Rekindled Hearts: The Tycoon’s Reluctant Love
Chapter 472 - Chapter 472 Chapter 470 I Cant Forget You

Chapter 472: Chapter 470: I Can’t Forget You! Chapter 472: Chapter 470: I Can’t Forget You! With the fragrance of soft, warm jade in his arms, smelling the faint scent on her body, Gu Siting felt an unreal sensation.

His large hand wrapped around her waist tightened its grip a bit more.

Almost as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones and blood.

This audacious woman actually had the guts to come looking for him!

After arriving in the Northern Desert, despite the endless dangers, he felt no fear, yet her arrival struck him with terror.

He feared she would get hurt, feared she would get captured!

Ming Yao, observing the unpredictable shifts in the man’s pupils, cradled his handsome face with her small hands, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed his thin lips.

The next second, the man turned from passive to aggressive, deeply kissing her back.

Ming Yao gasped for air from his kisses, pushing against his shoulders with both hands, “Gu Siting…”

The man seemed not to hear her voice as he pushed her onto the wooden bed.

The instant Ming Yao fell back, the man’s towering body pressed down upon her.

His large hand reached for the clothes on her body, and Ming Yao held down his hand, “Don’t mess around.”

Gu Siting’s dark eyes bore into hers, “Wasn’t it you who seduced me first?”

Ming Yao was at a loss for words.

“Just a kiss, and you call that seduction?” Ming Yao glanced toward the door; although the room had a door, it lacked a lock. What if someone barged in and saw them?

Gu Siting kissed the woman’s cheek, “Don’t you miss me?”

“I just wanted to see you, not get into your bed.”

Gu Siting chuckled softly, “A woman who says one thing and means another.” Saying so, he leaned in for another kiss.

Ming Yao pushed him away again.

“The door isn’t locked, and you reek of sweat.”

Gu Siting’s tongue touched the back of his molars, and with a smile that was not quite a smile, he said, “Do you despise me?”

Before Ming Yao could say anything, he stood up.

In front of her, he unbuttoned his top and stepped out of the room, bare-chested.

He had the classic inverted triangle physique, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, tall and long-legged, every inch of him exuded masculine pheromones.

The muscles of his back and shoulder blades were slightly raised, like a pair of beautiful little wings, a typical case of looking thinner clothed, but full of muscle underneath.

Ming Yao watched, her face flushed and heart racing. She propped her chin on her hand, a smile curling at the corners of her lips, unabashedly admiring his fine physique.

The man suddenly turned his head back, and upon seeing her unblinkingly staring at him, the corners of his lips curved with a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

…

Jiang Yan had injured her shoulder and could not go to the communal baths, and the accommodations here were crude, without bathrooms in the rooms. She carried a bucket of water to her room to wash herself.

After wiping herself down mostly, she put on her undergarment and was about to fasten the buttons when suddenly someone pushed the door open.

Jing Hang, reeking of alcohol, stumbled in.

Jiang Yan turned her head, meeting Jing Hang’s bloodshot peach blossom eyes filled with hostility, and she broke out in goosebumps.

She quickly looked away, trying to fasten her buttons, but the more flustered she became, the more she fumbled.

Seeing that the man at the door showed no sign of leaving, she furrowed her brows, “Get out, we can talk after I’ve dressed properly!”

Jing Hang did not leave.

As he stepped closer to her, Jiang Yan quickly pulled the bedsheet from the bed, wrapping it around herself.

She turned back to face him.

In the silent and rigid space, it was as if sparks were crackling and bursting into flames.

Jing Hang took a large stride forward, standing right in front of Jiang Yan.

He looked her up and down.

His peach blossom eyes were brimming with a cold, hateful rage.

If she hadn’t heard his exchange with Ming Yao, Jiang Yan might not have taken his look seriously.

Learning of Jing Zhao’s accident left her filled with immeasurable guilt and heaviness in her heart.

Young and ignorant, she had let an innocent person pay with their life. It was her fault!

“Jing Hang, I’m very sorry.”

Jing Hang narrowed his dangerous peach-blossom eyes, “You, a woman who plays with other people’s feelings, know how to apologize?”

Jiang Yan clenched her hands into fists by her sides.

She remembered the time they spent studying at the boys’ school. Jing Hang had been truly good to her–even if she had asked for the stars in the sky, he would have plucked them for her!

“Jing Hang, I heard what you said to Miss Ming. I understand that you hate me because Jing Zhao had an accident, but now I have my own mission. After I settle my score with Jiang Rui, if you want my life, I’ll give it to you!”

Jing Hang tugged at the corner of his lips, and a sinister look flashed across his handsome, bewitching face. He grabbed Jiang Yan’s chin and leaned in, “My life for yours, is that it?”

He let out a cold laugh.

Before Jiang Yan could say anything, his large palm fiercely gripped her throat.

Like a provoked lion, he strangled her ruthlessly, his body emanating a fierce, gloomy aura.

Jiang Yan’s brows furrowed tightly. She didn’t fight back, instead closing her eyes, letting Jing Hang strangle her.

A few seconds later, just as she was about to run out of breath, he suddenly released her, “Rather than taking your life directly, I think it’s more interesting to play with you slowly!”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan felt her blood run cold.

“Jing Hang, I can trade a life for a life, but I will never let you humiliate me!”

Jing Hang stared at Jiang Yan for a few seconds. Seemingly thinking of something, he suddenly pushed her forcefully onto the bed.

Jiang Yan, already injured on her shoulder, gasped in pain from his rough shove.

Jing Hang’s tall figure pressed toward her.

His long fingers with distinct knuckles tore at the bedsheets wrapped around her.

Jiang Yan’s expression turned stern, “Jing Hang, you can’t do this, stop immediately!”

Jing Hang’s lips curled up in a cold sneer, “You think that’s possible?”

Seeing that Jing Hang wouldn’t listen to her, Jiang Yan stopped struggling and looked him straight in the eyes, “Jing Hang, don’t tell me you haven’t gotten over me yet?”

In fact, when Jing Hang overheard her talking with her best friend back then, Jiang Yan had noticed him.

She had let him know because she didn’t want to continue making mistakes or deceiving him anymore.

As for Jing Zhao, he was using a pseudonym at the time, not Jing Zhao, and she had not linked him with Jing Hang.

Jing Zhao had pursued her for two years, his temperament gentle, very similar to her first love. Being with him, she had wondered if Jing Zhao was the reincarnation of her first love?

She was indeed moved by his sincerity. When he confessed for the last time, she agreed to try dating him.

But as fate would have it, on the third day after she had accepted him, she met Jing Hang.

When Jing Hang asked her to break up with Jing Zhao, she agreed without hesitation.

When she left the country, she almost fled in a panic.

Deep down, she knew she had wronged both brothers.

Jing Hang, looking at Jiang Yan whose eyes were filled with indescribable thoughts, tugged at his lower lip, “You’re right, I indeed can’t forget you.”

With that, Jing Hang kissed Jiang Yan’s lips.

Jiang Yan was completely stunned.

With her eyes wide in disbelief, as she was lost in a daze, his voice, laden with mockery, reached her ears, “Miss Jiang really is as shameless as ever, huh? What, couldn’t find a man to sleep with you recently?”

He withdrew from her lips and brought up his large hand, wiping it vigorously.

As if repulsed by something utterly disgusting.

Jiang Yan felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head.

It was bone-chilling cold!

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End of the update~