Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

The social party was scheduled for Saturday night, and the school's auditorium was decorated in a magnificent and opulent manner.

All the crystal chandeliers in the dome were turned on, and the light shattered into countless pieces, falling onto the polished dance floor. The sound of a piano drifted intermittently in the air.

Shi Luyu stood at the edge of the dance floor, holding a glass of juice she had barely drunk. She was wearing a light blue knee-length skirt, another one besides the misty pink satin skirt she had bought when she went shopping with Lin Wanqing last time.

A white lace trim around her neckline accentuated her delicate collarbones and soft shoulder line. Her hair was down, with slightly curled ends, and she wore a pair of small pearl stud earrings, a gift from her mother when she returned home.

Shi Luyu was still thinking about what her parents had told her yesterday:

"Lulu, your parents approve of your relationship with Jiajia, but you should always make your own decisions about your feelings."

Her parents are really something... they've really messed up her thoughts.

She hadn't wanted to come. But the project team required all members to attend this school-wide event, saying it was to facilitate interaction with the transfer students and potentially lead to future collaborations. She couldn't find an excuse not to come.

A sudden commotion arose in the crowd. Shi Luyu followed the crowd's gaze and saw Lin Wanqing.

She wore a burgundy floor-length gown made of velvet, which shimmered with a dark sheen under the lights. Her hair was styled in an intricate updo, with a few curls cascading down her sides. Her ruby ​​earrings swayed gently with her every step. All eyes were drawn to her.

She walked toward the direction where Xu Yuanjia was standing.

Xu Yuanjia wore a well-tailored suit, and his hair was not casually hanging down as usual, but combed back into a slicked-back style, revealing his forehead and brow bone. The aggressiveness of his face was completely undisguised at this moment.

He held a glass of champagne, but didn't drink it. He just twirled it in his hand, leaning casually against a pillar, as if the party had nothing to do with him.

Lin Wanqing stopped in front of him and tilted her head slightly.

What Shi Luyu didn't know was that Lin Wanqing's confidence tonight came not only from herself—

Among the transfer student group was a teacher surnamed Gu, in his fifties, who looked like an ordinary scholar. But he was a confidant of the Xu family patriarch, having served Xu Chongshan for thirty years, and his words carried no less weight in the family than any other member of the Xu family.

This person came to Taimai ostensibly to accompany a transfer student and handle academic affairs, but no one knows what his real purpose was.

Lin Wanqing's father had some connection with this teacher, Ms. Gu, and made a point of contacting her beforehand. Before the banquet began, Ms. Gu "casually" mentioned, "Wanqing is very accomplished in social etiquette; it would be good for her to lead the opening dance tonight."

These words were meant for Xu Yuanjia. In this setting, in front of Professor Gu, Xu Yuanjia, as a university student, needed to be discreet and couldn't directly embarrass him.

Xu Yuanjia knew exactly what this meant. The old man was watching him; Lin Wanqing was someone sent by the Lin family, and Teacher Gu was there to deliver a message.

Lin Wanqing extended her hand to him, her posture elegant and her smile composed: "A Yuan, the opening dance."

Shi Luyu stared at the hand, her grip on the juice glass tightening. The cool glass pressed against her palm, yet her fingers burned.

Seeing Lin Wanqing standing in front of him, and seeing him looking down at her outstretched hand, Shi Luyu heard a voice in her heart saying: Don't take it...

Xu Yuanjia's gaze shifted from Lin Wanqing's hand, over her shoulder, and landed on Shi Luyu at the edge of the crowd.

The little rabbit stared at them with its round eyes, its lips slightly pursed, and its cheeks puffed out a little.

Her expression clearly showed jealousy. She was so jealous she didn't even realize it; her brows were already furrowed.

Xu Yuanjia's lips twitched slightly.

A wicked thought arose within him. He didn't immediately refuse Lin Wanqing. Instead, he placed the champagne glass in his hand on a passing waiter's tray, turned slightly to the side, and shifted his gaze from Shi Luyu's face back to Lin Wanqing's.

Lin Wanqing thought he had agreed, and a hint of smugness flashed in her eyes. She stretched her hand forward another half inch.

Shi Luyu put the cup on the table and turned to leave.

"Lulu."

Xu Yuanjia's voice was deep and prominent. Just as the orchestra was changing pieces, he called her by her nickname, the melody echoing under the empty dome and reaching everyone's ears.

Shi Luyu stopped in her tracks.

Everyone turned to look. Xu Yuanjia was already walking towards her. He walked past Lin Wanqing, past the teachers and students holding wine glasses, and stood in front of her, reaching out his hand.

Palm facing up, fingers slightly bent:

"come over."

Shi Luyu's face flushed red from the base of her neck all the way to the tips of her ears. She stared at his hands, his fingers long and slender, his knuckles distinct, and his nails neatly trimmed.

She opened her mouth, her voice barely audible: "I can't dance."

Xu Yuanjia's lips curved into a smile. "Brother will teach you."

He took her hand, his fingers threading through hers, and clasped them tightly. His other hand rested on her waist, his palm against her waist, his thumb against the edge of her hip bone.

He pulled her into his arms, so close that she could smell his cold scent.

The scent of cedar and a faint hint of smoke is both clean and dangerous.

The crowd in the dance floor automatically parted to make way for a space.

The orchestra played a soothing waltz, the music lingering, the cello's bass vibrating in the air.

Xu Yuanjia led her to take the first step. She stepped onto his leather shoes, and he subtly moved his foot away, letting her stand on the floor. His arms tightened, lifting her body up, her toes almost leaving the ground, as he spun her around.

"One, two, three." He counted softly in her ear, his voice low and patient. "Just follow me."

Shi Luyu placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers gripping the fabric of his suit tightly with tension.

She kept her head down, not daring to look at the gazes of those around her... some were envious, some curious, some sour, and some were Lin Wanqing's.

She didn't need to look to know Lin Wanqing's expression; the embarrassment of being left standing there in public made her heart clench just thinking about it.

"Look up," Xu Yuanjia said.

Shi Luyu shook her head.

He stopped, his fingers cupping her chin, and gently lifted her face. Her eyes were red, her eyelashes trembling, and her cheeks were burning hot. He looked at her, his thumb brushing against the edge of her jawline.

"What are you afraid of?"

"They're all watching..." Shi Luyu's voice was muffled.

"Then let them see." Xu Yuanjia's tone was matter-of-fact, carrying an undeniable certainty that left no room for argument.

He started spinning her around again, and this time she got the rhythm right. His hands slid from her waist to her lower back, his palms pressed against her spine, and he pressed her against himself.

Her chest pressed against his, and through the two layers of fabric, she could feel his heartbeat.

"Are you getting embarrassed already?" He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his voice as soft as a sigh. "I'll teach you many more things in the future."

"For example..." His lips brushed against her earlobe without lingering, but in that instant, his warm breath filled her ear canal.

"Make love."