Chapter 302: You Shameless Bastard
"We agreed beforehand, I'm only helping you with massage and kneading." The moment Yang Jing walked through the door, she reminded Zhang Yang, then stuck her head back out, checked to make sure no one saw, and shut the door tightly.
Zhang Yang clasped his hands behind his back, looked around her room, then turned back to her with a grin: "Jing-jie, I never said I was going to do anything, did I?"
"Hmph, I don't believe you." Yang Jing twisted her slender waist like a water snake as she slipped past Zhang Yang, pulled off her coat, revealing her stunning figure. Maybe it was because she had been well-nourished lately, but her body had become even more voluptuous—full breasts, a slender waist, and her round, curvy hips wrapped tightly in a coffee-colored short skirt.
Under the skirt, her long snow-white legs were tightly wrapped in black stockings. She kicked off her purple high heels and sat on the edge of the bed.
Zhang Yang glanced at her, then walked over and sat down right beside her.
Yang Jing shot him a look and nudged him with her elbow: "Don't sit so close."
Her tone held no force at all—soft, weak… and seductive.
"Jing-jie, I did bring Teacher Feifei back for you though."
Yang Jing wrinkled her nose, glared at him, then looked at Zhang Yang helplessly: "Hmph, still pretending? Get on the bed."
Zhang Yang smiled faintly, followed her words, lay down, then paused and removed his jacket.
After taking off his jacket, he began to unbutton his shirt…
Seeing this, Yang Jing quickly reached out to stop him: "You bastard, you're being shameless again."
"Jing-jie!" Zhang Yang turned his head toward her, looking genuinely confused. "Who gets massages with clothes on? It won't work like that."
Yang Jing sighed helplessly and twisted him: "It's cold—can't you wait for me to turn on the heater?"
Saying that, she hurried to the bedside table, grabbed the remote, and turned on the heater.
When she turned back, Zhang Yang had already taken off his shirt and was lying face-down on her bed, hugging her pillow.
Yang Jing glanced once, then angrily slapped his butt: "I'm telling you, if anyone finds out later, I'll never forgive you."
"Mm! I'll jump out the window right away!" Zhang Yang said, voice muffled.
"Shameless!" Yang Jing was angry, but after thinking about it, she still sat down beside him, rolled up the sleeves of her dark green cotton jacket to her elbows, exposing her snow-white wrists, and rubbed her hands together.
After warming them, she placed her hands gently on Zhang Yang's back, gliding slowly along each joint.
The moment their skin touched, a ripple rose in both their hearts, though neither said a word. After massaging a while, Yang Jing felt uncomfortable sitting sideways. She stared at Zhang Yang's bare back and noticed he seemed half-asleep.
Hesitating a moment, she lifted both sides of her coffee-colored short skirt slightly.
Then she spread her legs and sat on the back of his thighs.
Yang Jing's technique was indeed good. After she massaged him for a while, Zhang Yang felt so comfortable he was nearly asleep. But once she sat like that, he instantly felt the warm softness enveloping his thighs… and near the base of them, a subtle, familiar bump. With his experience, Zhang Yang instantly knew what it was.
But he still pretended not to know. Yet as she massaged—
He deliberately shifted his thigh to rub against her sensitive spot. After a few times, Yang Jing felt it, her face reddened, and she reached to pinch him.
The moment her hand touched his neck, Zhang Yang flipped over, pinning her beneath him. Their eyes met, noses touched, and their breaths gradually grew heavy.
Yang Jing wanted to struggle but couldn't break free. She could only whisper weakly, "There are so many people outside… Someone might notice."
"Jing-jie, I want you!"
"You… I… I…" Yang Jing's entire face flushed. She wanted to resist, but her body had gone soft. Desire crushed her reason. Zhang Yang pinned her down, his hands wandering over her body, sliding toward the gap between her cotton jacket and short skirt, slipping inside, touching her smooth lower belly, climbing upward.
"I knew you'd act shameless…" After resisting briefly, Yang Jing finally surrendered to her inner desire. She stopped resisting and bit Zhang Yang's ear, whispering breathlessly, "Be gentle… mm…"
Before she finished, Zhang Yang had already sealed her lips, pushed past her teeth, captured her tongue. His hand inside her clothes reached her chest, unclasped her bra, and in one go pushed her tight dark-green cotton jacket up to her collarbone. His head lowered, burying itself between her snow-white peaks.
Yang Jing gasped and moaned, her swan-like white neck arching back, hot breath spilling into the air. Her hands clutched tightly at the blanket, her body twisting repeatedly like a lobster on a hot pan.
Zhang Yang had already stripped her bare. Yang Jing's skin was smooth as silk, snow-white like condensed milk, and carried a faint fragrance.
Like appreciating an artwork carved from white jade, Zhang Yang traced her from top to bottom, savoring every inch, then could no longer hold back. He parted her tightly closed white legs…
Yes, the insides of her thighs were flawless, with no so-called pink mole. But in this situation, who would even think about details like that…
"Gentle…"
"It's not a safe day today…"
A long while later, the two lay exhausted, embracing each other. Yang Jing pouted, wrapping a strand of her hair around her finger, tracing circles on Zhang Yang's chest.
"You bastard. You got your way again. I'm telling you, there won't be a next time." Yang Jing said unhappily.
"Hm? What do you think Teacher Feifei and your grandpa have been talking about for so long?" Zhang Yang pretended not to hear her, changing the subject.
Yang Jing was so angry she almost bit him. She pinched him hard: "Why is your skin so thick? Did you even hear a word I said?"
"Oh…" Zhang Yang responded vaguely. "What time is it?"
"Uh… hurry up and get up." Yang Jing jolted, jumped out of bed in a panic, ignoring her nakedness as she grabbed her clothes. "It's all your fault! If they find out, I'll never be able to show my face again!"
After cleaning up the battlefield, the two carefully snuck out of the room—right as Aunt Zhao was shouting for them.
Like two guilty thieves, they shrank their necks, exchanged a look, and hurried downstairs.
The hall was already full of people—Professor Chen and his medical team, Yang Shushan and his son, Yang Fei, a distant relative who drove for the Yang family… around a dozen people.
No one asked where Zhang Yang and Yang Jing had gone, but during the meal, Professor Chen praised Zhang Yang continuously. He probably didn't know about Zhang Yang and Qiao Xier, and after a few drinks, he even complimented Zhang Yang and Yang Fei as a perfect match. Once he started, the others chimed in.
Yang Shushan listened with pure delight. Yang Xiuguo felt a mix of joy and worry. Yang Jing looked complicated, while Yang Fei alone remained completely calm—neither shy nor angry.
Zhang Yang, meanwhile, felt like he was in boiling water—responding would be wrong, not responding would also be wrong.
Thankfully, just when everyone was focusing on him, his phone rang. He glanced around with an apologetic smile and left the table to answer it. This call was truly a lifesaver.
He saw the caller ID—it was Xu Danying.
He picked up, hearing her shouting excitedly: "Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law! I cracked the program! That… that person in the portrait seems to be in Meining… Two hours ago, he was last seen at the entrance of a small hostel in Wenlin Alley!"
"Wenlin Alley?" Zhang Yang frowned. That place was between Meining University and the villa, not far from Qianshui Street—an area full of mixed crowds. That Cheng Jisheng staying in a cheap hostel, probably without needing an ID, wasn't a bad way to hide.
And judging by this, he was clearly planning to come after Zhang Yang. From that location, it'd take him less than half an hour to reach the villa. Of course, with the magic eagle-eye surveillance system, Chen Tianxiong's men lurking, plus national security agents and local SWAT, attacking the villa would basically be suicide.
But just because he wouldn't attack directly didn't mean he wouldn't ambush. After all, he was in the dark; Zhang Yang in the light. As long as he waited for the right moment, he could still strike halfway.
So Zhang Yang couldn't sit and wait. He had to strike first and eliminate Cheng Jisheng.
The matter was urgent. He didn't bother with formalities, quickly apologizing to Yang Shushan and Yang Xiuguo, saying he had an emergency at home and needed to leave.
Seeing the anxiety on his face, neither made things difficult. At the villa entrance, Yang Jing followed him out and reminded him to be careful. Zhang Yang asked her to take care of Meixin, then hurried to his car.
Halfway through driving, he received a text message—from Yang Fei.
Just a few words: "Drive carefully!"
Zhang Yang felt a warmth in his heart. As far as he could remember, Yang Fei had never proactively texted him before!
Thinking a moment, he replied: "Got it. I'll pick you up at eight on the morning of the second day. Remember to get up early."
Less than a minute later, Yang Fei responded—two words.
"Bastard!"
Zhang Yang chuckled, stepped on the gas, and the car roared toward home. Tonight, he would end Cheng Jisheng once and for all.