Rekindled Hearts: The Tycoon’s Reluctant Love

Chapter 116: Chapter 116: She bit him hard on the neck.

The SUV stopped just a few centimeters away from Jing Hang.

Jing Hang’s heart, which had risen to his throat, then heavily fell back down.

The tall and imposing man got out of the car, slammed the car door, and took large strides towards him.

Jing Hang, not caring about anything else, hastily handed over the Ming Yao in his arms into the man’s embrace.

Gu Siting’s hands subconsciously caught the woman passed to him by Jing Hang.

He looked down at the woman and glanced at her once.

Seeing her pale complexion and haggard appearance, he furrowed his brows slightly.

This Little Swindler, it’s only been a few days since I last saw her, how did she turn into such a mess?

In her hazy semi-consciousness, Ming Yao suddenly smelled the crisp and pleasant scent of cold cypress coming from the man.

A familiar and coveted fragrance.

She lifted her dense and long eyelashes, looking toward the man holding her.

Her vision was still blurry, so she couldn’t see his face too clearly.

But that crisp and pleasant scent made her feel secure.

“Gu Siting—”

She exerted all her strength to raise her arms and wrap them around his neck.

Burying her face into his chest, she deeply inhaled his scent.

Seeing Ming Yao’s actions, Gu Siting’s features tensed, and his body stiffened.

She seemed to need and rely on him a lot?

This woman was becoming more and more indiscernible!

As Gu Siting was filled with confusion, he suddenly felt pain on his neck.

The woman retaliatively bit onto his neck.

Before he could react, he heard the woman’s voice gritting her teeth by his ear, “Damn Gu Siting, what the hell did I owe you in my last life?”

Gu Siting’s eyes swept toward the woman sharply, but she had closed her eyes again, not knowing whether she had fallen asleep or fainted, completely unconscious!

Gu Siting pressed his tongue against his molars and cursed softly, “Fuck!”

…

Ming Yao woke up to the sound of basketballs bouncing.

Her butterfly-like long lashes slowly opened, and she gazed at the white ceiling with a faintly bewildered expression.

She moved her hand and realized there was an IV drip attached to the back of her hand.

“Girl, you’ve finally woken up!” An elderly woman in simple clothes sat beside the bed. Seeing her awake, she smiled kindly, “You’ve been asleep for nearly two days and nights. The Fourth Master was worried you wouldn’t hold up, so he had the village doctor give you some IV fluids.”

Ming Yao blinked and noticed that she was still holding a man’s overcoat in her arms.

Seeing her look at the overcoat, the elderly woman said with a smile, “That day, after the Fourth Master brought you here, you kept clinging to his overcoat, so he had no choice but to leave it with you.”

Ming Yao gradually realized what had happened, and she looked down at her own body.

She wasn’t wearing the clothes she had come in.

“Auntie, was it you who changed my clothes for me?”

“I wasn’t up on the mountain that night; it was the Fourth Master who changed them for you.”

Ming Yao, “…” That damn man, didn’t he see everything again?

This was so unfair; last time she was poisoned by the Hundred Sepal Flower, her mind was muddled, and she didn’t get a good look at him at all.

After that night, she had only one feeling.

Pain!

“Miss, I heard from Assistant Lu that you and Fourth Master are husband and wife, so it’s okay for your husband to help you change. There’s no need to be shy.”

Ming Yao clenched her teeth, “Who needs that cold-blooded and unfeeling guy to change for me?”

Ming Yao spoke very softly, and the auntie didn’t hear what she said clearly.

“Miss, I’ll go notify Fourth Master. He’s outside teaching the kids to play basketball. He’ll definitely be very happy to know you’ve woken up.”

Ming Yao massaged her temples and sat up from the bed, “Auntie, there’s no need to notify him. I’d like to take a shower.”

She hadn’t taken a shower in two days, and she felt uncomfortable all over.

The auntie took Ming Yao to a simple bathroom.

The temperature in the mountains was a bit low, but after taking a shower, Ming Yao put on a fitted sweater and a pair of tight jeans, tucking the sweater into the waistband, her waistline so slim it could hardly be grasped.

She wore a pair of thin high heels on her feet; the denim wrapped around her slender, straight legs. Despite the simplicity of her outfit, her exquisite curves were well outlined.

A head of long, black, curly hair casually draped over her shoulders, and with just a touch of makeup, she was irresistibly charming.

Ming Yao flicked her damp, long hair and glanced in the direction of the sports field.

Just like the auntie said, Tyrant Gu was on the field teaching a few little boys how to play ball.

On the side of the field, there stood a few young women, probably teachers volunteering in the area.

One of the women watched Gu Siting with hearts in her eyes; her bashful yet admiring demeanor was that of a secret admirer.

Ming Yao lazily lifted her eyebrows.

Tsk, no wonder he hasn’t gone back to Li City for several days—turns out there are pretty young girls in the mountains adoring him too!

Today, Gu Siting wasn’t wearing a shirt—instead, he was dressed in a black polo shirt, with his watch taken off, revealing muscular and resilient arms.

The hair he usually kept meticulous was slightly disheveled across his forehead, making him look much younger, like a big boy just entering college.

He stood at the three-point line, lightly flicked his wrist, and the basketball obediently went into the hoop.

The children and several female teachers watching all applauded.

Sweat dampened the hair on Gu Siting’s forehead; he raised his long fingers with distinct joints and combed his hair back, revealing a handsome forehead. His sharp, angular face appeared even colder and more profound; each line seemed to be carefully outlined by a painter’s brush.

Sweat slid down his smooth face, and he shook his head, a wild look about him.

The female teacher who had been admiring him offered him a bottle of water.@@novelbin@@

From a distance, Ming Yao couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the scoundrel did accept the bottle of water.

He unscrewed the cap, tilted his head slightly, and poured the water down his throat.

The bobbing of his Adam’s apple was sexy yet abstinent.

The female teacher’s gaze grew even more infatuated as she watched him.

Ming Yao snorted.

Who says only women can attract bees and butterflies—when men get flirty, they truly leave women out of the equation!

Ming Yao’s phone vibrated, she took it out to see.

It was Jing Hang calling.

“Senior Sister, have you woken up? Are you alright, no major issues?”

“I’m fine. Where did you go? Did he give you a hard time when you brought me here that day?”

Jing Hang chuckled on the other end of the phone, “Senior Sister, rest assured, your Junior Brother is clever as a fox. I had already slipped away when he wanted to hit me!” By this time, Jing Hang was already at the Tang Sect across the ocean.

After witnessing his senior sister’s agony from insomnia, he vowed to find the Secret Manual as soon as possible to alleviate her suffering!

Jing Hang made sure Ming Yao was fine and then hung up the call.

Ming Yao felt a bit hungry. Just as she was about to ask the auntie for some food, a little boy saw her and exclaimed with a “wow,” “Uncle Gu, Teacher Sang, there’s a really pretty Fairy Sister over there!”

Ming Yao saw the little boy staring at her without blinking, she slowly curved her red lips into a smile for him.

But before that smile fully blossomed, she locked eyes with a pair of sharp, piercingly cold black eyes that seemed to see right through her.