Chapter 238: Chapter 238: Still Thinking of Rolling?
He deliberately drew out the last syllable, and his arm loosened a few notches further down.
Qin Sijue paid no attention to her cries; the more she feared, the lower he let go.
“Qin Sijue, I was wrong… I was really wrong!”
“Really? What did you do wrong?”
“I…” She glanced at the tumultuous waves behind her, “I won’t roll away…”
“Then say you love me.”
Gu Qiangwei froze, “What?”
He raised an eyebrow, and his hand loosened a bit more.
“Gu Qiangwei loves Qin Sijue!”
“Still thinking about rolling away?”
Qin Sijue’s lips curled into a smirk, his arm flexed and pulled her back up once more.
By this time, Gu Qiangwei was already scared stiff, her legs weak, her whole body collapsing in his arms, panting with a soul barely settled!
He, in contrast, was in high spirits, bending down to scoop her up horizontally and heading toward the black Maybach.
Gu Qiangwei thought she could finally rest easy and go home.
However, Qin Sijue had no plans to let her off so easily.
“You… what are you doing?”
Seeing him carry her into the back seat of the car without returning to the driver’s seat, Gu Qiangwei was somewhat stunned.
His tone was laden with ambiguity, “Doing, you.”
Before she could utter the full word ‘no,’ his domineering kiss descended upon her.
A cool sensation spread through her thighs, and Gu Qiangwei’s eyes widened as she felt his warm palm lift the hem of her gown…
This was in the car, he couldn’t possibly be thinking…
His large hand glided over her fair abdomen, slowly moving upward to an indescribable area, teasing her relentlessly.
Soon, Gu Qiangwei was so aroused by his provocation that she forgot where they were entirely.
After a furious round of activity, Gu Qiangwei lay drained on the seat.
When they returned to Jueyuan, she had no idea how she had gotten up to the room.
It wasn’t until the next morning, waking up with a sore ache, that she recalled, it seemed Qin Sijue had carried her to the room.
Turning her gaze, she found the other half of the bed empty.
Looking at the time, it was already past noon!
Supporting her aching body, Gu Qiangwei shuffled to the bathroom step by step. After a rinse and changing into a set of clothes, she finally went downstairs.
It was twelve-ten at midday, and Qin Bo had already had the servants prepare lunch.
Surprisingly, Qin Sijue was at home today…
Reaching the middle of the staircase and seeing Qin Sijue sitting on the sofa looking at documents, Gu Qiangwei paused.
It was not the weekend.
As if hearing her footsteps, the man on the sofa, who had been examining the documents, elegantly lifted his gaze to catch sight of the figure descending the stairs.
“You didn’t go to the office.” Gu Qiangwei walked over, the persistent soreness making her frown slightly, unable to relax.
“Mmh,” he hummed lightly, then gestured to her with a crooked finger, “Come here.”
His regal, imperious posture made Gu Qiangwei want to refuse, yet she found herself irresistibly following her steps toward him.
With an outstretched arm, he enveloped her into his embrace and picked up the document he had been perusing, “All of these have been checked one by one, none match your mother’s background.”
Looking at the stack of files in his hands, Gu Qiangwei felt a pang of disappointment in her heart.
She looked sideways at the man before her, “Which means, my mother… might no longer be alive, right?”
His deep eyes glanced at her, catching the fleeting glimpse of heartache and despair in the depths of her eyes, stirring a faint movement in his heart.