The only word to describe the scene in the car now was indecent. Hot breaths and the scent of cum emanated from the passionate affair into the tight space, lighting up a fire that only seemed to spread and grow with each passing touch and kiss.
Yanyue moaned softly against Beichen's ear. Her legs clung tightly to his waist while her hands snaked around his neck, and then while holding onto her breath, she would ride him slowly and deeply. He was big and hot, and she was sensitive and full of desire.
She almost lost her balance. Beichen wrapped his arms around her back and laid her on the cushion. He had his knee on the leather seat and his other leg supporting them from the floor and swiftly readjusted himself into her hot core again. It was torture just being out of her for a second.
Beichen had done every possible and unimaginable sex position with Yanyue. It was different and adventurous every time. He loved it when she was underneath him and all under his mercy.
He would kiss her from the top of her nape down to the back, and she would shiver and raise her knees high in the chasm of pleasure. She was conservative and indifferent in front of him, but underneath him, she was a little wild cat with nowhere to run except into his trap.
She was submissive, but it was a different story when she fought for dominance. Beichen had never rejected it. She hounded him from the top, and he could see the way she craved for him with how fast or slow she moved. He particularly loved it when she would close her eyes, her mouth an O shape, and her head flung back as she reached her peak and spasmed wildly. Her chest rose up and down like a rollercoaster, and it was a euphoric sight every time. It always ended with him taking a bite of her nipples before extracting himself.
He couldn't deny that she was like an opium plant that his body could not live without consuming. And he didn't know whether it was him torturing her or the other way around.
Regardless of what would happen, she could never flee his grasp because no one who had conspired against him had ever gone away unscathed.
"Ugn!"
He groaned and thrust harder, finding his release when he felt the woman tightening below.
Yanyue listened to Beichen coming inside her and followed soon after him, breathing hard with her eyes closed and lips apart.
There was silence in the car, but their panting was loud and clear.
They were attached together like a puzzle piece, and Yanyue was hesitant to let go yet. She still wanted to stay connected with him because she missed this feeling of him pulsating inside of her.
"Jun," she whispered his name softly, and it almost sounded like a hum.
"Jun..."
It was his name, the name of the person she gave all her firsts to. He was her savior. But he was also her destroyer. However, she was a human, and her emotions waver at times. At least at this moment, she deserved a little happiness and warmth which enveloped her like a cocoon. She missed it. She missed the past, and she missed Jun so much.
But the reality was harsh, and she had to wake up.
"Schedule a conference tomorrow. Wanyue didn't know and made a mistake."
They were still comfortably inside each other, but that meant nothing because he had never thought of her. His mind was always on another woman.
Yanyue's heart dropped a degree, feeling like drenching in cold water. She pushed Beichen away and removed herself from him. He had so much energy that even after a long time in the car did not make his cock soft. But she didn't care anymore.
She smirked and said coldly, "It was more than a mistake. It cost my mother and Klotho's reputation."
Beichen zipped his pants, neatened his tailored suit, and then sat back down. He did not look like he had just ejaculated inside her.
Yanyue examined herself and felt it unfair that she was a mess compared to him. She sat up and also straightened down her clothes. She was not naked, but her bra got snagged off during their passion. It was now lying beside the seat on the floor.
She did not bother to put the bra back on and stepped out of the car.
"You really could do anything to protect her," she paused and turned around to face him, "but I won't let you take anything important away from me again."
Beichen did not express much concern even after Yanyue's declaration.
Without lingering anymore, Yanyue took one last glance at Beichen and went inside the mansion.
She had always been a little submissive and never rejected him in any way because she had a lot to lose. And her love for him had no stain. More importantly, she wasn't herself before. But now that she had recovered her memories, he was just someone she shared a bed with. Sooner or later, she would discard him like back then as when he played her.
It had been more than four years. So, yes, it was indeed time to end this facade.
That night, Yanyue had a dream of her dead child. He wasn't bloody or crying in a basket anymore. He was a little boy now. He was holding her hand and guiding her toward the light that was shining down on them in this veil of darkness of the dreamscape.
A bright new day began, and the morning news was about Wayue and her mother's disgraceful loss at their game. However, it was a hopeful growth period for Klotho once again as thousands of record-breaking orders came through the computer and phone.
"President Yang is here to see you," Anxia said after opening the door.
But before Yanyue could say anything, Yanfeng came into the office and handed her a bouquet.
"For the only one!"
His enthusiasm was contagious, and Yanyue returned his smile. She took the bunch of flowers and smelled it.
"I like lavender."
She set the flowers down on her desk and did not forget to say, "Thank you...for the last time as well. The flowers you sent were beautiful. You're the only one who knows me here."
"Lulu..." Yanfeng had a nostalgic look on his face.
Yanyue looked at him and quickly glanced away.
"She doesn't exist anymore."
Yanfeng sat on the couch and crossed his legs. He sighed and closed his eyes.
"Was it that bastard who did this to you?!"
He was angry. They grew up together and were like family. She was the only person who understood him. It hurt him to imagine what she had gone through to be here pretending to be someone else.
His family sent him away to Zanark because they thought he was sick.
He never liked how the boys played. They were violent and prone to injuries from all the pranks that they did. They bullied him for not being as strong as they were. And when they played with their toy guns outside, he snuck around with the girls to play house and dolls.
It was one summer.
"Ah! What are you doing?!"
Madam Yang panicked and walked over to the young Yanfeng. She whipped the doll that the little boy was holding onto out of his hand and threw it away.
"What are you wearing?!"
She knelt and grasped the little boy's shoulder.
"Take this off!"
Then, she tore off the princess dress.
"Mother..." Little Yanfeng was shocked and taken aback. He had never seen his mother this angry with him before and did not know why she was yelling at him.
Madam Yang ignored her son sobbing sadly and continued to rip the dress apart.
After that, little Yanfeng, who was only six, was sent away to the Shrine. His mother and father claimed it was for his health, but he knew it was because they believed he would be healed there. They thought that that place would bring their little boy back.
While he was there, he met Lucianna. She was the little princess that got abandoned by her own family. They were much alike and came to become each other's support. And that was why he would never forget her, no matter how much she changed and denied that she was not his Lulu.
When he first saw her at his welcome party, he thought she was her twin sister because he knew she had a twin sister. Her name was Lucianne. But he knew who she was the minute she opened her mouth to speak her first words, to say that he had gotten the wrong person. After observing her for a while, he was confident that she was indeed Lulu and that she had assumed the identity of the older young lady from the Shen family.
He did not understand why or how she had gotten from Zanaark to Yilonguo. But he would be there for her whenever she needed help, especially since trouble always seemed to follow her like a restless spirit.
Yanfeng was more hotheaded than he made himself to be in public, and Yanyue knew this better than anyone else. If he made up his mind about something, he would find a way to make it real, just like his dreams of traveling the world.
He had a weak heart since he was a young kid, and the doctor told him he would not live after his seventh birthday. Yanfeng set out to travel the world after he turned seven, and wherever he traveled, he would send her postcards and letters. It had been more than fifteen years, and the last time she received a letter from him was four years ago when she was still in Zanaark.
"Forget about me. Tell me about your trips," Yanyue asked and tried to steer the conversation away from herself. She was not ready to tell him the details about her and Beichen.
"Lulu, you know that I can find out if I want to with my current status as the president of the Yang Enterprise, so there is no need to hide it from me," Yanfeng said.
Yanyue did not reply and just glanced toward the window.
If there was one thing that Yanfeng could not always tolerate, then it was the fact that the woman in front of him was a stubborn person. She had a will so strong as the ocean current that it was impossible to bring it down.
"I went to Zanaark four years ago, but everything changed. Your uncle took over the country and executed everyone who supported your father's regime. I tried to find you, but I couldn't. I was so afraid that one of those people would... be you."
He closed his eyes and sighed.
"When I saw you at the welcome party, I was in disbelief but thanked the gods that you were okay. Since then, I have promised myself to protect you from harm."
Yanyue froze, but her heart was cruising wildly like cars on a racing track. She had been trying to bury those memories. She did not want to remember a second of the memory because she betrayed her whole country. She was so weak that she could not do anything at that time. All she could do was to take on another identity and escape, hoping that that would make her less of a sinner. But she realized now that she was such a coward.