Chairman Husband, Too Boorish - 161
Chapter 161 : Let Me Go, Let Me Catch My Breath.
(T/N : Warning, Sex Scene Included.)
"Didn't you say you were going to send me to England? Go ahead and send me. I think … it would be better if we separated."
She thought this was probably the most correct path between them.
Because she loved him too much, she couldn't bear to resent him, but she couldn't not resent him either, and there were too many knots of resentment in her heart. It was better to separate than to remain in this stalemate.
Time—those two words have magic; they can heal all wounds.
Yan Liang said this not on a whim. Actually, she had probably already had this thought when they were on the mountaintop.
She definitely had to go to England. Before, she didn't want to leave because she didn't want to be separated from Liang Xi Cheng. After Qin Mu Hua's incident, even if she agreed to leave, she wasn't really in the mood. But now, the child was gone, the truth from over 20 years ago was impacting her, and her mother seemed to be out of danger. She felt that leaving was a good choice. However, her saying she wanted to leave now felt completely different to Liang Xi Cheng.
He wanted her to leave, to ensure her safety, and to ensure he had no worries. But hadn't she always been reluctant to leave? Now, she was saying it so bluntly; this kind of "leaving" was different from the previous "leaving."
Liang Xi Cheng frowned, his grip on her tightening rather than loosening, making Yan Liang feel a slight pain from the pressure. His deep voice carried a hint of coldness, "Seperate? Explain to me, what do you mean by 'seperate'?!"
Yan Liang, on the other hand, calmed down, her eyes clear. "I know, you know everything. If you insist on an explanation, then I'll say—it's what you think. Xi Cheng, let's break up."
Liang Xi Cheng felt his heart constantly hanging high, the thin rope above his head unable to hold for long. He should have known it would eventually break, yet he always clung to a sliver of hope. Knowing this, he knew she couldn't understand, but he still thought, maybe … maybe?
Perhaps she could understand, could forgive.
Ultimately, it was just a laughable thought, a pipe dream.
“Break up?” Liang Xi Cheng's gaze was deep, the words escaping his thin lips carrying a hint of ferocity. “Those two words are completely unsuitable for us. I'll pretend I didn't hear them. Yan Liang, listen to me, take those words back.”
“How can I take back words that have already been spoken?”
Yan Liang looked at him with that calm gaze, shaking her head. "You said the word 'breakup' isn't suitable for us. Do you want me to say 'divorce'? I … um—" Her words were swallowed by Liang Xi Cheng's domineering kiss.
Yan Liang's voice caught in her throat. For the first time, in his arms, being kissed by him, she frowned, struggling violently. But the more she struggled, the more Liang Xi Cheng felt his emotions spiraling out of control. The fear of losing her swelled within him, and in the end, his reluctance, or perhaps his unwillingness to let go, was all expressed in this kiss.
Unlike any of his previous kisses, neither tender nor gentle, his kiss was urgent, like desperately trying to grasp the sand in an hourglass, knowing full well it would eventually slip through his fingers, yet unwilling to give up, determined to hold on.
His tongue forcefully forced its way into her mouth. Yan Liang tried to resist in vain, but Liang Xi Cheng grabbed her chin and pressed it down hard. The woman in his arms let out a soft moan, her teeth parted, and Liang Xi Cheng kissed her more deeply. Yan Liang's breathing quickly became erratic, and the strength she had been using to pull at his shirt became weak.
She didn't know how much time had passed; when she felt her mind was almost blank, Liang Xi Cheng finally released her, but still held her possessively. He bent down, picked her up, and strode towards the villa entrance.
Yan Liang's consciousness was still somewhat confused. The sudden lightness made her realize Liang Xi Cheng was holding her. She gasped, grabbing his wrist, "... Put me down!"
Liang Xi Cheng said nothing, his face grim, and strode into the villa.
Previously, a housekeeper would come to clean this villa once a week. However, after Liang Xi Cheng and Yan Liang got married, they moved in directly, so now the housekeepers live here and take care of Yan Liang's meals. It wasn't too late today, and someone was cleaning the living room. Upon seeing Liang Xi Cheng carrying Yan Liang in, their expressions varied.
Yan Liang felt especially awkward. Although everyone in the house knew that she and Liang Xi Cheng had a legitimate relationship, she still wasn't used to being so uninhibited in front of outsiders. She was perfectly capable of doing anything, yet she insisted on being carried in; people who didn't know better would wonder what was wrong with her.
Her mood worsened. Liang Xi Cheng carried her upstairs, Yan Liang's face completely darkening, the passion from his kiss replaced by cold indifference. She clenched her fists angrily, striking his firm chest, her legs kicking wildly. "Do you have to do this? Can't we talk things out? Put me down! I can walk by myself, Liang ... Xi ... Cheng!"
Liang Xi Cheng reached the master bedroom door, kicked it open, and carried Yan Liang inside, placing her on his soft, large bed. Yan Liang struggled to get up, but Liang Xi Cheng pulled off his coat, tossed it aside, and pressed his tall frame between her legs, pinning her down again.
"What are you doing?" Yan Liang's tone was harsh; she was genuinely angry. Those pent-up frustrations had been building in her heart, and now this man was acting so savagely and domineeringly, her heart sank even further. "You—you shouldn't be like this! You're making me angry!"
Liang Xi Cheng's pupils contracted slightly, his voice deepening. "Angry? Yan Liang, weren't you angry just now? Tell me, what you said just now was just said in anger, huh?"
"…"
Yan Liang took a deep breath, her hands barely touching his chest. Looking into those captivating eyes so close to hers, she turned her face away, trying to speak calmly. "Xi Cheng, I wasn't angry just now. Every word I said to you was serious. You know me; I'm not the kind of woman who cries and throws tantrums over trivial matters. Since I said those things to you, it means I considered them carefully. But the way you're acting now … it makes me feel like you're being unreasonable. Get up! If you keep acting like this, I'll really get angry!"
Liang Xi Cheng smiled. He rarely smiled, but he smiled more often at Yan Liang. Yan Liang had always found Liang Xi Cheng's smile incredibly rare, so whether it was a slight smile or a wide, expressive one, it always captivated her and left an unforgettable impression.
But this smile now broke her heart.
His deep, slightly hoarse voice made her heart ache. "I'd rather you be angry with me. You should be angry. Yan Liang, what happened was beyond our control. I know how weak and powerless 'I'm sorry' is. I want to keep you, you know? It wasn't you, who asked to go to England, it was just that I didn't want you to erase me from your heart. Don't say goodbye, and definitely don't say divorce. You know I can't let you go, and I won't let you go because of those things. You're mine. I've said it before, for the rest of my life, Bai Yan Liang will always be Liang Xi Cheng's wife, do you hear me?"
He leaned down, his thin lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss. He didn't deepen the kiss, but remained pressed against her lips, unwilling to pull away.
The large room was silent, the only sound the slow, intertwined breaths of the two of them, a quiet that was almost unbearable.
Yan Liang's lips trembled, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. Her eyes stung, and she couldn't hold back the tears that streamed down her cheeks.
Liang Xi Cheng's long fingers gently pressed against her smooth skin. His deep eyes shone with an intense, almost overwhelming emotion, yet at its deepest level, a heartbreaking sadness.
Yan Liang's heart was a jumble of emotions at this moment, a mix of feelings, but the most intense was—pain and heartache.
She had always loved his eyes, cool and alluring, eyes that should have been composed and detached.
But now, they held only sorrow and grief. Yan Liang felt a tightness in her throat, a painful ache, and tears welled up even more quickly. She moved her lips, her voice hoarse and trembling uncontrollably, "... If even being together is ... so difficult, why force it? I know, I know I can't blame you, I've never blamed you, but I'm sorry ... I'm sorry I can't be indifferent, I can't, I'm in so much pain too, Xi Cheng ... let me go, let me catch my breath, I just want to catch my breath ..."
Liang Xi Cheng said nothing, gazing at the woman beneath him with a deep, complex look, then cupped her face and kissed her again.
Unlike the fierce kiss outside the door, this time his kiss was gentle, lingering, yet filled with an irresistible depth.
Her tears were bitter, and he gently licked them away with the tip of his tongue. Her long eyelashes, wet with tears, trembled. Liang Xi Cheng felt a pang of pain in his heart, and couldn't help but reach out and cover her eyes. Then, he kissed her lips, bringing waves of intense passion and desire.
—Let me go, let me catch my breath …
Those words she had just uttered echoed repeatedly in Liang Xi Cheng's mind. He knew better than anyone that she had given him her best, that she had tried her utmost.
And he wasn't unwilling to let go, he simply couldn't bear to.
Because he loved her too much.
…
Deep within, anxiety and unease raged fiercely. His kisses tightened, his hands slowly moving down from her face to her waist, one hand reaching around to cup her hips, pulling her body closer to his. Liang Xi Cheng closed his eyes slightly, feeling the surge of desire within him; he had no intention of suppressing it.
He craved her, wanted to possess her, wanted to enter her body, wanted to experience the most thrilling lovemaking, let him feel that she is still beside him.
His fingers lifted the hem of her clothes, slipping inside, reaching behind her back, and unhooking her bra. With a sudden lightness at her chest, Yan Liang realized her bra was off. She let out a soft "Mmm."
Liang Xi Cheng, afraid she would reject him, intensified his kisses, making them even more passionate and skillful. Yan Liang was no match for him. Her remaining rationality began to crumble. Under his hot breath, her heart pounded wildly. Her fingers, which had been tightly gripping the sheets, loosened, then tightened again, then loosened, then tightened again … Over and over again, Liang Xi Cheng had stripped her naked.
When she felt her body being laid flat, Yan Liang felt a chill on her chest. Opening her hazy eyes, she saw Liang Xi Cheng kneeling between her legs, his shirt already removed, his hand unbuckling his belt.
Yan Liang knew what he was going to do, and felt a little resistant. She instinctively wanted to escape, but Liang Xi Cheng noticed her movement and acted faster. He placed his hand on her smooth, white, and slender shoulders, leaned down, and kissed her lips again, while quickly unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his trousers, pulling them down with a tug.
He reached down and pressed his hands against the base of her thighs. Yan Liang was already completely naked. When his large hands touched her, she couldn't help but tremble. When his fingers pressed against the most sensitive spot between her legs, Yan Liang's slightly parted red lips let out a soft, "Mmm."
The alluring voice made Liang Xi Cheng's adam's apple bob. He inserted two fingers into her body, drawing out a hint of wetness. He gently bit her lip, "Baby, give it to me, I want you."
Yan Liang shook her head helplessly. Her body was already aroused by his skillful technique. He knew her sensitive spots all too well, but a sliver of reason seemed to still remain in her mind, desperately struggling. She couldn't speak, and Liang Xi Cheng wouldn't let her speak either, continuing to silence her with a kiss—heavy, light, lingering, gentle, domineering … using different sensations to bring her increasingly intense feelings.
Unable to bear the cold, her legs trembled slightly. Liang Xi Cheng's fingers, buried inside her, twitched, then withdrew, immediately causing the woman beneath him to tremble even more violently.
He knew she was aroused. He withdrew his fingers, the ambiguous silver threads from her body gently smearing them on her skin. Then he reached out and grasped her soft breasts, squeezing them lightly.
"... Mmm ... Mmm ..." A broken moan escaped her lips. Liang Xi Cheng's breathing deepened. He used his knee to pry open her legs, reaching down to grasp his already erect penis. His other hand found a soft spot on her breast, gently tugging, and quickly felt her nipple harden.
"... Uh ... Mmm ... Don't ... I ... I feel uncomfortable ..." she moaned, her delicate eyebrows unconsciously furrowing, her legs instinctively trying to clamp together, but instead landing right on Liang Xi Cheng's waist. Liang Xi Cheng felt a thin layer of sweat trickle down his forehead. He released her lips, feeling her heavy breathing. He lowered his gaze, used his hand to tease his already hardened desire, and then, with one hand, gently probed the tip into her body.
That tingling sensation, as if it had grown legs, instantly spread throughout Yan Liang's body. She trembled even more violently. He didn't insert it all the way in, but just held the tip, moving it in and out of her entrance with gentle thrusts.
This friction was undoubtedly the most agonizing.
Yan Liang wasn't unfamiliar with desire; they had done it many times before. He had stirred her desire like this, yet refused to give her complete satisfaction. Yan Liang felt only discomfort, twisting her body, gripping his arm, breathing heavily, shaking her head repeatedly, yet still wanting it.
“… Don’t do this … Don’t torture me … Mmm … No … Xi Cheng, I … I’m in pain … Mmm …”
“You want mine too, don’t you?” Liang Xi Cheng’s eyes were as deep as a dark sea, filled with intense lust. He was no less suffering than she was, but what he wanted wasn’t just her body, but also her heart—the heart he believed was now teetering on the brink of collapse.
Taking a deep breath, he leaned down, tugging at her nipple, his rough voice seductively whispering in her ear, “… Baby, tell me, do you love me? Tell me, and I’ll give you everything you want …”
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