Noble Marriage
Chapter 682: Either Way, She’s at a Disadvantage

Chapter 682: Chapter 682: Either Way, She’s at a Disadvantage

Yesterday, in the study, he didn’t notice any slipup; who knew if today her luck would still be as good.

What if she had bad luck and he noticed something?

By then, she wouldn’t be able to leave, and the situation would become unmanageable.

"Really, I can’t, stop it quickly!"

"I can’t stop..." When the woman he loved kissed him actively, if he had no reaction, he wouldn’t be a man.

Besides, he had been starving for a long time, and those few times yesterday solved nothing.

Lin Xinlan was pushing hard against his head, hastily saying, "I promised Xiaocong that I’d take him to school today. What if he comes and sees us? Stop it quickly, I promise you, how about I help you change your clothes?"

Rong Shaoze was very irritated, he pulled away her hands and pressed down firmly, not letting her move.

"Who cares what he does?! Let the driver take him to school."

"No! I made a promise to the kid, I can’t break my word to him; otherwise, how can I educate him in the future?"

"Can’t we send him tomorrow?"

Lin Xinlan shook her head seriously, "No."

The man saw her determination and immediately felt aggrieved. He buried his face in her neck and purposely rubbed against her with his body, murmuring, "Then what about me?"

Lin Xinlan’s face turned embarrassingly red, she looked at the ceiling with her eyes wide open and stammered, "You can... take a cold shower..."

"That’s bad for the health."

"...You can endure it for a bit."

"I can’t hold back, besides, that can cause problems."

"..." Lin Xinlan was at a loss for words, "This won’t work, that won’t work; what do you suggest we do then?"

Rong Shaoze had been waiting just for her to say this; he slightly curved the corners of his mouth, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

"I have a very quick, and perfect method."

"What method?" Lin Xinlan naively asked.

The man took her hand and seductively said in a husky voice, "You use your hand to help me solve it..."

Lin Xinlan widened her eyes in shock and vehemently shouted, "Rong Shaoze, you can’t!"

...

The satiated man was grinning from ear to ear with pride, like a cat that had stolen cream, utterly satisfied.

Lin Xinlan’s face was flushed; she cast her eyes down, not daring to glance at him.

Rong Shaoze stuffed his shirt into her hands, spreading his arms like a master, proudly saying, "You said it, help me get dressed."

Lin Xinlan clenched the shirt tightly, grinding her teeth in resentment.

"But I’m the one at a disadvantage, why should I still help you get dressed? Do it yourself!"

Saying this, she was about to give the shirt back to him.

Rong Shaoze dodged, giving her a sideways glance with an ambiguously teasing smile, "If you think you’re at a disadvantage, I can serve you too, to make it up to you. How about that?"

Lin Xinlan was speechless.

Who would want his compensation? It would still be her at a loss.

"I don’t need your compensation."

"Then hurry up and help me get dressed. If you don’t, I’ll compensate you," said Rong Shaoze with a hint of amusement and a proud tone.

Why hadn’t she noticed this shameless side of him before?

This man, indeed, would shine brilliantly if you gave him an inch of sunlight.

Just being a little nice to him, and he’d raise his tail up to the sky.

Lin Xinlan glared at him irritatedly but still helped him put on his black shirt.

Rong Shaoze’s shirts were all custom-made and handcrafted.

The material felt great to the touch, fitting him well and perfectly enhancing his distinguished air.

Even the buttons were made of platinum.

Every detail showcased his extraordinary status.