Chapter 37 Women are hard to understand

Lin Ruoxi had calmed down and gone to her room, but before she went to her room, she saw that Yang Chen was about to leave the house. She asked why he was leaving so late into the night.


"Where are you going so late?"


"I will go to a bar as I have to meet someone there."


Yang Chen almost forgot that he had an appointment with Situ Rose. The beautiful bar owner, who had a past with him,


Hearing that, Lin Ruoxi subconsciously asked.


"Woman?"


Yang Chen looked back at her. Then it came to him that, even though they were faking their marriage, he should still tell her when and where he would go, just in case.


"Yes."


Lin Ruoxi tried to hide it, but she couldn't hide it completely. She felt like her husband was cheating on her, but she needed to remind herself that he wasn't actually her husband. And they were just living together because of their fake marriage. 


However, the thought of Yang Chen meeting with a woman late into the night made her feel uneasy for some reason.


"Okay."


She then went inside her room, leaving Yang Chen to wonder why she showed such an expression to him. It was like he had cheated on her somehow.


Yang Chen shook his head. Sometimes it was hard to understand the thoughts of a woman.


…


Bar Street was extraordinarily quiet during the day, with only a few cats and dogs prowling the streets. Very few people and vehicles passed by, which was completely opposite to the hustle and bustle at night.


Yang Chen pushed open the main door to Rose Bar and greeted the napping bartender, Little Zhao. Then he strolled directly to the passage at the back of the bar.


Several of the waiters, who noticed the arrival of Yang Chen, did not obstruct him and instead greeted him with respect. They clearly knew the relationship between Yang Chen and Rose was not ordinary.


The passage behind the bar was strangely over fifty meters long. At the end of it stood two tall men in suits, guarding the exquisite wooden door three meters behind them. When the two noticed it was Yang Chen who came, they neatly bowed immediately and followed with a welcome gesture.


Yang Chen nodded, walked forward to the flower-carved wooden door, and opened it. A natural fragrance burst forth from the inside, bringing with it a slight scent of lavender.


This is a surprisingly humongous room, with smooth brown parquet flooring and black marble walls, and in the middle was a huge 7-foot-wide bed on a leather frame. 


Coffee-colored decorations gave the room some dark charm, revealing a somewhat low-profile elegance. On one side of the room is a full glass door; outside the glass door was an open-air swimming pool and a small garden.


It’s difficult to imagine that at the back of a noisy bar there is actually a quiet sanctuary—here was Rose’s “home”.


From the moment he entered the room, Yang Chen subconsciously felt a chill, and at the same time, without hesitation, he stretched his right hand out.


A sharp sound cut through the air, and a white hand wielding a sharp and cold dagger suddenly appeared 3-inches away from Yang Chen’s face, but it was perfectly blocked.


With the sneak attack blocked, the dagger in that hand rotated in a flash, and with a movement as smooth as flowing water, it once again pierced towards Yang Chen’s ribs!


Yang Chen leisurely stuck his hand to that smooth, warm arm, gently gripped it, and pushed it outwards. The hand wielding the dagger was no longer able to move an inch closer to Yang Chen’s body.


The sneak attacker realized that she did not have enough strength and lifted her small foot to strike the back of Yang Chen’s waist. 


Unexpectedly, as if he had foreseen all these movements, Yang Chen pushed down the arm with the dagger in one move.


The small foot wasn’t completely raised yet, but it was blocked already.


“I’m not playing anymore!”


Rose unhappily pouted and casually tossed the dagger on the floor. 


“It’s always the same; I really don’t know how a monster like you trained; you’re even younger than me, yet your skills are too much!”


Yang Chen released Rose’s soft arm; that delicate feeling made it difficult to part with. He then turned around with an expression of a smile, but not a smile, and said, 


“Not bad, much quicker than last month; this improvement rate is considered extremely fast.”


“But in front of you, I still lose in one move."


Rose rolled her eyes at Yang Chen and gracefully sat on the huge bed. As this was her room, Rose was dressed in an incomparably casual fashion, wearing a white lacy nightgown made of silk that loosely covered her seductive figure.


The V neckline on her chest is raised high by plentiful twin peaks. From the cleavage, a black chiffon bra is spotted, struggling to hold on to the two lumps of pink flesh. The lower half of the nightgown is surprisingly short and only covers her round bottom, while the smooth white thighs hang outside like fruits, glowing with teeth-like luster.


Yang Chen’s gaze involuntarily moved towards the area between Rose’s thighs; springtime sultriness rippled from there; it was actually also a pair of black chiffon panties. Vaguely, a few strands of black grass appeared before his eyes.


Rose’s eyes revealed pride. Due to certain reasons, this man who made her so devoted had been trying to keep distance, but presently it seems like he does not have much resistance against her body. While secretly happy in her heart, she throws an even more flirtatious gaze, with limpid eyes that could hook souls away.


“Yang Chen... is your big sister pretty?"


“Yes, you are very pretty.” 


“Wanna touch?” 


With one hand, she slowly pushed the strap off, revealing a white and tender chest. Her pair of thighs also spread a little, allowing the hazy beauty at the base of her legs to become a little clearer.


Yang Chen took a deep breath. His symptoms began to react again. He used the same method to try to suppress his physical reaction, focusing his attention on maintaining self-control. 


However, the temptation was becoming increasingly difficult to resist as her seductive aura filled the room.


Despite having seen a multitude of beauties and the even more world-breakingly beautiful face of his fake wife, Lin Ruoxi,


Rose in front of him was still top-notch despite her beauty being slightly inferior; even without mentioning that charming temperament, that figure was such a ripe peach. The current Rose was like a red rose, exuding a fragrance with sweet nectar that caused dizziness.


Yang Chen slowly approached until he’s right in front of Rose, and slowly leaned towards her. He stared deep into Rose’s enchanting peach flower eyes and suddenly made a heartfelt laugh. 


“Big sister Rose, I really want to touch you, but if I do, you wouldn’t grab a dagger and chop off my hand, would you?”


“Am I able to chop it?” 


Rose charmingly said.


“You’re too alluring, my bones are all turning soft; perhaps at that moment I would be powerless.”


“Then would you like to try?” 


Rose licked her lips and said it with a lazy and sultry tone.


Yang Chen sucked in a breath of Rose’s smell, which seemingly exuded a flowery aphrodisiac but revealed exceptionally clear eyes. 


“Is there anything I need to do in exchange?”


Right after those words, Rose’s originally seductive eyes lost all color and instead revealed some disappointment, rejection, pain, and resentment. The myriad of complicated feelings suddenly made Rose laugh crazily. 


“Haha, Yang Chen, so this is what you see me as..."


“Huh?”


Yang Chen was confused. Was he misunderstanding something? And it unintentionally hurt her somehow. Women are really hard to understand.