The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Chapter 862 - 859: Human-Shaped Tool (Part 8)

Double agent—she herself was actually wavering between both sides. Old Zhou had long since been avoiding her. No matter how beautiful a woman is, once you’ve played enough, you just feel she’s nothing special. The goddess in many men’s hearts is probably someone the man who actually got her already finds utterly disgusting.

Rina understood this all too well, so when it came to Zhou Ting, she had no way out.

Gradually, she grew ambitious—only by truly taking down Wan Donglin could she completely turn her life around.

Her hands kneaded him even more gently, and then slowly moved downward...

Her breath was practically brushing his ear, and that deliberately refined, faint fragrance of hers was enough to make anyone dizzy.

"Third Young Master... sigh, I’ve really been exhausted these days... I just want to have a stable life as soon as possible... even if it means losing all this current glory and wealth, I don’t care..."

A pitiful beauty is even more lethal than a seductive one.

Then her hands kept moving down...

Her whole body slowly, completely molded itself against his chest.

Very clearly, she was wrapped up in a pair of large hands.

That scorching heat suddenly surged up.

Even Rina herself felt light-headed: God, those big hands.

Men are always despising women as yesterday’s wilted flowers, saying once you’re past forty you’re like bean dregs.

Little do they know, men are exactly the same.

A man’s strong arms, powerful body, boundless energy, the dense smell of hormones... all of that—how could old men possibly compare?

No matter how great the power, how vast the wealth, an old man can never buy this kind of allure.

All her life she’d circled around wealthy tycoons and high-ranking officials, but those Tycoons with their fat heads, big ears, beer bellies, and all kinds of overindulgence that left them shiny on the outside and rotten within... she was always coaxing them, flattering them, letting them think they were something special.

But in truth, she’d long since been sick to death of old men.

It hadn’t been easy, finally meeting a pair of iron-clamp-strong arms on a man like this.

She pressed herself tight, tighter against him, so close she could feel his taut muscles, his solid bones... all these years, he’d kept exercising, kept his body in shape, kept his energy overflowing.

Rina suddenly felt desire flare.

Her whole body slid down, burrowing fully into his embrace...

Suddenly, her feet left the ground, she was almost lifted up, but in the next second, she was already set down steadily on the sofa.

The man was now standing in front of her.

In her dazed arousal, she was at a loss, lips slightly parted, her breathing rapid: "Third Young Master..."

Wan Donglin smiled. "It’s getting late. I should get going."

She suddenly felt furious—on what grounds?

All her life she’d been invincible with men; as long as they were male, they’d swarm around her like flies, chasing, blocking, cornering her, all racking their brains trying to get a piece of her... When had it ever been like this? She’d already brought out all eighteen weapons in her arsenal, and yet this man actually pushed her away.

She suddenly felt humiliated, as if her charm had been dealt a massive blow, and because of that, she grew even more flustered and panicked, her heart pounding with fear.

"Third Young Master, what do you mean by this?"

Wan Donglin smiled.

She sat up, narrowed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, her gaze was razor sharp: "These days I’ve been playing along with you, putting on a show, you even stay at my place, yet you’re always handling things on your own, never spending time with me. Am I really that worthless? In your eyes I have no charm at all? Wan Donglin, are you some kind of modern-day Liu Xiahui?"

Wan Donglin remained perfectly composed. "Rina, I’m very sorry."

She clenched her teeth. "So you do feel sorry?"