The Little Pretty Boy I Raised Is the Crown Prince of the Capital Circle

"One more time?" The man's voice was deep and pleasant. There was a hoarseness in it, carrying a desire that hadn't faded yet, with a power to charm people. Jiang Ciyou glanced at the floor. The lace underwear intertwined with the suit, the torn dress, and the high - heeled shoes rolled under the sofa. Everything was silently telling the intensity and wildness of what had just happened. "No, I'm tired." Jiang Ciyou refused. This man's physical strength was getting better and better. She had almost cried and begged for mercy just now. Even though she said so, her small hand still unceremoniously gave a hard touch on the man's firm abs. The man grabbed her mischievous little hand. His voice was tinged with dissatisfaction but still full of magnetism: "Don't tease me. I may not be able to hold back." Jiang Ciyou laughed. Her face was originally bright and charming. At this moment, her black eyes were like stars, her red lips were like fire, and her thick, wavy black hair spread over her snow - white back, making her skin look like congealed fat. Her petal - like red lips lazily curled up, and a tiny tear mole at the corner of her eye twitched. This smile was like Daji in the mortal world, bewitching people's hearts. The man looked at the woman in his arms, who was as lazy as a cat, and had an impulse to pounce on her again and devour her completely. "Don't be so stingy. If I can't touch you in the future, I'll miss it very much." Jiang Ciyou was still smiling cheerfully. But the man's expression suddenly froze, and his face instantly turned cold. "What do you mean?" Jiang Ciyou lifted the thin quilt and got up, quickly putting on her clothes. Then she took out a check from her bag and walked up to the man. "Honey, here is five million, as compensation for you. Of course, this villa is also yours." She placed the check in the man's hand. But at this moment, the man didn't feel happy at all for receiving such a huge gift. "Jiang Ciyou, you want to dump me?" The man's voice was terrifyingly low. Obviously, he was restraining his angry emotions. Jiang Ciyou still had a beaming face. She pinched the man's chin soothingly and gave him a kiss: "My husband is back. It's not convenient for me to play outside anymore. Let's stop here." The man's face grew even more gloomy. Jiang Ciyou pecked his handsome thin lips again and said, "Be good. If you run into difficulties in the future, you can still call me." After saying that, Jiang Ciyou got up, picked up her bag, and walked out of the room. She hadn't taken more than a couple of steps when she heard the sound of something breaking in the room. Jiang Ciyou didn't stop in her tracks. She just smiled helplessly. She had been supporting him for three years. There might not have been any true feelings, but there was at least a bit of pretense. Such an abrupt and decisive breakup was indeed a bit hard to accept. After leaving the villa, Jiang Ciyou drove straight to the airport. Her husband, Yan Feng, had gone abroad with his mistress for three years. Now, unable to withstand the pressure from the family, he was finally coming back. "Jiang Ciyou, although we were childhood sweethearts and dated for two years, I don't have any feelings for you at all." "The only one I love is Xia Ling. If it weren't for my grandpa forcing me, I would never have married you." "I won't touch you. This is my promise to Xia Ling." "All I can give you is the title of Mrs. Yan. If you can't stand being lonely, you can find a boyfriend outside. I definitely won't interfere. Of course, you can't interfere with the relationship between Xia Ling and me either." These were the words Yan Feng had said to her on their wedding night. Although three years had passed, she remembered every word clearly. The Jiang family and the Yan family had an excellent relationship. The heads of the three generations of both families were close friends. In Jiang Ciyou's generation, the Jiang family had a daughter, and the Yan family had a son. Since their birth, the two families had arranged a betrothal for them. In order to cultivate the relationship between the two children, they were made to play together since childhood. During winter and summer vacations, they would take turns staying at each other's homes. Their relationship had always been good. Even after entering university, they started dating naturally. It was until Xia Ling stepped into their relationship. Speaking of which, it was she herself who pushed Yan Feng towards Xia Ling. Xia Ling was their high - school classmate. She came from a poor family, was timid in character, but had excellent grades and was the only student admitted to the aristocratic school through recommendation. Like a little white rabbit entering an arena full of beasts, she was always bullied by those arrogant young masters and ladies. It was Jiang Ciyou who helped her time and time again, even getting into fights for her. The two became the best of friends during high school. Later, they were admitted to the same university. As her "best friend" in high school, Xia Ling was naturally quite familiar with Yan Feng. But at that time, there was no sign of anything between them. During the summer vacation of their sophomore year in college, Jiang Ciyou and Yan Feng signed up for a summer camp organized by the school. Just before departure, Jiang Ciyou sprained her ankle, so she gave her spot to Xia Ling. Originally, if Jiang Ciyou didn't go, Yan Feng didn't want to go either. But Jiang Ciyou was worried that Xia Ling would be bullied by others, so she insisted that Yan Feng go with her to take care of her. As a result, while taking care of her, the two of them got together. Coincidentally, during that summer vacation, Jiang Ciyou experienced the biggest setback in her life. Jiang Xiaoxiao came back. At this darkest moment of her life, Yan Feng suddenly broke up with her and said he wanted to be with Xia Ling. She couldn't bear all the blows. She cut her wrists. She didn't die, but this incident led to all sorts of turn - arounds. Yan Feng's parents felt extremely heartbroken. After all, they had watched Jiang Ciyou grow up, seeing her as their future daughter - in - law. Grandpa Yan even threatened Yan Feng with the family shares, forcing him to marry her. However, less than two months later, he applied for a spot as an exchange student at Yale University and went to the United States. Of course, Xia Ling went with him. It had been a full three years... Soon, the car stopped outside the airport. Jiang Ciyou's thoughts quickly returned. Today, it was Grandpa who asked her to pick up Yan Feng. Jiang Ciyou raised her wrist and looked at her watch. The time was just right. Jiang Ciyou looked up and indeed saw Yan Feng pushing a suitcase walking out of the airport hall. The man was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. His face was handsome and his temperament was extraordinary. Every gesture exuded the dignity and elegance of a noble family's son. His originally gentle face turned solemn the moment he saw Jiang Ciyou. Jiang Ciyou smiled, opened the car door and got out, then walked over. "Hubby, long time no see. Hope you've been well." Jiang Ciyou smiled brightly. As a former broadcasting and hosting major, her voice was already extremely beautiful, and with a bit of deliberate coquettishness. She was even more charming and irresistible. Even the people around couldn't help but take a few more glances in her direction, secretly envying the woman's husband. Yan Feng looked at the woman in front of him, but his brows furrowed even tighter. Jiang Ciyou was very beautiful today, as if she had dressed up carefully to see him. She looked a bit different from three years ago. In the past, she didn't wear makeup and looked innocent and cute. Now, with delicate makeup, her hair permed into big waves, and dressed in all brand - name clothes, she exuded a sense of laziness and nobility. "Don't call me hubby." Yan Feng's voice was cold. He turned his head and glanced at the woman in a white dress beside him. Before getting out of the car, Jiang Ciyou had seen her. Xia Ling had come back with him. Xia Ling was wearing a loose, pure - cotton white dress. She didn't wear makeup, but her small face, paired with her naturally shy and innocent eyes, still made her look incredibly charming. She held Yan Feng's arm with one hand, and with the other, she unconsciously touched her slightly protruding belly. This action was all too obvious. Jiang Ciyou smiled and asked, "Xia Ling, are you pregnant?"