Damn it! The kept man I'm supporting turns out to be a privileged young master in New York

"Again?" The man's voice was deep and pleasant. There was an unquenched desire in the huskiness, with a power to bewitch people's hearts. Jiang Ciyou glanced at the floor, the lace underwear intertwined with the suit, the torn dress, and the high heels rolled under the sofa. They all told of the intensity and madness just now. "No, I'm tired." Jiang Ciyou refused. This man's physical strength was really getting better and better. Just now she had almost cried for mercy. Although she said so, her little hand still unabashedly gave the man's firm abdominal muscles a firm squeeze. The man caught her mischievous little hand. His voice was tinged with some dissatisfaction of desire, but still full of magnetism: "Don't tease me, I might not be able to hold back." Jiang Ciyou smiled. Her face was already stunningly beautiful. At this moment, her black eyes were like stars, her red lips were like fire, and a thick black wavy hair spread on her snow-white back, making her skin look like congealed fat. Her petal-like red lips curled up lazily, and a tiny tear mole at the corner of her eye trembled slightly. This smile was like a bewitching enchantress from the present world, captivating people's hearts. The man looked at the woman who was as lazy as a cat in his arms and had the urge to pounce on her again and devour her. "Don't be so stingy. I'll miss it a lot if I can't touch it in the future." Jiang Ciyou still smiled secretly. But the man suddenly looked gloomy, and his face instantly turned cold. "What do you mean?" Jiang Ciyou lifted the quilt and got up, quickly getting dressed. Then she took out a cheque from her bag and walked to the man. "Darling, here is five million yuan as compensation for you. Of course, this villa is also for you." She put the cheque in the man's hand. But at this moment, the man didn't have the slightest joy of receiving a huge gift. "Jiang Ciyou, you want to dump me?" The man's voice was terrifyingly deep. Obviously restraining his angry emotions. Jiang Ciyou still looked as if spring breeze was on her face. She stroked the man's chin soothingly and gave him a kiss: "My husband is back, and it's not convenient for me to play outside anymore. Let's end it here." The man's face became even gloomier. Jiang Ciyou kissed his good-looking thin lips lightly again: "Be good. If you encounter difficulties in the future, you can still call me." After saying that, Jiang Ciyou got up, took her bag and walked out of the room. She hadn't taken two steps when she heard something smashing inside the room. Jiang Ciyou's footsteps didn't stop. She just smiled helplessly. She had kept him for three years. There was no true love, but a bit of false affection. This sudden and unexpected breakup was indeed a bit hard to accept. After coming out of the villa, Jiang Ciyou drove directly to the airport. Her husband, Yan Feng, had eloped abroad with his mistress for three years. Now, unable to withstand the pressure from the family, he finally came back. "Jiang Ciyou, although we were childhood sweethearts and dated for two years, I have no feelings for you at all." "The one I like is only Xia Ling. If it weren't for grandpa forcing me, I would never have married you." "I won't touch you. This is my promise to Xia Ling." "The only thing I can give you is the title of Mrs. Yan. If you can't stand the loneliness, you can go out and find a boyfriend. I will never interfere. Of course, you can't interfere in my affairs with Xia Ling either." This was what Yan Feng said to her on the wedding night. Although three years had passed, she still remembered every word clearly. The relationship between the Jiang family and the Yan family was extremely good. The heads of the three generations were all friends. When it came to Jiang Ciyou's generation, the Jiang family had a daughter, and the Yan family had a son. From the moment they were born, the two families had arranged a marriage for them. In order to cultivate the feelings between the two children, they were allowed to play together since childhood. During winter and summer vacations, they would take turns living in each other's homes. Their relationship had always been good, and they even started dating naturally after going to college. Until Xia Ling came between them. Speaking of which, it was she who personally pushed Yan Feng to Xia Ling's side. Xia Ling was their high school classmate. Her family was poor, and she had a weak personality, but she had excellent grades and was the only recommended student in the noble school. She was like a little white rabbit that had strayed into a bullring. She was always bullied by those arrogant children of the rich and powerful. It was Jiang Ciyou who helped her again and again, and even fought for her. The two became best friends in high school. Later, they both were admitted to the same university. As her "bestie" in high school, Xia Ling and Yan Feng were naturally quite familiar with each other. But at that time, there was no sign of anything between them at all. In the summer vacation of their sophomore year, Jiang Ciyou and Yan Feng signed up for the summer camp organized by the school. Just before departure, Jiang Ciyou sprained her ankle, so she gave her place to Xia Ling. Originally, she wasn't going, and Yan Feng didn't want to go either. But Jiang Ciyou was afraid that Xia Ling would be bullied by others, so she insisted that Yan Feng go to take care of her. As a result, while taking care of her, the two of them got together. It was precisely in that summer vacation that Jiang Ciyou experienced the greatest setback in her life. Jiang Xiaoxiao came back. At the 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 kinds of blows. She cut her wrists. She didn't die, but it led to various turns of events. Her strict father and mother were heartbroken. After all, she was the daughter-in-law they had watched grow up since childhood. Old Mr. Yan even used the family shares as a threat and forced Yan Feng to marry her. However, less than two months later, he applied for an exchange student quota at Yale University and went to the United States. Of course, Xia Ling went with him. It's been a full three years... Soon the car stopped outside the airport. Jiang Ciyou's thoughts also quickly returned. Today, Old Mr. Yan 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 luggage cart out of the airport hall. The man was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. His features were clear and handsome, and his temperament was extraordinary. Every move he made exuded the dignity and elegance of a scion of a noble family. The face that was originally gentle sank when he saw Jiang Ciyou. Jiang Ciyou smiled, opened the car door, got out, and then walked over. "Husband, long time no see. I hope everything is fine with you." Jiang Ciyou's smile was bright and dazzling. As a former broadcast host, her voice was already very pleasant, and with a bit of deliberate coquetry, it was even more charming and irresistible. Even the people around couldn't help but look at her direction a few more times, secretly envying this woman's husband. Yan Feng looked at the woman in front of him, and his brows furrowed even tighter. Today's Jiang Ciyou was very beautiful, as if she had dressed up carefully to meet him. She looked a bit different from three years ago. In the past, she didn't wear makeup and looked pure and lovely. But now, her makeup was exquisite, her hair was permed into big waves, and she was wearing all famous brands, exuding an air of laziness and nobility. "Don't call me husband." Yan Feng's voice was very cold. He then turned to look at the woman in a white dress beside him. Jiang Ciyou had seen her before getting out of the car. Xia Ling had come back with him. Xia Ling was wearing a loose pure white long dress. She wasn't wearing makeup, but her small face the size of a palm, combined with her naturally innocent and timid eyes, still looked very charming. She was holding Yan Feng's arm with one hand and unconsciously touching her slightly bulging abdomen with the other hand. This gesture was all too obvious. Jiang Ciyou smiled and asked, "Xia Ling, are you pregnant?"