ORCBRB – Chapter 67
Chapter 67
“...Huaxing’s intraday gains on its first day of listing exceeded 500%. It’s the stock with the biggest increase in Yancheng since the beginning of the year. They should be popping champagne to celebrate by now.”
“I’m telling you, is your Jian Corporation going to stop selling medicine in a few years and switch to selling oil fields and mineral resources instead?”
Wen Yansheng’s teasing voice came from the other end of the line. Jian Cenyu held her phone, one hand resting on Sang Shi'an’s shoulder. Hearing this, she gently pinched Sang Shi'an’s ear.
Sang Shi'an looked up and glared at Jian Cenyu, then opened her mouth and bit down.
Jian Cenyu instantly sucked in a sharp breath. The hand pinching the ear slipped down to the bedsheet, gripping it tightly.
She gave Sang Shi'an a warning look.
Sang Shi'an, feeling fearless, pointed at Jian Cenyu’s phone.
Five minutes ago, Jian Cenyu had accepted Sang Shi'an’s suggestion. They had dried themselves off and returned to the bedroom. Then, just as Sang Shi'an was clumsily bending down to lick her, the phone rang.
Jian Cenyu hadn’t wanted to answer, but Wen Yansheng called a second time, clearly indicating it was important.
It was about the Huaxing listing project that Jian Zhenyang had been pestering the old man to prepare for a long time. It had finally opened for trading today. The first day was a great success, with the stock price soaring by 500% at its peak. Now, various media outlets were scrambling to report on it, and the news had spread.
Jian Corporation had developed over several generations. The initial shares had been sold and bought back, and there were few people left on the board of directors who retained the original intention of wholeheartedly wanting to make good medicine. Not to mention, more than half of the shareholders knew nothing about pharmaceuticals.
The ability to make money and generate profit was the result they wanted. There were so many conglomerates; if others could expand their markets everywhere, Jian Corporation naturally could too. Jian Zhenyang knew nothing about pharmaceuticals, and because of Jian Cenyu’s expertise in this area, he had, both openly and secretly, suggested changing the company’s development direction to the old man many times.
On the surface, it was to cater to the developmental opportunities of the era, but in reality, it was to satisfy his own selfish desires.
The success of Huaxing’s listing also very efficiently reversed the disadvantage Jian Zhenyang had faced with the shareholders due to his embezzlement of public funds. Without even needing to investigate, one could guess that the positions of the internal shareholders at Jian Corporation were beginning to waver again.
This was also the reason Wen Yansheng had specifically called so late at night.
The sound of water in the bedroom stopped. Sang Shi'an leisurely raised her head to listen in on the secret. Because the space between her legs was narrow, she could only curl up and prop her head up. The obedient, upturned look was extremely alluring.
Jian Cenyu stared at her intently, but she didn’t forget to reply to Wen Yansheng: “Jian Zhenyang raised enough funds within the deadline the old man gave him. The old man couldn’t bear to see his grandson wronged and originally wanted to use his own shares to compensate Jian Zhenyang.”
“But Jian Zhenyang refused. The old man felt sorry for him, so he helped him by calling in a favor for the final listing procedures. That’s why it went so smoothly.”
Sang Shi'an asked, “How do you know?”
Jian Cenyu explained, “The people around the old man have all been thoroughly infiltrated by his children. There are no secrets.”
The voice on the phone paused, and Wen Yansheng asked tentatively, “Is that little friend with the surname Sang with you?”
“Yes, Senior Wen, you can say whatever you want.” Jian Cenyu tapped Sang Shi'an’s forehead, warning her to behave.
While eavesdropping on the secret, Sang Shi'an turned her head and bit Jian Cenyu’s hand.
But not deeply. After taking it into her mouth, she licked it with small laps of her tongue. The soft flesh of her tongue seemed to hint at what was to come. Jian Cenyu took a light breath and lowered her voice, “As for Huaxing, its rise and fall are Jian Zhenyang’s business. It has nothing to do with me.”
Sang Shi'an didn’t understand, but Wen Yansheng’s laughter came through the phone: “I didn’t expect you researchers to be more ruthless than us unscrupulous merchants. Alright, then let’s wish for Huaxing to break 1000% soon. I’ll have someone send you champagne when it does.”
Jian Cenyu laughed along, “It’s all thanks to Senior Wen’s help.”
“I wouldn’t dare take credit from Thessaline. Nothing you do is as useful as buying a plane ticket to the UK right now,” Wen Yansheng teased. “But remember not to let your little friend know… ah, I forgot, she’s right there with you.”
Sang Shi'an had been listening to their conversation like it was gossip. Taking advantage of the fact that Jian Cenyu couldn’t be distracted, she would touch and poke her here and there from time to time, feeling incredibly pleased with herself.
Until she heard Wen Yansheng’s words, her face instantly darkened.
Wen Yansheng continued, changing the subject, “By the way, regarding that one percent of shares Jian Zhenyang sold off, quite a few companies popped up a couple of days ago scrambling for them. Several accounts belong to the same overseas offshore company. They’ve done a good job with confidentiality, so we can’t trace the person behind it for now. Do you have any leads?”
Hearing this, Sang Shi'an’s lowered gaze faltered for a moment before she quickly composed herself and looked up at Jian Cenyu.
Jian Cenyu’s hand was still gently stroking the top of Sang Shi'an’s head. Thinking Sang Shi'an had been waiting for a long time, she spoke to Wen Yansheng calmly and quickly, “No, it doesn’t matter who it is, as long as it can break up the shares in Jian Zhenyang’s hands. Since the other party is using the loophole of an offshore company, they probably don’t want to reveal themselves for now. But one day, their purpose will be exposed. It won’t be too late to see if they are friend or foe then.”
Wen Yansheng said a few more words before hanging up.
Before Jian Cenyu could make a move, Sang Shi'an got up and straddled her lower abdomen, playing the victim first. “Why do you trust Wen Yansheng so much? Aren’t you afraid she’ll betray you?”
She had thought Wen Yansheng would hide what she was doing from Jian Cenyu, but she never expected Wen Yansheng to be so bold as to mention it directly in front of Jian Cenyu and then pretend not to know.
As Sang Shi'an spoke, she slowly caressed Jian Cenyu’s chest as if starting a fire. Jian Cenyu leaned back against the pillow, her long hair cascading down.
She took a sharp breath and confessed, “I studied pharmacy in university, so I don’t know much about finance. Wen Yansheng has managed asset integration and sales projects worth hundreds of billions in Europe. If she weren’t constrained by her parents’ lawsuit right now, it would be difficult to hire her no matter how good our relationship was… As for why I trust her, it’s not just because of our past friendship… If my goal is achieved, she stands to gain a lot as well, so she’s willing to take this gamble with me.”
This was also the reason Sang Shi'an had approached Wen Yansheng. The wrongful case against Wen Yansheng’s parents was nearly twenty years old, and now the company had fallen entirely into the hands of her stepmother and stepbrother. Such a person was not lacking in ambition, and her weaknesses were also the most obvious—money and connections.
Jian Cenyu seemed even more eager than Sang Shi'an. While Sang Shi'an was still processing everything, she suggestively rubbed the back of Sang Shi'an’s neck.
Sang Shi'an glared at Jian Cenyu angrily. She really wanted to announce this side of Jian Cenyu to the world, to let all those who thought Jian Cenyu was a cold, aloof, and abstinent ice queen see what kind of person she really was.
Sang Shi'an moved back to Jian Cenyu’s knees. The moment she lowered her head, Jian Cenyu let out a low gasp. The roles were reversed, but she didn’t beg for mercy like Sang Shi'an had. Her voice was encouraging, like the time she had caught Sang Shi'an watching a video and taught her, “Mmm… An'an, retract your teeth, yes. I taught you for several days, remember? That’s right, slowly.”
Jian Cenyu’s cool, pale skin gradually flushed pink, especially the areas that were already red, which looked like they were about to break from excitement. Sang Shi'an listened to her request and gently retracted her teeth. “I’m going to bite you.”
“You clearly feel sorry for me too. Or, do you want me to beg you?” Jian Cenyu chuckled softly, stroking Sang Shi'an’s hair, her voice slow and seductive. “If you’re tired, I can take over.”
No one could stand being looked down on like that. Sang Shi'an deliberately stuck out her canine teeth and grazed them twice. Stimulated by the sharp points, Jian Cenyu shivered, and the hand stroking her hair stopped. “Mmm… An'an, you’re so naughty.”
“You’d better last a little longer.”
“That’s a bit difficult for me, but I’ll try my best to—” Jian Cenyu’s voice trailed off into the air.
Before she could finish, Sang Shi'an had already released her teeth, opened her mouth, and kissed her. She began to kiss her deeply without another word, using the techniques she had secretly learned from Jian Cenyu, licking and sucking. She gave Jian Cenyu no time to adjust, her kiss immediately becoming a rapid entanglement.
The still-unretracted tips of her teeth pricked from time to time, and the pain accompanying the pleasure was hard to ignore. Jian Cenyu sucked in a light breath, but because of Sang Shi'an’s initiative, she was also getting aroused. “An'an… retract your little kitty teeth. Hiss, that really hurts. Are you deliberately tormenting me?”
“Don’t call me little kitty, and not Kitty either!”
Jian Cenyu clearly hadn’t mentioned the word ‘Kitty’ for a long time, but sometime in the last few days, she had started calling her that again.
But this word was too special for Sang Shi'an. Every time Jian Cenyu said it, Sang Shi'an would react as if she’d heard a forbidden word, which made Jian Cenyu enjoy calling her that more and more.
Sang Shi'an’s chin was soon wet. She could tell that Jian Cenyu was genuinely aroused and that it really did hurt. Thinking about what Jian Cenyu had done to her these past few days, Sang Shi'an had no intention of retracting her teeth at all.
As expected, Jian Cenyu became redder and slicker, and a humid heat gradually filled the air. Jian Cenyu’s clear, cool voice was tinged with emotion, becoming more and more sexy and soft. “An'an, my kitty, so good.”
Her voice made Sang Shi'an blush. Sang Shi'an had thought that with the roles reversed, Jian Cenyu would be the one crying, but she hadn’t expected Jian Cenyu to still have this composed, enjoying posture. Sang Shi'an almost thought she was the one being pinned to the bed.
The atmosphere in the entire bedroom became ambiguous and enchanting. Sang Shi'an was determined to get revenge on Jian Cenyu. When Jian Cenyu caressed the back of her neck, urging her on, she suddenly pressed hard with the tip of her tongue, then immediately lowered her head and bit down without mercy.
The rising pleasure was abruptly cut off at that moment. Jian Cenyu’s abdomen tensed into an arc, and she trembled. “An'an, you—”
The two of them had been close and had tried this many times over the past few days. Jian Cenyu’s hand clutching the bedsheet tightened. The place that had been kissed was still in the same state as before. Sang Shi'an lowered her head to check; it was still extremely beautiful, like the only brilliant sun in the sky at sunset, effortlessly attracting countless gazes.
After confirming that Jian Cenyu was fine, Sang Shi'an repeated the initial process, kissing her lightly and slowly, then gradually speeding up. She kissed and tended to every inch, kissing Jian Cenyu until fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Then she played the same trick again. The second before Jian Cenyu was about to get aroused, she pressed down and bit her, like a basin of cold water poured over her head, coldly and ruthlessly halting all of Jian Cenyu’s anticipation.
In an instant, Jian Cenyu’s beautiful, straight legs tensed up, and she gasped for air. “An'an… don’t…”
Jian Cenyu’s vision went black in waves. It took her two or three seconds to recover. The hand that had been leisurely playing with Sang Shi'an’s hair had long since dropped, and she looked at Sang Shi'an’s glistening chin, feeling a little weak.
After two punishments, Sang Shi'an looked up at the reddened corners of Jian Cenyu’s eyes. The pleasure of revenge subsided a little, and she was finally willing to be a bit nicer to Jian Cenyu.
She leaned down again, her kissing movements becoming gentle, pecking her soothingly. At the same time, she clasped Jian Cenyu’s hand, their fingers intertwining as she gave it a squeeze.
Jian Cenyu had endured for a long time and finally received the tenderness she had coveted. Kitty’s kiss was softer and sweeter than she had imagined. When she pressed against her and sucked, a numbing electric current seemed to surge through her entire body in an instant.
Jian Cenyu half-closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation Sang Shi'an brought her, and relaxed accordingly. “I should have guessed. Do you want to get revenge on Jiejie?”
Hearing the word ‘revenge’, Sang Shi'an’s face flushed. The embarrassment of being exposed made her deliberately suck hard, then quickly raise her head, pulling away without mercy. Her expression was completely innocent, but the pad of her finger was drawing circles on Jian Cenyu’s chest, as if asking for her true heart.
The arousal Jian Cenyu had painstakingly built up gradually cooled down as she moved away. Sang Shi'an, as if playing with a new toy, used her week-old, untrimmed nails to scrape the place she had just kissed. Her hand was extremely steady, not even letting the pad of her finger touch an inch of skin.
Then she scraped it without mercy.
The nail, seemingly less than a millimeter long, was thin yet sharper than the tip of a tooth. Jian Cenyu shuddered and finally couldn’t resist trying to push Sang Shi'an away.
But Sang Shi'an held Jian Cenyu down. Just as Jian Cenyu was about to struggle free, she kissed her again with utmost gentleness. The soft, warm lips replaced the nail, perfectly making Jian Cenyu’s body go soft, masking the previous pain and turning it into another kind of indescribable pleasure.
Jian Cenyu’s pale fingers tensed, and the veins on them stood out.
Sang Shi'an looked up, speaking while kissing her, her hot breath spraying out. “Cenyu Jiejie, why do you have that expression? Am I not doing a good enough job?”
Jian Cenyu was about to laugh out of exasperation at Sang Shi'an.
The obedient and soft kitty who had been so accommodating the past two days had learned these tricks from somewhere. Sang Shi'an didn’t give Jian Cenyu a chance to speak and started repeating her previous actions.
The gentle trap made Jian Cenyu afraid to indulge, but her love for Sang Shi'an made her sink uncontrollably. Her fingertips curled and tensed, and she instinctively raised her knees to dodge. Pale veins even appeared on her temples.
Jian Cenyu’s voice, sounding like a mix of pain and indulgence, came out, sometimes asking for more pressure, sometimes telling her not to bite. Sang Shi'an’s mouth was getting sore, and seeing that the kissed area was almost chafed raw, she finally let go slowly, rubbed her own cheeks, and let out a deep breath.
Then she asked threateningly, “Are you still going to bully me like that in the future?”
Jian Cenyu turned her head away. Hot sweat trickled down her smooth skin, and her chest heaved with heavy breaths, but she refused to answer.
Sang Shi'an knew this would be the result. Just as she was considering whether to take advantage of Jian Cenyu’s current lack of strength to go get all the toys Jian Cenyu had bought and play with them, Jian Cenyu suddenly laughed.
She was clearly lying down, her long hair spread out like satin, her usually cold face now completely suffused with desire. “An'an, so this is what you like.”
Her voice was like that of a beautiful spirit crawling up from the underworld, seeping into her ears from all directions—both a warning and a threat.
Sang Shi'an silently met Jian Cenyu’s gaze. After about ten seconds, she chose to continue.
At the same time, she didn’t miss the expected smile on Jian Cenyu’s face.
Sang Shi'an held down Jian Cenyu’s legs. The moment her kiss landed, she sucked with extreme passion, and then pressed forward heavily with the tips of her teeth.
Jian Cenyu let out a gasp even more urgent than before. The imagined pleasure didn’t arrive; instead, cold sweat broke out on her back.
Jian Cenyu’s chest heaved violently. She stared intently at the top of Sang Shi'an’s soft hair, feeling the teasing puffs of Sang Shi'an’s breath. Even though there was no contact, she was still forced to tremble by the overwhelming emotions. “An'an… baby… you have to… be good.”
Sang Shi'an didn’t push herself. When her mouth got sore, she stopped. When she looked up again, she picked up Jian Cenyu’s phone from the nightstand and checked the time.
Half an hour had passed since Wen Yansheng’s call ended.
When Jian Cenyu had been at her worst, she had forced her to endure it six times in one hour. It took a whole glass of water for her to recover.
So, if she played for another half hour and let Jian Cenyu taste the feeling of being denied release six times, that would be fine, right?
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