Daughters of the Elite - Chapter 97

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Song Sheng drove Qian Meigui back to his apartment; they kept smiling at each other and stealing glances. It had been a while since they felt genuine happiness, despite their time together exploring bliss.

Qian Meigui and Song Sheng did not drink that much; therefore, they went upstairs to have a late-night meal where Song Sheng cooked for her. He popped open a bottle of wine, placing it in the pan he was preparing it in, and he passed it to her. Qian Meigui poured the rich wine into glasses, and they drank it ultimately.

Song Sheng picked her up, gazing up at her. “You did so well today,” he began genuinely, “You’re so perfect. How could I be so lucky?” he asked and admitted.

Qian Meigui looked down on him, gazing at his perfect lips. Her eyes turned deep and dark, with only her sights on him.

“Perhaps I’m the lucky one,” she said, and she meant it.

Song Sheng held her head as he kissed her on the lips. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, deepening the kiss, tightening the gaps. They left no space between their bodies.

They opened their mouths widely; their tongues circled, twirling until they were breathless. Qian Meigui m.o.a.ned against his lips, trying to breathe, but wanting to kiss him more at the same time. Her sweet sounds enticed him.

They kissed each other clumsily, their lips tasting the tasty alcohol. Song Sheng moved to the dining table, where he laid her body down. Qian Meigui panted breathlessly, her cheeks red from drinking and their passion. Song Sheng gazed down at her, appreciating her beauty.

Song Sheng slipped her pencil skirt swiftly, revealing her crimson lace underwear. Qian Meigui bit her lip in anticipation. Song Sheng smiled, embedding the sight of her in his mind. But just when Song Sheng was about to remove the rest of her clothing. He felt her hand over the bulge of his pants.

“Heh,” she chuckled slightly. “I knew it. You’re already hard,” she said in a teasing manner.

Song Sheng’s gaze darkened; his throat tightened. “Mhm,” he responded. “Just the sight of you is enough to stir me awake,” he breathed.

Qian Meigui was tired of their back and forth; she reached up to kiss him recklessly. He tightened his grip around her slim waist. Song Sheng’s hand began to fondle her b.r.e.a.s.ts from underneath her blouse, snaking down to the stomach, then h.i.p.s, all the way down to her slender thighs. Instead of removing her underwear, he glided his hand underneath, entering her with his two longest fingers. She gasped; her chest rose.

Song Sheng propped his forearm above her head as he gazed at her while pleasuring her. He leaned down to kiss her fiercely, taking her breath away. Qian Meigui wrapped her arms around his neck. She broke the kiss, trying to breathe, m.o.a.n, and pant. As the climax began to reign out of her body, she bowed over his shoulder, grabbing onto him with all her strength. Qian Meigui cried out as she came.

Qian Meigui panted, regaining her breath. Some of her clothes were on, dishevelled and torn. “Was this what you intended?” she began. “Buy me new clothes only to tear them apart?” she asked breathlessly. Song Sheng flashed her a sly smile.

Qian Meigui gritted her teeth, straightening her clothing as she jumped off the kitchen table. He approached him. “Did you know that it’s bad for the environment to trash clothing?” She told him.

Song Sheng grinned. “We can mend it,” he said, his voice husky. Qian Meigui then turned him around, dropping to her knees, unbuckling the belt of his pants, freeing him. Song Sheng staggered back, grabbing onto the edges of the table.

She gazed up at him as he looked down at her with a darkened gaze. She was still slightly embarrassed that he was watching, but yet, she grabbed his length abruptly licking him all over slowly before he took control. “Sorry,” he said.

Qian Meigui was puzzled as to what she was talking about until he began to move into her mouth quickly. She tried to catch up to his speed, sucking him. She throated him deeply as he held onto her hair. She knew he was about to come when he started saying her name followed by a “F.u.c.k. F.u.c.k.”

When he finished, she rose, unsteadily, swallowing. She nearly fainted until he caught her.

Song Sheng carried Qian Meigui to his bathtub, washing and cleaning her up. He went back to the kitchen, flicking off the stove. He burnt their meal.

Song Sheng kept apologizing that he lost control. She shook her head at him with a soaked cloth on her forehead. “Don’t be sorry,” she began. “I would do anything to hear you call my name.” It stunned him that he didn’t realize it.

Song Sheng typically calls her Mei, Xiao Mei, or Mei Mei. But he called out her full real name out loud as he came. He called her Qian Meigui.

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Now that Yu Qingge had her real name, she searched up ‘Qian Meigui,’ and she was puzzled at what she found. There were many articles regarding the accidental deaths of the Qian family, including their daughter. She was surprised to find out that she came from a prestigious family of scholars – lawyers and doctors and all.

There was a photo of extended family members of the Qian family mourning the three deaths.

Three? Yu Qingge wondered. In the article, one of the victims included (Qian Meigui).

So her real family doesn’t know she’s still alive?

Yu Qingge searched for the Qian family. Indeed. She was confirmed dead by the Rui Hospital Institute, named after the founder, Song Rui, and they mourned her along with Qian Shanyuan and Qian Aiguo.

She then found the contact details of some of her family. Yu Qingge snickered. She knew she couldn’t outwardly expose Qian Meigui, but what happens if her real family found out? It was clear that she must be hiding. But from who exactly?