Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan - Chapter 88
Chapter 88: Kissing You, Consider It Praising Me
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Can’t handle it…
Can’t handle…
Handle…
It was as if mesmerizing words reverberated, causing Quan Hanting’s gaze to lock in place, and a storm of intense emotions brewed in his eyes. “Try saying that again if you have the nerve!”
He clenched his teeth.
Yet, Shen Wan displayed no fear. Maybe it was because of their brief romantic encounter or the spotlight she had earned by dancing with the influential figure. Whatever the reason, Third Lady Shen was in high spirits, so much so that she had the time to playfully taunt the influential man.
“Isn’t it true?” She blinked fearlessly.
The man’s grip tightened on her waist as if he wanted to crush it.
Shen Wan gasped as she felt the pain, but her smile remained brilliant. “Even though the Sixth Lord can do whatever he pleases, you can’t just listen to flattery and ignore the truth, can you?”
A throbbing pain erupted in Quan Hanting’s temple, infuriating him.
“Ha… Mocking me?”
Shen Wan looked innocent and said, “But you said it yourself, this has nothing to do with… ouch!”
Shen Wan’s hand was seized, and she was pulled closer. Before her, the man’s face appeared larger than life, with a high nose bridge and deep, enigmatic pupils. Shen Wan felt slightly bewildered.
In the next moment, the man lowered his head and said, “You should be punished.”
“You! Mmmph!”
She struggled and resisted, but she couldn’t withstand the man’s domineering and powerful strength. Suddenly, her gaze turned determined. Just as Shen Wan was about to bite down, a large hand effortlessly clasped her chin.
Time seemed to blur as Shen Wan’s lunges depleted rapidly, and she weakly leaned against the man’s chest, gasping for breath.
Shen Wan wanted to push away, but she simply didn’t have the strength. Her waist was still encircled by the man. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to retreat; it was more like she had no room to maneuver.
“Now, tell me, do you still think I can’t handle it? Hm?”
Shen Wan gritted her teeth and remained silent.
“Or,” the man’s lips brushed lightly against her petite earlobe, his breath teasingly tantalizing, “do you want to go for another round?”
“Beast!”
“Good, I’ll take it as if you’re praising me.”
Shen Wan raised her eyes coldly, but suddenly, she was taken aback. She saw the wickedness churning in the man’s eyes, like two burning flames on the verge of erupting and consuming everything.
If the Quan Hanting she had encountered in the underground palace that night exuded allure and sensuality, and the one she had met on the dance floor was reserved yet assertive, the present version of him was enchanting and seemingly unaware of it, elusive yet undeniably seductive.
As they gazed upon each other, Shen Wan’s eyes briefly revealed a flicker of enchantment. At that moment, she found herself almost not minding being in his embrace. It confirmed the age-old truth that appearances held their sway in this world.
“Sixth Uncle.” She sighed lightly, her eyes no longer cold but instead adopting a demeanor that was warm, resembling compromise and a hint of vulnerability, enough to soften anyone’s heart. “Could you please release me for now so we can have a civilized conversation?”
“Now you want to talk nicely?” he teased. “If you had been this cooperative earlier, there wouldn’t have been any issues.”
She fell silent.
It was true that a person who warranted the title “Lord” possessed a certain demeanor.
Quan Hanting let go of her without further ado. A faint smile, almost imperceptible, graced his previously stern face. It was like a lion who had just awakened from a pleasant dream, his eyes closed as he stretched and grinned.
Fierce yet endearing.
“Didn’t you wish for a civilized conversation?” he remarked as he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. Delicate wisps of smoke wound gracefully through his fingers, enveloping his attractive visage and giving off an aura of intrigue and composure. “Now, we can talk.”
Shen Wan leaned against the railing, nonchalantly tucking her wind-tousled hair behind her ear, exposing her petite face.”Sixth Uncle…”
“I told you, change the way you address me.” He exhaled a stylish smoke ring, his voice low and filled with sensuality.
Shen Wan had to admit that this version of Quan Hanting momentarily stirred her, not out of romantic sentiment, but due to her appreciation of his physical allure. She suddenly felt fortunate that it was him she encountered that night and not someone else; at least he had the looks and physique to match.
“Sixth Lord.”
“Yes?”
“That night, let’s not bring it up again. “When it comes to unexpected events, it’s best to accept them and simply move on…”
“I’m curious about you.” He suddenly spoke, interrupting her.
Shen Wan’s gaze froze.
What did a man’s curiosity about a woman mean? She understood, and he knew she did.
“So?” Shen Wan raised an eyebrow, turning to look at him.
“Let’s do it again.”
Despite the unexpected incident involving Quan Hanting at the annual banquet, it added a touch of brilliance to the event, and overall, it ended successfully.
After this battle, Shen Wan gained fame for her public appearance and her close dance with the Sixth Lord. Overnight, almost everyone in the upper social circles of Ning City knew about this “Third Lady Shen”.
She stood out from the graceful First Lady and the adorable Second Lady. She possessed a distinct aura of serenity, as pristine and noble as a snow-capped mountain glacier, and appeared unswayable and untouchable.
Perhaps people with similar auras are naturally drawn to each other, which led to Sixth Lord’s favor and his invitation to dance.
Shen Wan, a name made famous in a single battle!
