Chapter Nineteen: Confession
"You did great!" Huo Lingtian pressed close to Rongqing's fair neck, offering a kiss before quickly letting go of the excited woman at his side. The stage was awash in magnesium lights, and the French fashion world was destined to be shaken by this summer's fashion show; the classical beauty of the East surged into the world like a powerful storm. As the storm's bearer, Rongqing now resembled a young beast seeking comfort, flustered and bewildered.
On the other side of the runway, a pair of deep blue eyes locked onto the small figure on stage. Her smile was for another man, her tears flowed for him, yet he hid in the shadows, insignificant. Aaron felt a sharp pang in his heart; he wanted to congratulate her on her victory, but the embrace of that Eastern woman stabbed at his eyes. Perhaps she did not need him... Aaron gazed deeply at the girl of unparalleled beauty, suppressed the pain within, and left the Versailles exhibition alone, shrouded in loneliness.
Rongqing seemed to sense something, her confused eyes searching for the proud, handsome figure. The hall was filled with joyous cheers, shadows of people everywhere, but Aaron was nowhere to be found... He hadn’t come... Rongqing felt a touch of desolation in her heart.
Some people, once missed, lose their best chance, and happiness drifts farther and farther away.
As soon as Rongqing left the venue, she was whisked away by Huo Lingtian. The black Rolls-Royce sped through the streets of Paris and stopped at the Four Seasons Hotel, where they entered together.
The luxurious presidential suite, eternally reserved by the world’s wealthiest, was adorned with vibrant vintage murals reminiscent of the gardens of Versailles. Each suite was separated from the others, with the corridor ensuring absolute privacy. The thick, retro carpet felt soft underfoot, as if stepping into the palace of France’s Georges Empire, extravagant and magnificent.
"Mmm..." Huo Lingtian wrapped an arm around the petite woman behind him, pressing her forcefully against the mural-covered wall, kissing those alluring, delicate lips. Like a boy tasting forbidden fruit for the first time, he was bewitched by her sweetness, unable to stop himself.
Their passionate embrace was the only way to fill their near-parched souls... Yet, the fire only grew stronger, and Huo Lingtian was almost burned to ash by the mischievous girl before him; trying to quench his thirst only made the flames more intense and wild.
Rongqing’s gaze was hazy, the invasive kiss seemingly stealing her soul. Her arms hung limply around the man, her cheeks flushed.
Lingtian slapped her gently, punishing her for dressing so seductively, for tempting others!
Rongqing stared at him in shock, her round eyes wide, covering her bottom with her small hands, looking particularly pitiable.
"What are you doing!" Rongqing feigned reproach at his action, mortified to have been spanked...
Huo Lingtian ignored her startled look and gave another light pat to her rounded bottom. With her indignant expression, he opened the presidential suite’s door.
"Aren’t you coming in? Soon, the attendants will be passing by." Huo Lingtian’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, his mood brightening instantly.
The woman stood frozen, glaring like a bristling fox, gnashing her teeth at him. She feared someone in the corridor might recognize her as the Eastern model from the runway, and the man before her infuriated her further, treating her like a child.
In the end, Rongqing entered the suite. The man sat like a king on the sofa, legs crossed, swirling a glass of deep red wine. His profound eyes locked onto his prey like a beast.
Alas, this man was her benefactor; she obediently walked over. He pulled her onto his lap, legs parted, inhaling her scent, as if his endless emptiness was gradually being filled.
"Did you miss me?" Huo Lingtian asked again, his gaze earnest, expectant, tinged with caution.
Rongqing rested in the crook of his arm, his warm chest burning her soul. Hesitant, yet unwilling to admit defeat, she answered, "I did."
"Your work here is done. Tomorrow, you’re coming back home with me." Huo Lingtian hugged the woman tightly, his features soft and gentle, clearly pleased by her words. He had to bring this little rascal back; today’s runway show had drawn too much attention. Before others discovered his treasure, he would take her away. Rongqing belonged to him alone!
"Give me one more day. There are things I need to take care of." Rongqing had considered developing her career in France, but breaking into the international market too soon would leave her foundation unstable. The modeling world was never her true aim; she intended to rise from where she fell, to dominate the film scene, to conquer the world, to create a miracle of stardom! Returning home was her priority.
Lingtian was ever more satisfied. His rough, gentle hands grew increasingly bold.
"Qing, I missed you so much." His deep words of affection seemed to ignite the air around them. Rongqing’s ears turned red, silently consenting to his actions.
The man suddenly swept her up and carried her to the bedroom’s vintage chaise bed. Light gauze fluttered, concealing the room’s spring fragrance. His low breaths mingled with her tender moans, composing a passionate symphony.
Afterwards, the man gazed obsessively at the girl nestled at his shoulder, his eyes growing ever softer. His big hand caressed her captivating face, murmuring softly:
"Rongqing, I think I’ve fallen for you..."
Sadly, the woman was already fast asleep, missing the rare confession of the Huo clan’s master.
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