Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 187
Chapter 187: Was That Our First Kiss?
Wang Zhen Dong bolted out of the private room, his heart pounding as he caught sight of Ting Ting already near the club’s exit.
“Hey! Ting Ting! Wait up!” he shouted, pushing through the crowd, his voice urgent.
But instead of stopping, she picked up the pace. He could see her slender figure weaving through the neon-lit streets, her heels clicking against the pavement.
Finally, at the alley behind the club, he caught up to her. He reached out, grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not rough.
“Ting Ting, why the hell are you running?” he demanded, breathless.
She turned to face him, her eyes glistening under the dim streetlight, tears threatening to spill over. “What else am I supposed to do?” she choked out. “How am I supposed to face you?”
Looking at her, all the anger and frustration he’d felt just moments ago evaporated. The sight of her, so delicate yet so stubborn, twisted something deep inside him. He sucked in a deep breath, voice lowering, gentler now.
“But why, Ting Ting? I helped you find a job. I left you money. Why did you come back to this?”
She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she bit her lip, her red lipstick smudging slightly. “You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “You look down on me now.”
A tear slipped free, rolling down her cheek. Wang Zhen Dong felt his chest tighten. He hated seeing her cry.
“No! Damn it, Ting Ting, no!” he said, panicked. “I—”
He cut himself off, his frustration turning inward. Without thinking, he slapped himself across the face. Hard. The crack of it echoed down the alley.
“Ting Ting, I swear, I’m not mad! I just—”
Before he could say more, she reached for his hand, stopping him from hitting himself again. Her touch was warm, her fingers soft.
“Dummy,” she murmured, her voice carrying a mix of sadness and affection. “Why would you do that?”
Something inside him stirred at her tenderness. His blood felt hot in his veins.
“Ting Ting…” he started, but she lowered her head.
“I know you care about me, Dong,” she said quietly. “But I had no choice.”
She swallowed hard, then forced herself to continue. “My mom’s in the hospital. The deposit and treatment alone cost thirty grand. If I don’t do this, where am I gonna get that kind of money?”
Wang Zhen Dong felt like someone had punched him straight in the gut. His hands clenched into fists before he reached for hers again.
“Ting Ting, why didn’t you come to me?” he asked, his voice rough. “Thirty grand? That’s nothing. I’ll get it for you. I promise.”
She didn’t pull away. She let him hold her hands, let his warmth seep into her skin. But she still shook her head.
“You’ve already done too much for me. I can’t take more from you.”
He squared his shoulders, his grip tightening. “Your problems are my problems. You hear me? Money is nothing. If it’ll help you, I’ll get it. Whatever it takes.”
Ting Ting looked up at him then, her eyes swimming with emotion. “Dong, you’re too good to me,” she whispered. “I don’t even know how to repay you.”
“You don’t have to,” he murmured. “I just need you to know—there’s a man in this world who would give everything for you. And that man is me.”
She sucked in a breath, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. Slowly, hesitantly, she leaned into him, resting her head against his chest.
Wang Zhen Dong felt his pulse hammering in his throat. The scent of her perfume, the warmth of her body—it was intoxicating. Before he could stop himself, he tilted her chin up and kissed her.
Ting Ting didn’t resist. She let her eyes flutter shut, melting into the kiss like she belonged there. Their lips moved together, soft and slow, as if they had all the time in the world.
He held her close, his hands instinctively roaming, tracing the curves of her back. She shivered against him, letting out a small sound as his fingers wandered lower—
And then, suddenly, she pushed him away.
She stumbled back, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Her face was flushed, her lips slightly swollen.
“I—I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I’ve never… done this before. I—I’m scared.”
Wang Zhen Dong stared at her, still dazed, still drunk on the feel of her. But then, he saw the fear in her eyes, and the haze lifted.
“It’s okay,” he said softly, stepping back, giving her space. “We don’t have to rush anything.”
Ting Ting nodded, but her hands were trembling.
Wang Zhen Dong took a deep breath and reached for her once more, but this time, just to hold her hand.
“You’re not alone in this, Ting Ting,” he promised. “I’m here. No matter what.”
She looked at him then, eyes glassy with tears, lips trembling—but this time, she didn’t run.
Wang Zhen Dong froze for a moment, then his face lit up with unrestrained joy.
[This girl… she’s never been through this before?]
Testing the waters, he asked, “You… you’ve never had a boyfriend before?”
Ting Ting shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “No… never.”
“My… my first kiss…”
Wang Zhen Dong’s heart pounded so hard it nearly burst. He pulled Ting Ting into his arms and murmured, “Ting Ting, I swear, I won’t ever let you down.”
“I’ll treat you right. Forever.”
Ting Ting rested against his chest and gave a small nod.
But Wang Zhen Dong didn’t notice the cold amusement flickering in her eyes, nor the faint smirk curling at the edges of her lips.
…
An hour later, Wang Zhen Dong swaggered back into Donghao Entertainment Club, his grin so wide it nearly split his face in half.
As soon as he stepped into the private room, he waved toward Li Yue Dong at the door. “Manager Li, Ting Ting asked me to tell you something.”
“She’s not coming back to work.”
Li Yue Dong’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “What!?”
Wang Zhen Dong shot him a look. “Got a problem with that, Manager Li?”
Li Yue Dong barely stopped himself from cursing out loud. Ting Ting was the most stunning girl he had ever brought in. He had plans for her, big plans. Someone like her could entertain high-profile guests, guys like Chen Xue Wen.
Letting her go? That was a damn waste!
But Wang Zhen Dong was Chen Xue Wen’s right-hand man. No matter how much it burned, Li Yue Dong didn’t dare to argue. He forced a stiff nod. “No… no problem.”
Wang Zhen Dong, pleased with the response, sauntered back to his seat beside Chen Xue Wen.
Li Er Yong chuckled and motioned to Li Yue Dong. “Manager Li, bring over a beauty for Dongzi.”
Li Yue Dong turned to leave, but Wang Zhen Dong waved him off. “No need.”
Then, he turned to Chen Xue Wen, grinning. “I’m gonna be like you, Xue Wen-ge. A one-woman man from now on.”
Chen Xue Wen’s brows twitched slightly, but he said nothing, only offering a faint smile.
The others burst into laughter, egging Wang Zhen Dong on, demanding details.
He just chuckled foolishly, refusing to say more.
Chen Xue Wen, watching Wang Zhen Dong’s lovestruck expression, felt an unease settle in his gut.
[This fool looks just like he did the last time he got himself played.]
But in front of the brothers, he let it go.
…
The night wrapped up as usual. The crew crashed at a nearby hotel, just like always.
The girl by Chen Xue Wen’s side that night was glued to his arm, her fingers dangerously close to slipping into his pocket—or maybe somewhere else. Her eyes were sultry, her body pressed against his as if she’d become part of him.
She had made her intentions crystal clear.
Chen Xue Wen led her upstairs to the room. As soon as they stepped inside, the girl wasted no time, throwing her arms around him.
Chen Xue Wen remained calm, gently pushing her away. “Go take a shower first.”
Hearing that, she lit up like she’d won the lottery and rushed into the bathroom, humming a tune as she turned on the water.
Chen Xue Wen sat at the desk, pulled out his phone, and dialed Wang Zhen Dong’s number.
“Come to my room.”
Minutes later, Wang Zhen Dong arrived.
Right at that moment, the girl stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a towel. Her wet hair dripped down her shoulders, her skin glistening from the steam.
She blinked, slightly surprised to see another man in the room.
But she didn’t say anything.
After all, in her line of work, she’d seen it all. Some men had… special tastes.
She slinked toward Chen Xue Wen, her bare shoulder peeking from the towel as she draped herself over him. Her gaze flicked toward Wang Zhen Dong, dark with unspoken invitations.
The air in the room grew thick, charged with an indescribable tension.
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