Gloomily finishing breakfast, gloomily picking up his Adidas shoulder bag, gloomily walking toward the Mercedes-Benz S600 that picked them up for school, a gloomy Ye Wudao sat gloomily in the back seat.
Ye Wudao's family garage had four cars: one was an Audi A6 that Yang Ningbing used for commuting, which was naturally a government car and matched her steady temperament, but the Audi couldn't bring out Yang Ningbing's noble and icy aura. Ye Hetu, who only held an honorary title at the Ye Corporation, drove a convertible BMW Z4; the remaining one was a 'Teana' used for weekend and holiday family trips. This was already considered very few for the Ye family—Ye Zhenkun alone owned no less than twenty high-end sports cars, including top-tier ones like Maybach and Bugatti EB16-4 Veyron supercars.
The school Ye Wudao and Murong Xuehen attended was Mingzhu Academy, known as the "Oriental Aristocratic Academy." Its faculty quality, equipment, and other hardware and software facilities were all world-class. Of course, anyone who could come here to study was no ordinary person, because the annual tuition of hundreds of thousands wasn't something everyone could afford—and even if you had the money, you still might not be able to enroll. So don't be surprised when you see Ye Wudao riding to school in a Mercedes-Benz worth over a million; countless luxury escort vehicles were parked at Mingzhu Academy. Here, having a car drop you off was normal—if you didn't have one, that would be abnormal.
The academy was divided into a junior high division and a senior high division, with nearly two thousand students in total. The principal and vice principals were all senior academicians of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and many teachers were renowned educators and scholars famous both at home and abroad. The school was originally built with donations from four board members, all business tycoons. Three of their grandchildren were in the senior high division, insufferably arrogant, not even putting the teachers in their eyes. If it weren't for the fourth missing, they would have been an obnoxious replica of F4. And that largest board member was Ye Wudao's grandfather, Ye Zhengling—a fact known only to the principals, no one else. The Ye family wanted Ye Wudao to get through his student years without any fuss.
School is a microcosm of society. Ye Zhengling didn't want his only precious grandson to pick up any bad social habits. With this in mind, he hoped Ye Wudao would study quietly and low-key at school.
The classmates only knew Ye Wudao as the son of the city's deputy mayor; they had no idea about the powerful background behind him. Except for a few parents who had warned their children not to mess with Ye Wudao, his arrival in junior high didn't cause much of a stir.
But when people found out he had a sister who was crowned the middle school beauty queen as soon as she enrolled, it stirred up quite a stir. The number of guys who tried to buddy up to him and call him brother grew geometrically, only to end up going home with black eyes and swollen faces to complain, which earned them a scolding or another beating. Towards Ye Wudao, who just grinned and acted indifferent, they were both hateful and fearful, actively avoiding him when they met. He had become a proper little tyrant in the grade.
Rumor had it some clueless fool tried to call a gang of thugs to block Ye Wudao and Murong Xuehen after school, only to have them beaten half to death in two minutes by men in black, then thrown into jail like dead dogs to sit it out. After that, no one in middle school dared to think crooked thoughts about Murong Xuehen.
As for the even more chaotic high school division, who knows what happened there.
Ye Wudao groped Murong Xuehen's soft little hand restlessly, leaning down to whisper in her ear： "Earlier at breakfast, were you about to..." Murong Xuehen lowered her head, which counted as an admission. At that moment, she really did have that urge. In fact, being dragged by Ye Wudao into a strange adult world, she didn't know how to resist him and could only follow her instincts.
"Let's kiss！ I haven't settled accounts with you from this morning yet." Ye Wudao said with a mischievous grin.
Murong Xuehen hadn't expected Ye Wudao to make such a request. Glancing at the driver up front, she whispered coyly： "But the driver will find out here. Wudao, can we wait until after school when we get home？"
Ye Wudao snorted coldly and turned his head away, ignoring her. But the scheming look in his eyes was something Murong Xuehen would never see. Her beautiful brows furrowed slightly, as if she were making a major decision. Finally, she slowly lay down on the back seat, closing her eyes like a consort awaiting the favor of an emperor-like Ye Wudao.
A scheming smile of triumph curled at the corner of Ye Wudao's mouth as he bent down, closed his lips around her intoxicating rose-petal lips, slowly sucking in the sweet, fresh nectar unique to a young maiden. His tongue skillfully probed into Murong Xuehen's small mouth, and she opened her lips with half-hearted reluctance, allowing Ye Wudao to willfully possess her cherry-like mouth.
Ye Wudao stealthily placed his hand over Murong Xuehen's breasts, which had driven him mad countless times. Though not yet plump, they were absolutely firm, and their perky texture was as smooth as congealed fat. He gently kneaded her sacred maiden peaks, soft and tender, as if to lead the innocent, guileless Murong Xuehen into a gentle whirlpool of lust.
"Xuehen, even if you're an angel, I, Ye Wudao, will drag you down into depravity with me, all the way to the depths of hell, where the two of us will huddle together and spend eternity."
"I'm a man with no grand ambitions; I only want to possess the one I love. Having you is my very first wish in life！"
Knowing that Murong Xuehen had grown accustomed to the intrusion of his hand, Ye Wudao gradually increased the pressure of his palm, while his tongue worked more diligently to draw warmth from her small mouth. Murong Xuehen's face flushed with arousal; a girl as pure as crystal revealing such carnal expressions—the intertwining of the two was enough to enthrall any man.
Feeling that touching her through her clothes was unsatisfying, Ye Wudao intended to slip his hand into the collar of her dress for skin-to-skin contact with those two lumps of tender flesh that even gods would marvel at. At that moment, the panting Murong Xuehen suddenly sat up, tightly hugged Ye Wudao, kissed him with a hint of frenzy, and her small hands randomly stroked his back.
Startled, Ye Wudao quickly embraced her, letting Murong Xuehen's little head rest against his chest. He quietly slipped his hand between her thighs and found she was already flooded. Highly satisfied, he whispered softly, 'Xuehen baby, surrendering to your husband so soon？' He had known Murong Xuehen was easily aroused to climax, but he hadn't expected it to come so quickly today—perhaps because they were doing this in a place barely a meter away from others.
Murong Xuehen struggled to break free from Ye Wudao's embrace, but her body was too weak to escape. Deep down, she also didn't really want to leave the warmth of his chest. So she just stayed in his arms, feeling the dizzying afterglow of the climax. Ye Wudao's hand, reaching under her skirt, began to rub against her panties. His fingers slid from slow to fast, leading Murong Xuehen into the buildup of another climax. Leaning on his shoulder, she panted softly.
Suddenly, the driver up front coughed. The two, guilt-ridden like thieves caught red-handed, quickly separated. Murong Xuehen's face blushed like a ripe apple. Seeing that the driver hadn't noticed their illicit 'business,' she cast a seductive upward glance at the smirking Ye Wudao and gave his leg a hard pinch. It hurt so much he yelped. But as soon as she saw the pain on his face, she immediately regretted it and gently rubbed his leg. 'Wudao, did it hurt? Who told you to bully me like that? You never think about a girl's feelings—doing that to me in a place like this！'
Ye Wudao looked at the little beauty who was truly a bit angry with an extremely innocent expression, and sure enough, under the influence of his tender gaze, all of Murong Xuehen's anger dissipated completely. She gave Ye Wudao a radiant smile to show she was no longer mad, and whispered softly in his ear, "Wudao, I love you！"
Their two hands, not broad at all, clasped tightly together. For life or death, however far apart, I meet you. Holding your hand, growing old with you — this is the most romantic thing in life.