hardly be called force at all, and Yang Ce suddenly felt rather deflated.

"What are you waiting for? Don't tell me you don't dare." Wang Yanqiu had thought it through and no longer shied away; seeing Yang Ce hesitate, she was instead rather displeased.

"Don't dare? Who says I don't dare?" Yang Ce glared and said.

"Then come on. Don't tell me you don't know how." Wang Yanqiu gave a faint, contemptuous sneer. So this fellow was fierce in appearance but weak within.

"Don't know how? Who says I don't know how?" Yang Ce was genuinely baffled now. Had this girl taken the wrong medicine?

"Since you do, why not come? Or is it that you can't?" Wang Yanqiu said mockingly. As an assassin, she had of course studied human physiology and knew something of male... responses, so though saying such things made her blush a little, she was not overly bashful.

"Can't?" Yang Ce was immediately riled. What man wanted to be told he couldn't? Especially a man with Yang Cenbin's strong machismo—it grated on the ear.

To be continued

950. Infinite Welcome to You!

950 Infinite Welcome to You

"Then what are you still waiting for?" Wang Yanqiu looked at Yang Ce with a half-smile, and a sense of accomplishment rose in her heart.

Before, she had always been on the losing side—whether trading barbs or trading blows, she was no match for Yang Ce. But now she seemed to have found his weakness: he could not withstand softness, only hardness. The more you went along with him, the more timid he became.

Wang Yanqiu had finally found a way to vent her anger, and so she began needling Yang Ce relentlessly.

"The space here is too small, and you're wearing too much—er, it's not easy to take off." Yang Ce was rather gloomy. Damn, was this what the legendary rape was like? Why did it feel so awkward?

Since when did the person being raped urge the rapist to hurry up? The world had truly gone mad. Yang Ce's mind could scarcely keep up.

"Then I'll help you." Wang Yanqiu said softly and gently, her breath like orchid, blowing by Yang Ce's ear, endlessly alluring. With that, Wang Yanqiu reached for the buttons of her top and undid them one by one.

"Er—" Yang Ce was a little stunned, and began to beat a retreat in his heart. Something was off. With this girl's fiery temper, how could she let him succeed so easily? Was there some scheme in this?

As Wang Yanqiu's top fell gently open, the fair skin beneath was revealed, pale and gleaming, almost dazzling in the moonlight. In no time the whole top was about to come off, leaving only a small pink camisole underneath.

On the camisole there were two little protrusions, utterly tempting.

"Then I'm coming in," Yang Ce said tentatively.

"Come on. You're infinitely welcome." Wang Yanqiu folded her top carefully to avoid creasing it later, and draped it over the steering wheel.

Infinitely welcome me? Yang Ce felt he was about to collapse. Damn it, I wanted to force myself on you, all right? Why does it feel now like both parties are willing?

"Couldn't you put up a little resistance?" Yang Ce gazed at the alluring Wang Yanqiu, his desire boundless, yet he felt something was missing. "You're making this feel thoroughly unrewarding for me."

"Resist? Why on earth would I resist?" Wang Yanqiu said, astonished. "A bet's a bet—you said so yourself. I lost, so naturally I honor our agreement."

Wang Yanqiu understood her own fate well. If she followed the path her father had laid out, she would never know love in her whole life. There had always been a rebellious streak in her nature—otherwise she never would have run away from home to study in Songjiang.

So she did not mind being wild one more time, rebellious one more time. At the very least, this was one thing she could decide for herself. Even if the man before her was utterly infuriating, in all fairness, he was the man she had spent the most time with in her entire life. Never mind what she thought of him—the matter had come to this point, so she might as well go through with it.

Seeing that Yang Ce was still unmoved, Wang Yanqiu gave a radiant smile, reached up and pulled off her little vest, then swung herself around to straddle Yang Juehuan's lap and asked softly, "Am I pretty?"

Gazing at the two little jade rabbits exposed to the air, Yang Juehuan swallowed involuntarily and nodded as if in a trance. "Pretty."

"Do you want me?" Wang Yanqiu pressed on.

Yang Ce could hold back no longer. To hell with whatever this girl was up to—he could not take it anymore. He had just been about to make his move when he suddenly felt Wang Yanqiu's entire upper body lean over him, the two jade rabbits pressing down onto Yang Juehuan's face.

"Mmph—" Yang Ce groaned indistinctly, thinking, damn it all, who's actually assaulting whom here? Seems like we've got the roles mixed up.

Right after that, Yang Ce felt a hand groping toward his crotch, working hard to undo his belt. Perhaps because the buckle was unusual, Wang Yanqiu fiddled with it for ages without getting it open. Yang Ce was about to help when he suddenly felt a chill at his waist, and the belt came loose.

Yang Ce was puzzling over it when he glanced out of the corner of his eye and nearly jumped out of his skin. Holy shit—this girl really was an assassin's daughter. In her hand, from who knew where, had appeared a gleaming dagger.

And Wang Yanqiu had just used that dagger, produced from nowhere, to slice through Yang Juehuan's belt.

At the sight before him, Yang Ce broke out in a cold sweat. This girl—if she had taken it into her head just now to geld him, he would have had nowhere to go to cry about it.

But Wang Yanqiu clearly had no intention of harming Yang Juehuan. Having completed its mission, the dagger was casually tossed to the floor.

As for whether Huan got completely undressed, Wang Yanqiu did not much care—after all, a man only needed to drop his pants to do the deed.

"Ah—"