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Chapter 133: Chapter 131: White Silk Isn’t Too Bad
International Trade Hotel, 69th floor, a super deluxe room.
Bright midday sunshine bathed the surroundings, and not far off, the glass curtain walls of the CCTV headquarters building shimmered with a soft blue light, reflecting off the rare clear skies, presenting a sight of breathtaking beauty.
Tong Jialu hung the clothes she had taken off in the wardrobe, then pulled out a pair of 3D white stockings from her bag and unwrapped them.
As a warrior of the Ling Family’s five-sided battle formation, the Liu Guang series always stood out with exceptional quality. The Ming series simply gave off a glossy shine, but Liu Guang carried a hint of subtle charm.
Tong Jialu’s gaze occasionally drifted towards Chen Cheng, who was looking down at his phone replying to messages, but she did not ask aloud.
She sat on the bed, slowly lifted one foot, slightly curved her arch, pointed her toe, and gently slid it in.
The white stockings gradually conformed to her skin, natural as a second layer.
Careful as she was, she stood up to straighten the stockings, making sure there were no wrinkles or lines, then she stood there like a perfect work of art amidst the mottled light and shadow.
Chen Cheng received a WeChat message from Wu Dongyi. Before they could exchange much, he saw a friend request pop up.
He was initially surprised since he’d turned off the "People Nearby" feature on WeChat a long time ago.
But after opening the avatar, he realized it was Su Liya and immediately hit reject.
Chen Cheng let out a quiet sigh, put down his phone, and when he looked up, he saw Tong Jialu with affection brimming in her eyes.
Tong Jialu met Chen Cheng’s gaze and let her hands dangle naturally, "Brother Cheng..."
"What are you doing?" Chen Cheng asked with a smile.
The question caught Tong Jialu off guard.
She received a call from Chen Cheng this morning, asking her to meet him here at noon.
Because of this, she had been distracted all morning, skipped lunch, and drove to the hotel.
But the thought of her period still being around brought a hint of regret.
Tong Jialu felt there could be other ways to make Chen Cheng happy, which made her look forward to it even more.
So she had chosen these white stockings specifically to cover the awkwardness of her ’little wings’.
"I... I just wanted to show them to you, Brother Cheng," Tong Jialu said with a blush and a shy voice.
Chen Cheng smiled and gestured with his finger to come closer.
Tong Jialu trotted over and sat in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Only then did Chen Cheng discover how accommodating these seamless white stockings were.
The toes were completely transparent, letting Tong Jialu’s expensive pedicure be fully visible.
Higher up on her legs was a milky white hue, with just a hint of natural skin tone visible, shimmering like ripples on water.
"What’s on your mind all day?" Chen Cheng asked.
With sweetness in her heart, Tong Jialu leaned on Chen Cheng’s shoulder, "When you sent a message to meet here, what else could I think about!"
She looked up, "Besides, the last time you left my house, you said there would still be..."
"But isn’t your period ongoing?" Chen Cheng interjected.
"So you called me here today for..."
Chen Cheng caressed her as he spoke, "This bond issue is about 1.36 billion, it needs to go through you."
"That much?!" Tong Jialu said in surprise.
Chen Cheng nodded, "I called you here because I arranged to meet Chen Jin from LinkedIn at the International Trade Hotel."
Tong Jialu finally understood the reason, realizing she had overthought things.
Her lips pouted slightly, with a hint of reproach, "Brother Cheng, why didn’t you tell me sooner, making me daydream all morning."
Chen Cheng laughed and pinched her nose, "Haha, my oversight, my little Miyulu."
Hearing this pet name, Tong Jialu’s cheeks burned hot.
"I thought since we were going to meet up, why not have you come early, get a room, rest a bit at noon, so you’d be energized for the afternoon!"
"At over 4000 a night for this suite! Brother Cheng, are you treating this like an hourly hotel?"
Chen Cheng patted her crossed legs, "This little amount of money doesn’t cover the time I’d spend just to have a glance at you."
Listening to this boldly affectionate talk, Tong Jialu’s smile widened.
But it seemed she also sensed something off about Chen Cheng.
"Brother Cheng, you don’t like white stockings, do you?"
Chen Cheng was puzzled and asked, "What’s wrong?"
"It’s just that you don’t seem as excited as last time."
Chen Cheng looked down and said, "White stockings are fine too."
"Then what’s the matter?"
"How about we play a game?"
Tong Jialu’s eyes lit up, "Play what?"
"Where’s your lipstick?"
Tong Jialu walked over to the TV cabinet and took out a Dior lipstick from her bag, "Here you go!"
"Let’s play chess!"
"Chess?" She sat back down in Chen Cheng’s arms.
Chen Cheng took the lipstick and drew a circle on the white stockings, then handed it to Tong Jialu, "Your turn."
The delicate lipstick felt ticklish and smooth through the white stockings.
Tong Jialu instantly got it.
She took the lipstick and drew a cross on the white stockings, then teasingly said to Chen Cheng, "Alright, Brother Cheng, let’s get started."
The two of them took turns drawing circles and crosses on the white stockings, and soon they were covered with red circles and crosses of various sizes.
Tong Jialu was having the time of her life, her laughter echoing around the room.
As the game went on, Chen Cheng’s spirits were also roused, and his hands began to wander naughtily.
Tong Jialu did not resist; instead, she leaned in closer to Chen Cheng.
"Brother Cheng, did I do a good job drawing?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.
"Not bad."
Chen Cheng smiled in response, then, when Tong Jialu wasn’t looking, he pinched her waist softly. 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑝𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Tong Jialu playfully scolded in mock anger, "Hey, Brother Cheng, you’re cheating."
"Ha ha, so what if I am." Chen Cheng laughed even more unrestrainedly.
Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Tong Jialu got startled, quickly stood up from Chen Cheng’s embrace, "Chen Jin is here so early?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a voice came from the door, "Hello, room service."
Chen Cheng smiled, gestured towards the bathroom, and Tong Jialu tiptoed quickly into it, shutting the door.
Chen Cheng opened the hotel room door, and the server brought in a cart with a sumptuous lunch.
Steak, salmon, oysters, and a salad with fried rice.
"Sir, your meal. Please enjoy."
Chen Cheng nodded, casually gave a 200 tip, and the server bowed in thanks: "Thank you, sir!"
Bang.
The door closed again.
Click.
The bathroom door opened instantly.
Tong Jialu dashed towards Chen Cheng, leapt high, and clung to him.
"Brother Cheng..."
Chen Cheng: "I knew you hadn’t eaten, go ahead and eat."
"How did you know?" Tong Jialu said with a smile.
"I heard your tummy rumbling."
"I don’t have a tummy, where’s this tummy!" Tong Jialu kept playfully whining.
Chen Cheng laughed indulgently and carried Tong Jialu to the sofa by the window, "Alright, eat now."
Tong Jialu giggled, picked up an oyster, and fed it to Chen Cheng’s mouth, "Brother Cheng, you eat too!"
Chen Cheng joked, "I’m not sure this will be of much use to me."
"I have lots of ways to make sure you’re happy, Brother Cheng." Tong Jialu replied confidently.
