Daughters of the Elite - Chapter 116

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It was Song Ren’s summer commencement ceremony. She had completed all of her online courses and hours at the hospital to obtain her bio-medical degree with honours.

She wore a black cap and gown and a golden sash over her academic dress to represent her class, honours standing, and her family; her cap sat on top of her head, over her long and unbound black hair. She stood up at the podium, feeling an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

As she stepped further onto the podium, Song Ren scanned the entire crowd to find her whole family sitting in the middle aisle standing and cheering her on. Su Feng was clapping in between snapping photos of her. He looked so proud of her that he practically beamed.

Song Ren was someone who imagined herself to accept the reality: Get a degree, marry for business, and not take anything to heart. But since she met Su Feng, her heart had softened; she began to open up herself with everyone around her, becoming less reserved than usual.

After receiving her degree, Song Ren sat with her graduating class until the ceremony was over. Afterwards, Su Feng snapped photos of her with her family as she raised a bouquet, smiling. She then took turns taking pictures with everyone individually. Song Sheng was well enough to move around as if nothing happened. He even began to go to the gym to train his body into great shape.

Typically when Song Ren and Song Sheng took photos together, both their faces would be reserved, not showing many emotions. But today, they both smiled broadly, tugged side-to-side in an embrace. Qian Meigui stood by, touched. When it was her turn, Qian Meigui and Song Ren took photos with both silly and natural poses. With Su Feng, he lifted her high as she held her diploma with a bright smile.

Afterwards, they all went back home for the graduation party. More family members such as the Song family that work for Sheng, the Yang’s, and friends from the company was there already waiting. Qian Meigui and Song Sheng openly displayed their affection, much to the dismay of Song Ren and the twins who were still adjusting to their relationship.

At first, Qian Meigui was rather shy about it, but Song Sheng did not hesitate to hold her hand, embrace her randomly, or to kiss her out of nowhere.

Song Sheng held her from behind as he rested his chin over her head for most of the party. Slowly, Qian Meigui grew more comfortable enough to return the same affection; they couldn’t keep their hands off from each other. Luckily, no one made any negative comments, and if they thought differently, then they kept it to themselves.

But Qian Meigui didn’t care, she was tired of hiding and pretending.

As the party went on, Song Ren and Su Feng went into details about their wedding. Nearly everyone was excited about an upcoming wedding; it gave them something to look forward to going.

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By marriage ritual, before the wedding, the bride and groom typically celebrate with their friends separately. Song Ren took Qian Meigui, Song Jinyi, some girls from the company, and she even invited Xue Guangli to commemorate the night. Su Feng took some of his old friends, Song Sheng, Song Jun, and Zhong Liu.

Afterwards, Song Sheng drove to pick up a drunk and blissfully happy Qian Meigui from her night out with the girls. He parked his car, waiting for her. But then Song Sheng chuckled as to how he noticed Qian Meigui clumsily stumbled on her way to the car with a smile on her face.

He stepped out of the vehicle to help her in, fastening her seat belt. He then got to the driver’s seat when Qian Meigui unstrapped her seat belt and pounced on him eagerly. She rubbed her head against his chest, embracing him tightly. Song Sheng was off guard when Qian Meigui attacked him; therefore, they were in a unique position. His throat bobbed when Qian Meigui realized that they pressed against each other.

Qian Meigui pulled away from him, “Sorry,” she said, “I know you’re still healing.”

Song Sheng shook his head. “I am practically fitter than I was before,” he responded.

Qian Meigui flushed, she had noticed that since he began going to the gym, his natural-fit body had sculpted; she was now sure that if his company convinced him to do another photoshoot, that they would request him to be shirtless.

Qian Meigui sighed at the thought, so she gave him a peck on the lips; there was no way that any other woman could steal from him from her. But the peck deepened as Song Sheng kept his eyes opened, gazing at her with deep affection. He then invaded her mouth with his tongue; their breaths hurried, and low m.o.a.ns escaped in between breaths.

It had been three months since they had gone beyond kissing, and they were a practically panting with desire from the days Qian Meigui took care of him, but they never dared to go beyond the simplest touches. They had to be conservative with each other during his entire recovery process. However, Qian Meigui managed to provoke him just by her small actions, so he took over, caressing the skin of her thighs just beneath the hem of her short bodycon dress.

Qian Meigui felt sober, but she was now dizzy with their intense passion. There was a gap between them that made them feel uncomfortable as they attempted to entangle each other. So Qian Meigui hopped on his thighs just right before the steering wheel.

Song Sheng lowered the driver’s seat as they continued to kiss. Qian Meigui wrapped her arms around him as they both leaned back onto his seat, lying down. Song Sheng reached between her exposed thighs, pushing her underwear to the side—not taking them off—and rubbing his fingers against the seams of her clit. Song Sheng attacked her neck with kisses as she released a m.o.a.n, biting her lips from her heavy breathing while Song Sheng worked between her thighs.

Qian Meigui didn’t put any pressure towards his mostly-healed wound, but it was difficult when she was squirming on top of him as he pleasured her. Song Sheng sat up, kissing her lips. “We’re going to get caught,” she said to him breathlessly against his neck. Song Sheng smiled, “It will be quick,” he assured her. But it wasn’t quick.

Since Song Sheng couldn’t overexert his body, Qian Meigui had to unbuckle his belt to release his hard length. She discarded her underwear to go on top of him steadily. She had not done this position before, but she felt him full as he thrust hard in her before she was even ready.

Qian Meigui tried to stifle her sounds as he entered her. Afterwards, she pushed her hair to one side, as she took over and began to ride him; she closed her eyes as the pleasure was all too much for her. She began to rock her h.i.p.s against him, speeding up as she heard Sheng groan and call out her name. She then leaned forward, pausing, “Repeat it,” she whispered against his ear.

Song Sheng appeared to be pained that she stopped moving, preventing his climax. He looked at her, with l.u.s.tful, pleading eyes. “Qian Meigui,” he breathed.

Qian Meigui smiled satisfyingly, but just when she was about to move again, Song Sheng took over and began to plow her with his member, f.u.c.k.i.n.g her. He took a grip of her body as he thrust in her, moving his h.i.p.s against her, hard and fast.

Within moments, Qian Meigui gripped onto him. The car windows were beginning to fog; the vehicle started to rock from the outside, and on the inside, the sounds were full of clapping and ambiguous m.o.a.ns. Though they were inside a car, it did not stop them from reaching each other’s highest peaks.