Chapter 43: Full of Anticipation
Night.
Ji Yueling attended the boxing club’s ball tonight in formal attire.
The entire thirty-second floor belonged to the boxing club. The dedicated ballroom had already been set up with drinks and pastries, decorated especially beautifully. When she arrived, these usually rough-and-tumble guys had actually cleaned themselves up, wearing sharp suits and looking quite presentable.
The women wore elegant evening gowns and slender high heels, not minding at all to show off their graceful figures.
She wore a silver evening gown, having deliberately gone to get her hair done beforehand. The gown was elegant and gorgeous, yet dignified and pure, revealing her snow-white slender neck like a proud white swan. Below the dress, her slender legs wore silver high heels covered in glitter that sparkled. She had intentionally arrived a bit late.
Because she was afraid that if Gu Qing knew she was coming, he wouldn’t show up.
All drinks were free at the club tonight. Ji Yueling didn’t believe that alcoholic Gu Qing wouldn’t come. Her slender waist stood straight as she walked through the hall, with soothing, melodious music in her ears. No one approached to invite Ji Yueling to dance, as if everyone had already assumed that Gu Qing’s dance partner tonight would be her. As they usually joked, everyone knew little Gu was a child with extremely strong possessiveness.
She moved through the crowd, sitting down in chairs when she got tired of standing, but she didn’t see Gu Qing’s figure for a long time. Suddenly she began to doubt herself again—perhaps she had been wrong, Gu Qing wouldn’t come… but that guy’s personality would never skip free drinks just to avoid her.
After another half hour, she finally saw Gu Qing.
But at this moment, Gu Qing was holding hands with a girl wearing a black dress.
The girl wore a not particularly glamorous black dress that was somewhat childish. Her shoulder-length hair was black as ink, and she wasn’t wearing high heels but black leather boots instead, with her ankles covered by white socks with lace trim.
She was timidly observing everything in the ballroom. Compared to her stage fright, Gu Qing appeared relaxed and lazy, leaning close to Lu Qianqian’s ear saying, “It’s fine, they’re all familiar faces. Just think of it as coming to eat little cakes.”
As soon as Gu Qing arrived, the entire ballroom seemed to become livelier, with many people greeting him. But when they saw the girl Gu Qing was holding hands with, they were first slightly stunned, then somewhat surprised, and then pursed their lips to indicate Ji Yueling in the corner.
“It’s fine, we broke up.” Gu Qing habitually spouted nonsense.
Lu Qianqian tilted her head, thinking: When did you two ever date?
Gu Qing casually picked up two egg tarts from the table, giving one each to him and Lu Qianqian, and also poured her a glass of golden champagne. Lu Qianqian picked it up and took a small sip, looking toward the crowd in the dance floor, becoming even more timid, saying quietly, “I don’t know how to dance…”
“It’s okay, I’ll teach you.”
Gu Qing affectionately pinched her cheek. Lu Qianqian carefully observed their surroundings and then saw Ji Yueling sitting there. She reached out and gently tugged at Gu Qing’s shirt corner, indicating for Gu Qing to look over too, saying quietly, “Sister Ji looks so beautiful today.”
Gu Qing also glanced at her. He didn’t dodge or run away, but instead calmly raised his champagne and toasted her from afar.
Ji Yueling’s eyes gradually turned cold.
The look of wanting to devour someone alive and whole couldn’t be hidden.
She stood up, not avoiding anything at all, but instead grabbed Gu Qing’s shirt collar and pulled him aside first, saying coldly, “What did you bring her here for?”
“To eat little cakes. Uncle Qin’s handmade little cakes are delicious, but if I took them back to her they’d get cold and wouldn’t taste good.” Gu Qing blinked innocently.
“Don’t you know these people…”
“It’s fine, I already said hello in the group chat.”
Ji Yueling’s eyes were still so cold, looking into his eyes, “So, you’re dancing with her tonight?”
“Do you want to dance with me?” Gu Qing looked at her with full innocence.
“No.” Ji Yueling turned her head away.
“Oh…”
Gu Qing nodded, looking at her hand gripping his collar. She had even found time to get her nails done, and they looked quite nice. Just as Gu Qing was about to leave, Ji Yueling grabbed his shoulder again, suddenly leaning close to his ear.
Her tone was still so cold, but the words she spoke made Gu Qing’s expression become especially vivid in an instant.
“To satisfy your perverted fetish, under my dress… I’m not wearing anything.”
“Liar.” Gu Qing pursed his lips.
Ji Yueling’s lips curved up, “Want to bet?”
“Bet.” Gu Qing reached out to pinch her face, “If you are wearing something, next time we meet I get to spank you hard a hundred times!”
Ji Yueling’s eyes showed a flash of guilt for an instant, which Gu Qing immediately noticed. Gu Qing smugly hummed, adding, “Let me correct that—I don’t have such weird fetishes. If I had a girlfriend, I’d definitely want her to be fully dressed when going out.”
“You’re so sure you won the bet?” Ji Yueling glanced at him sideways.
“Of course.” Gu Qing had just proudly raised his head when Ji Yueling grabbed him and walked to the restroom. The private restroom was also members-only. Gu Qing was caught off guard as she pushed him inside, the door locked behind them. Ji Yueling stood there with her arms crossed, her eyes playful yet quiet as she looked at him.
Gu Qing reached out to lift her dress hem, bit by bit lifting her skirt to the base of her thighs. Under Ji Yueling’s dress, her underwear was properly worn—light purple with lace trim, tightly wrapping her tender curves. Gu Qing glanced at her sideways, “Didn’t I win?”
“Yes.” Ji Yueling nodded, “I just wanted you to comment on this underwear.”
“Pretty.” Gu Qing nodded, but just as his fingertips grabbed her underwear and tried to pull it down, his hand was slapped away by Ji Yueling. Her dress fell back down, only revealing her slender, snow-white legs.
“Thank you for going to such lengths to please me.” Gu Qing reached out to pinch her face again, trying to dispel the coldness in her eyes. But Ji Yueling suddenly grabbed his wrist. Before he could speak, Ji Yueling suddenly pressed him against the wall and leaned close, lightly kissing the corner of Gu Qing’s mouth.
Her lipstick stained Gu Qing’s lips. Gu Qing tilted his head.
“Should I thank you too?”
“Damn, you’re not starting to seduce yourself, are you?” Gu Qing widened his eyes, “Can you tell me what you’re thinking?”
“Nothing.” Ji Yueling turned her face away, then suddenly whispered, “I was wrong. Add me back as a friend, and from now on… I’ll take the photos you want to see every day on time.”
“Heh, there’s no regret medicine in this world. If you want to apologize, you should bear the appropriate consequences.”
“So taking photos for you every day isn’t enough… what else do you want?” Ji Yueling’s eyes stared straight at him. The next moment, Gu Qing reached out to rest his hand on her shoulder, lowered his head, buried his face between her breasts, and nuzzled several times while breathing deeply and greedily.
“So disgusting.” Ji Yueling couldn’t help but look at him with disdain.
After a good while, Gu Qing finally raised his head with a completely satisfied expression, “Smells so good!”
Gu Qing suddenly leaned close again, wiping all the lipstick from the corner of his mouth onto Ji Yueling’s face, then naturally turned and walked out the door. Ji Yueling followed him out, and Gu Qing muttered, “I need to keep Qianqian company, you go play by yourself.”
“Then I’ll go find other men to dance with?”
“Not allowed.” Gu Qing answered lazily.
“Narcissist.” Ji Yueling pursed her lips.

Gu Qing took Lu Qianqian to dance.
Dancing wasn’t difficult to begin with, and Lu Qianqian wasn’t stupid either. She quickly learned the especially simple dance steps with Gu Qing. Her slender waist was held in Gu Qing’s embrace, with Lu Qianqian’s hands resting on his shoulders, completely giving him control.
After a little while, her cheeks began to turn rosy, and when she accidentally stepped on Gu Qing, she would stick out her pink little tongue to apologize. Gu Qing just smiled, and when he got close to Lu Qianqian, her fragrance became even more obvious.
Lu Qianqian’s voice was suddenly very soft, “So, what did you do in the restroom with Sister Ji just now?”
“Chatted.”
“But Sister Ji has lipstick on her face.” Lu Qianqian tilted her head, then immediately concluded, “Scumbag.”
“Huh?” Gu Qing widened his eyes, but then thought about it and nodded, “I’m doomed, I’ve become a scumbag.”
“So will you dance with Sister Ji later?”
“If Qianqian doesn’t want me to, then I won’t.”
“Eh? That’s so unfair.” Lu Qianqian pouted slightly, but her voice was still gentle, “Then you should still dance with Sister Ji.”
“Is that really what Qianqian thinks?”
“Of course not.”
“Then why does Qianqian still say that?”
“Because… dancing with Sister Ji would save you a lot of trouble, right?” Lu Qianqian’s eyes were mischievous.
So when it came to being likeable and endearing, ten Ji Yuelings probably couldn’t compare to one Lu Qianqian.

So Gu Qing danced with Ji Yueling.
Ji Yueling didn’t need Gu Qing to teach her—her mother had taught her when she was very young. Gu Qing gently held her waist, but the distance was slightly farther than when he had danced with Lu Qianqian earlier. While dancing with him, Ji Yueling coldly scolded him, “Trash.”
“Trash?” Gu Qing was puzzled.
“Playing with a high school girl’s feelings—what else would you call that but trash?”
“Hey hey, get this straight—I’m nineteen, she’s eighteen. We’re about the same age.”
“Your life experiences are completely different. To you, perhaps all her little thoughts can be easily manipulated and controlled by you. In your eyes, how is she any different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered?”
“You have a really big prejudice against me…”
Clearly he was the one being played around with by Lu Qianqian.
But he was too lazy to argue with Ji Yueling, instead saying, “So to make Lu Qianqian wary and disgusted with me, hurry up and kiss me!”
“Even more of a scumbag.” Ji Yueling said coldly, “She took you in, listens to you, and you have the heart to hurt her like this?”
“I think you’re just looking for an excuse to scold me…” Gu Qing couldn’t help muttering, his fingertips secretly pinching her waist, leaning close to her ear to whisper sinisterly, “Remember you lost the bet earlier—you owe me a hundred slaps, the kind that make noise.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Ji Yueling answered flatly, her eyes looking at him coldly.
When the masochist enjoys being abused, the sadist becomes the masochist’s toy.