Chapter Fifty-Two: To Go or Not to Go?

Walking alone along the winding path, Lin Yang’s happiness was written all over his face. There was no other reason for it—he was hurrying to see the woman who had captured his heart, the enchanting Tang Yixue.

Driving a police car was undeniably impressive. Traffic lights could be ignored, and nobody dared to protest when he ran a red. Other vehicles made way for him, and in congested areas, a blaring siren cleared the road in moments. Lin Yang felt utterly at ease during rush hour, traversing both major and minor roads without obstruction.

Before heading to Tang Yixue’s residence, Lin Yang called ahead, worried she might be busy and he’d arrive in vain. The phone call, however, brought forth a wave of gentle reproach from Tang Yixue. Their relationship had only recently blossomed; logically, they should have been deep in the throes of romance. Yet Lin Yang, caught up in endless tasks, had spent the past days cloistered in the laboratory, leaving the beautiful woman to wait alone. Tang Yixue’s complaints, therefore, were more than justified.

His driving was fast and skillful—a full hour’s flight down the road, the striking police car kicked up dust and, with a deft ninety-degree drift accompanied by a screech, pulled up at the curb.

Leaping out of the car, Lin Yang was brimming with energy, unable to conceal his joy. Truth be told, had he not stopped by the jewelry counter at Pearl Pavilion for a while, he would have arrived in half an hour.

Left hand cradling a bouquet of ninety-nine vibrant roses—symbols of true love—he took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell with his right hand. After more than twenty years as a bachelor, this formal rendezvous was his first.

As the door opened and Lin Yang prepared to present the roses with delight, his eyes widened in surprise. The person who greeted him was not Tang Yixue, but Aunt Wang, dressed as a housekeeper, smiling as she ushered him in.

Lin Yang had met Aunt Wang several times before and quickly composed himself, returning her smile, though his grip on the roses tightened nervously. First times are always a bit tense.

“Miss is in the upstairs hall,” Aunt Wang said, then turned away to resume her chores.

The quiet, almost intimidating living room made Lin Yang uneasy. Tang Yixue was not one for theatrics, but today had a different air. Normally, whenever he visited, she would rush to greet him at the door. It was no wonder Lin Yang felt a touch of displeasure; any man would feel slighted by a beloved’s indifference.

In the end, Lin Yang could only comfort his wounded heart by telling himself she was punishing him.

He drew a deep breath, his steps heavy as he climbed toward the second-floor hall, curious to see what tricks she had in store today.

He pushed the door open and was met with a scene unlike any he expected. Tang Yixue sat on the sofa, absorbed in her tablet, seemingly oblivious to Lin Yang’s entrance.

Her slender frame was wrapped in a spaghetti-strap dress, leaving her long, fair legs bare. The plunging neckline drew the eye, and Lin Yang was instantly captivated. Her dark hair cascaded like a waterfall, her delicate face half-hidden, adding to her mysterious allure. With her legs crossed, she rocked gently, and even the teasing glimpse of her figure was tantalizing.

In the center of the room, the dining table was set for a candlelit dinner, further heightening Lin Yang’s confusion and stirring emotions.

“Yixue,” he called, seeing she had no intention of rising. Lin Yang shook his head helplessly and strode forward, deciding to throw caution to the wind. He sat beside her on the sofa, his right hand boldly resting on her smooth, exposed leg.

The sensation was electrifying, and Lin Yang felt a surge of excitement. Tang Yixue, who had been feigning composure, could no longer maintain her act. She quickly withdrew her leg, putting distance between herself and Lin Yang’s hovering hand, finally turning her gaze to him. She set the tablet aside, but instead of the expected eruption of complaints, she regarded him with gentle eyes, scanning him up and down.

“You’ve lost weight, you’re darker, and you have circles under your eyes,” she said tenderly, her gaze as soft as a long-lost wife’s.

Lin Yang, never having seen this gentle side of Tang Yixue, felt his heart itch at her words. Goosebumps tingled all over him. Moved by affection, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. Staring at her as if she were a strange creature, he couldn’t help but ask, “Yixue, are you feeling alright?”

As he spoke, he reached out, touching her forehead to check her temperature, only relaxing when it felt normal.

Old habits die hard—ancient wisdom, indeed. Lin Yang’s words shattered the atmosphere, and Tang Yixue’s carefully crafted elegance dissolved instantly.

“You’re asking for it!” she snapped, struggling out of his embrace and twisting his ear. Due to her period, they had nearly crossed the threshold of intimacy recently, and she almost shed her twenty-six-year-old virginity. But fate intervened, and the moment ended in disappointment.

When her period ended, Lin Yang was buried in work, barely calling her. Now, with him finally visiting, she had scoured the internet for ways to surprise him, intending to stage a transformation from humble to regal. Yet within ten minutes, Lin Yang’s antics had ruined everything. It would have been odd if the queenly Tang Yixue didn’t lose her temper.

Her revealing attire and the intentional lingerie meant that their playful wrestling inevitably led to accidental collisions. What was meant as punishment felt more like a reward, and Lin Yang got to experience just how supple and full she was.

Each touch to her sensitive spots made Tang Yixue shudder, and after several rounds, she melted in Lin Yang’s arms, her eyes already brimming with affection.

With her fragrance so close and the mood so charged, Lin Yang could not help but lean in, pressing his lips to Tang Yixue’s tempting mouth.

The kiss was only the beginning—a gentle appetizer. Soon, Lin Yang, deprived for so long, grew more wild and rough, softly prying open her lips to explore her tongue.

Passionate kisses swept them up, and Lin Yang’s hands roamed freely across Tang Yixue’s body, movements as fluid as a swimming snake, stirring ripples of desire.

After a prolonged embrace, breathless, they finally broke apart, though Lin Yang’s hands showed no sign of stopping, becoming even more audacious.

Amid Tang Yixue’s moans, Lin Yang’s hands were finally restrained.

Tang Yixue broke free from his arms, stood, and led the somewhat dazed Lin Yang to the already prepared dining table.

Raisin-red wine, tall glasses, a Western-style spread paired with sweet-and-sour pork, braised ribs, and Western braised pork—a mix both unique and oddly mismatched.

But since someone loved these homely dishes, Tang Yixue had thoughtfully prepared them.

“Yixue…” Lin Yang’s voice caught as he saw the table full of his favorites. Words failed him, and he simply hugged Tang Yixue tightly, expressing his deep gratitude.

The meal lasted a full two hours, every bite delicious, and dusk had quietly begun to paint the sky with its glow.

Lin Yang, sensitive to alcohol, drank little—two glasses was his limit. Tang Yixue, on the other hand, showed no restraint, downing two bottles of red wine on her own.

Her cheeks, already pink, were now flushed and radiant, adding to her allure. Lin Yang’s heart soared, wishing he could ravish her on the spot.

“Yixue, you’re beautiful,” he blurted, gazing at her graceful hands cupping her face and the slightly intoxicated look in her eyes.

“Is that so?” Tang Yixue replied charmingly, flicking her arm and gently brushing away the hair that obscured her face, her drunken gaze meeting his.

With such an atmosphere, such intimacy, and a beautiful woman enraptured by wine, if Lin Yang—a proud, upright man—did nothing, it would be a waste of his masculinity.

He wasn’t a fool; Tang Yixue’s elaborate arrangements made her intentions clear. If he failed to see the signs, he’d have to be brainless.

Aunt Wang, the housekeeper, was sharp-eyed. After serving the meal, she vanished, leaving Lin Yang full of admiration—people with experience were indeed different; her discernment was extraordinary.

Tang Yixue seemed determined to tempt Lin Yang to his limits.

Lin Yang grew impatient. Twirling her hair was one thing, but tugging at her clothes? Was it the alcohol, her heart, or simply an overheated body needing to cool down?

Tang Yixue, dressed scantily, grew more restless, and soon her alluring body was exposed before Lin Yang.

Perhaps the loose dress, coupled with her seated posture, had concealed her curves, but as the straps slipped off, much of her voluptuous chest was revealed, leaving Lin Yang entranced.

He didn’t want to take advantage—he wasn’t the type. Yet faced with Tang Yixue’s naked temptation, two conflicting thoughts waged war in his mind.

Should he? Or shouldn’t he? That was the question worthy of deep reflection.