Chapter 53

Chapter 53: A Sense of Security "You Are the Only Woman I Have"

Hidden beneath a layer of blankets was an indescribable entanglement and intimacy.

Han Rao's back pressed tightly against the man's abs, yet her body was unusually sensitive. She didn't know just how deeply his wild and possessive behavior at this moment meant he loved her.

Did he love her down to his bones? So much so that even after it was over, he still wanted to claim her, unwilling to let go.

Zhao Jichuan's hand pressed on her waist, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Where to?"

Han Rao let out a light scolding, knowing he was deliberately playing dumb.

She pressed her body against the bed and slowly shifted outward.

Zhao Jichuan chuckled softly, raised his hand to tuck her hair back, then couldn’t help but place his hand over the tattoo on her thigh before gently withdrawing.

In the silent bedroom, with an ambiguous atmosphere and two hearts racing, they both froze instantly at the sound of a "pop."

Han Rao was completely, utterly dumbfounded. She didn’t know if it was because he had occupied that territory for too long, but when he left, he actually made such a humiliating sound.

The woman's face suddenly flushed with a rosy hue. She pressed her lips together, buried her head in the quilt, and mumbled, "It's all your fault."

How could it be so embarrassing?

Zhao Jichuan kissed her neck and echoed her words, "Blame me."

Han Rao nudged him with her elbow, not wanting to pay him any attention at all.

The man watched her curl up into a ball, buried under the blanket like an ostrich, and burst out laughing. He deliberately called out to her, "Rao Rao."

Han Rao covered her ears and raised her hand, pointing at the bathroom, "You leave."

The man could only get up reluctantly, feeling completely transparent as he tied a knot in the condom and threw it away, then wrapped himself in a bathrobe.

He deliberately went around to the other side of the bed, pulled back the quilt, and looked at the woman whose face was still unbearably red. It was really strange; they had been together for so long and had tried many positions in bed, but this was the first time she had reacted so intensely, her face turning as red as a tomato.

Really like a little girl.

Zhao Jichuan helped brush the stray hairs behind her ear, then bent down to kiss her forehead and asked, "When are you leaving?"

Han Rao opened her eyes, "Leave tomorrow afternoon, continue filming the day after tomorrow."

Zhao Jichuan chuckled softly, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently stroked her neck with his fingertip, teasingly asking her, "So, Raorao, you only plan to coax me for one day?"

Han Rao was momentarily stunned, then lowered her eyes.

He was right; she had indeed only planned to spend one day coaxing him. In her plan, if he accepted her apology, they would just muddle through and maintain their previous relationship. But if she failed to appease him, their relationship would probably be over.

So she bought the ticket in advance, planning to return to filming whenever necessary, as filming could not be delayed.

Zhao Jichuan looked at her as if her heart had been pierced and helplessly shook his head.

In the end, it was his own failure. When he left Suzhou, he still put on a carefree attitude of "it's just a woman."

But when he really saw her, and she clingingly wrapped her arms around his waist, his heart instantly softened, and his mental defenses crumbled along with it.

The methods he had imagined to torment her all came to nothing.

He really thought he was quite ridiculous, this worthless appearance of his was quite laughable.

If Fan Qin and the others found out, they would probably mock him for three days and three nights.

The man raised his hand and held her in his arms. Her skin was fair and smooth, still faintly marked by the traces he had left. She lay weakly in his embrace, reaching up to touch his Adam's apple. Just touching it with her hand wasn’t enough; she also tilted her head to kiss it lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water, pecking gently again and again.

Zhao Jichuan's heart was unbearably soft. He lowered his gaze to look at her, and their eyes met. She burst out laughing, a sincere, pure laugh that masked the natural charm inherent in her face.

He thought, forget it, why bother arguing with her so much? She was already in his arms, what more could he want?

It was much better than having her point at his nose and say, "This is where we end."

The man grabbed her hand, leaned down, and kissed her lips, asking, "Do you want to wash together?"

Han Rao was not stupid; she immediately pulled the quilt back over her shoulders, "No."

If she washed with him, tonight would probably be anything but peaceful.

Sleeping with him was comfortable, truly pleasurable, but it was also physically exhausting. Every time it ended, she felt as if she had been underwater for three days and nights, because by the end, her whole body was drenched, accompanied by a dehydrated, hollow sensation.

Zhao Jichuan didn’t force her either. He went to the bathroom himself, and before long, Han Rao faintly heard the sound of water trickling.

Han Rao lay alone in bed for a while, then went downstairs to get her phone and scrolled through Weibo for a bit. As soon as she opened Weibo, she saw a familiar name among the top three trending topics.

#Su Wan's Suspected Romance Exposed#

#Chen Dawa caught Su Wan and a stranger returning to the villa late at night#

#Su Wan's New Drama#

Chen Dawa is currently the most well-known paparazzo in the industry, specializing in exposing the private lives of celebrities. Chen Dawa is a master of generating buzz; not only does he work as a paparazzo, but he has also ventured into the live streaming business. He especially enjoys teasing big scandals in his streams, dropping one or two vague hints to stir up wild speculation among the gossip-hungry audience.

This is how traffic is hyped up.

Han Rao raised an eyebrow and opened the dark, blurry photo. For some reason, the image of that person involuntarily surfaced in her mind, stirring a wave of irritation across her brows.

Han Rao took a deep breath and enlarged the photo. Sure enough, she saw Su Wan’s figure in the picture, intimately linking arms with a man.

Although Su Wan in the photo was wearing a mask and a baseball cap, those who knew her could recognize her by her very distinctive eyes.

Moreover, now is the internet age, and sharp-eyed netizens, after comparing, decisively confirmed that this person is Su Wan.

However, compared to Su Wan, the mysterious man by her side seemed to arouse more speculation and interest from everyone.

Netizens each expressed their opinions, analyzing the situation thoroughly. The primary suspect is a top male celebrity in the industry who worked with Su Wan on a historical romance drama two years ago.

However, the male top star's studio issued a statement in the afternoon, denying the romantic relationship between the two.

So netizens could only wildly speculate like flies buzzing around aimlessly.

Han Rao scrolled through the comment section for a while and found it dull because none of their guesses were correct after all that time.

Only she could recognize that man at a glance; even if he were burned to ashes, she would still recognize him.

Han Rao’s emotions were a bit stirred, and she couldn’t help but clench her phone tightly.

At that moment, Zhao Jichuan pushed open the bathroom door and casually asked, “What are you looking at?”

Han Rao immediately relaxed, tugged at the corner of her mouth, and said, “Entertainment news, gossip.”

Zhao Jichuan had a white towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still damp, water trickling down his skin. As he dried his hair, he said to her, "You celebrities also like to read gossip news?"

Han Rao smiled and explained to him, "Loving to gossip is only natural. Besides, can you really resist not being curious about your colleagues' business? For example, if a subordinate's ex-girlfriend causes a scene at the company, wouldn't you be curious?"

"Then he’s probably going to be fired."

Han Rao pouted and glared at him.

How boring this man is, not even interested in gossip—he's missing out on one of life's greatest pleasures.

Han Rao tossed her phone aside, put on her pajamas, and climbed down from the bed intending to take a shower and go to sleep. Just as she was getting off the bed, she suddenly remembered something and said to him, "By the way, remember to let me out of the little dark room."

That scoundrel blocked her phone number and WeChat a couple of days ago.

Zhao Jichuan lifted his chin, indicating that her phone was right by the bed, letting her handle it herself.

Han Rao was momentarily stunned, then casually reached for his phone and lit up the screen. The pale light cast on her face made her suddenly uncomfortable, and she quickly turned off the screen again.

"Just pull me out," she said.

She didn't have the habit of snooping through others' phones, didn't want to snoop through others' phones, and even less wanted others to snoop through hers.

Moreover, Han Rao was really afraid of finding something in the man's phone that would be impossible to deal with later.

For example, before, she just wanted to use Xie Yaochen's phone to order takeout, but unintentionally saw him chatting flirtatiously and arranging hookups with a rich woman.

Zhao Jichuan glanced at her and instantly saw through her.

He didn’t know whether her sense of propriety and calmness was ultimately a good thing or a bad thing.

The man walked over and deliberately asked, "Why don't you do it yourself?"

“I don’t know the password,” she said.

He picked up the phone, handed it to her, and deliberately told her the password.

But Han Rao still didn’t move

No movement.

"What’s wrong?"

Han Rao looked at him quietly, "Zhao Jichuan, don’t have any secrets on your phone, I really don’t want to know."

When they first got together, she caught him more than once making calls to other women. Once, he called someone named "Yueyue,"

and she knew this was probably Zhao Jiyue, his sister. As for the other encrypted calls, she didn’t know if they were from some close female friend of his, and she didn’t bother to ask.

Zhao Jichuan chuckled, ruffling her hair, finding her sulky expression quite adorable.

He said, "What secrets could there be? My biggest secret is you."

Han Rao glanced up at him, somewhat puzzled by the meaning behind his words, thinking he was just joking with her.

Han Rao unlocked her phone and opened WeChat, unexpectedly discovering that she was his only pinned contact. Her breath faltered imperceptibly, but she feigned calm and said to him, "Zhao, you wouldn't have several WeChat accounts, chatting with lots of people, would you?"

After all, they spent little time together, and his needs in that area were so intense.

Han Rao used to often suspect that he must have someone else; otherwise, when he couldn't see her, he couldn't possibly be pleasuring himself.

So, seizing the opportunity, she deliberately tested him with a sarcastic tone.

Zhao Jichuan laughed angrily at her words. He fiercely cupped her small face, forcing her to look at him.

“Han Rao, you are the only woman I have.” He said solemnly and earnestly.

Han Rao’s heart skipped a beat, and the corner of her mouth involuntarily curved up. She let out an “oh,”

lowered her eyes, and removed herself from the blacklist, saying, “Is that so.”

“What do you mean by that?” he asked.

Han Rao smiled, her peach blossom eyes shimmering like spring water. She hooked her arm around his neck and kissed him on the lips, “President Zhao, I’m your only girlfriend.”

Zhao Jichuan snatched the phone and tossed it aside, then casually picked her up.

Han Rao’s head pressed tightly against his burning chest, feeling the droplets from his hair trickle onto her neck, cool and refreshing.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you to take a shower.”

"I can wash myself."

"I'll help you."

Han Rao shook her calf, wearing a look of disbelief.

Could it be that the sun rose from the west? Was he really so kind and pure-hearted to help her bathe?

Sure enough, as soon as they entered the bathroom and the frosted glass door was closed, sealing off the space, the man revealed his true nature.

He raised his hand and turned on the showerhead, the gentle stream of water softly cascading over her body.

Before Han Rao could even take off her pajamas, he pressed her against the bathroom wall. The creamy white tiles felt cool beneath her, faintly reflecting the intertwined figures.

Han Rao faced away from him, her hands braced against the wall, feeling her heart race.

Actually, every time he entered, she felt especially insecure because she couldn't see him.

Han Rao had no choice but to twist her neck and free her hands, reaching back to hold him.

The moment her hand touched his arm, the man immediately pulled her into his embrace. Han Rao felt her back pressed against a warm, fiery chest, and a sense of security naturally arose.

She closed her eyes peacefully, thinking to herself: As long as it's him, it's good, as long as it's him, it's good.

　　-

The next afternoon, Zhao Jichuan personally took Han Rao to the airport.

Zhao Jichuan drove steadily along the highway leading to the airport. The car was filled with a faint scent of tobacco, a trace left by the cigarette he had just put out.

Han Rao sat in the passenger seat, her eyes occasionally glancing out the window, watching the rapidly passing scenery, but feeling somewhat empty inside.

She actually didn’t want to leave, but the filming schedule wouldn’t wait; she had to go back.

Zhao Jichuan seemed to sense her reluctance, slightly turning his head and quietly asking, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Han Rao pressed her lips together and softly replied, "It's nothing, just a bit tired."

Zhao Jichuan was silent for a moment, then reached out and gently held her hand. The warmth from his palm passed through her skin, causing Han Rao's heartbeat to quicken involuntarily. His deep voice sounded in her ear, "When will filming wrap up?"

"Probably about half a month, but it's hard to say for sure."

After all, she had missed five days of filming.

"Mm, when you finish shooting, I'll come pick you up."

Han Rao smiled faintly and nodded.

But in my heart, I wondered if we could still be this close when the time comes.

After all, their relationship was always filled with uncertainty. Just like this reconciliation, although it seemed calm on the surface, no one knew what might happen the next moment.

Han Rao squeezed the man's hand, dispelling her inner pessimism, and told herself to enjoy the moment and take things one step at a time. At least being with him made her truly happy, content, and filled with a sense of security and fulfillment.

The car quickly arrived at the airport. Zhao Jichuan helped Han Rao take the luggage out of the trunk and placed it on the airport luggage cart. Watching him busy with the task, a warm feeling surged in Han Rao's heart, yet she couldn't help but feel a bit sad.

She knew that once they entered the airport, they would have to face a period of separation again.

Maybe half a month, maybe twenty days. She didn’t really know how long it had been.

I guess by the next time we meet, the weather will have warmed up, and the willow branches will have started to bud.

Zhao Jichuan pushed the luggage cart, accompanying Han Rao as they walked all the way into the departure hall.

The bustling airport was noisy with people coming and going, but the world between the two seemed to quiet down. Zhao Jichuan stopped walking and looked at Han Rao, a hint of reluctance in his eyes: "Send me a message when you arrive. Don’t disappear like last time."

He will be worried.

Han Rao nodded and softly replied, "Okay."

She lifted her head, their eyes meeting, and noticed a faint, almost imperceptible vulnerability in his gaze. She couldn’t help but reach out and gently stroke his cheek, saying plainly, “Zhao Jichuan, I will miss you.”

She was just such an open-hearted person, always having the courage to express her truest feelings.

Whether it was love or hate, to her it was always clear and unmistakable.

Zhao Jichuan curled his fingers slightly, said nothing, and rubbed her hair, "Let's go."

He felt a bit pathetic, a little childish, afraid that if he said a few more words, he would want to keep her.

He knew very well that he couldn't keep her, because in her heart, her career was of utmost importance.

Han Rao didn't care about his answer either. Compared to her, he was naturally someone better at hiding his emotions.

Han Rao put on her mask and sunglasses, took the suitcase, and turned to walk toward the security checkpoint.

Stepping into the bustling crowd, she only felt an emptiness in her heart, as if something was missing.

The man, dressed in a black coat, stood amidst the crowd, watching her follow step by step, a sense of reluctance welling up in his heart.

He hadn’t felt this way in a long time—so attached to someone, yet forced to let her go.

Zhao Jichuan looked up, hands in his pockets, planning to leave once she disappeared from sight.

But Han Rao had only taken a few steps, about five or six meters away from him, when, for reasons unknown, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She turned back to look at Zhao Jichuan and saw that he was still standing in the same spot, his gaze fixed firmly on her.

Han Rao's heart trembled, suddenly overwhelmed by an impulse. Without much hesitation, she dropped her suitcase and immediately turned back, quickly running back to Zhao Jichuan's side.

Zhao Jichuan looked at her with some surprise, but before he could speak, Han Rao had already pulled off her mask, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed his lips.

Her movements were gentle, yet carried an indescribable depth of affection. Zhao Jichuan was momentarily stunned, then tightly embraced her, returning her kiss. Their lips met, reluctant to part.

At that moment, everything around seemed to vanish, leaving only their tightly embraced figures.

Passionate, heartfelt, intimate.

After a long moment, Han Rao slowly let go of him, her eyes carrying a trace of affection as she said nonchalantly, "This time, I'm really leaving."

After speaking, she kissed him on the face again.

Zhao Jichuan nodded, his voice a bit hoarse, "Be careful on the road."

Han Rao turned around and continued walking forward; this time, she did not look back.

Zhao Jichuan stood still, his gaze following her figure until she disappeared on the other side of the security checkpoint, then he turned and left.

Han Rao walked into the departure lounge and found a seat by the window. She took her phone out of her bag and just opened Weibo when suddenly, she spotted a familiar face.

— It was Su Wan.

It had been more than half a year since the last project wrapped up, and this meeting caught me completely off guard.

Su Wan obviously saw her too, let out a light snort, turned her face away, and gave her a cold look.

She would never forget the grievance she suffered at Zhao Jichuan's hands last time, yet this grudge she still couldn't avenge.

She hated Han Rao to death; there was no way she would show her a kind face.

Han Rao shrugged her shoulders, not caring, leisurely crossing her legs, finding a comfortable position, and looking down to play on her phone.

As soon as she opened Weibo, Su Wan was still trending on the hot search. Clicking on the hot search, the post with the most likes was still Chen Dawa's.

Han Rao immediately saw that secretly taken photo again, seeing the intimate figures of the two people in the picture.

Han Rao curled her lips, put away her phone, and stood up to walk in front of Su Wan, casting a shadow over her.

Han Rao said directly, "I don't think I have any deep hatred or grudge against you."

Su Wan let out a light sneer, too lazy to bother with her. She had no idea what Han Rao was really up to, nor did she want to have any further dealings with her. Besides, Li Mengyang had repeatedly warned her to consider the last time she was forced to drink as a closed chapter, telling her not to act recklessly by foolishly approaching Han Rao again.

Li Mengyang described Han Rao as a ruthless person. Seeing that even the manager said this, Su Wan felt somewhat anxious.

Moreover, in Su Wan's mind, Han Rao was a scheming vixen; otherwise, how could she have seduced Zhao Jichuan? How could she have tricked her like that? It caused her to kneel by the toilet that day, vomiting acid and crying, and still getting scolded by her manager for being utterly stupid.

Han Rao didn't mind her aversion either; she hadn't come to talk to her in the first place to gain her favor.

She just wanted to verify one thing.

Han Rao lowered her eyes and asked lazily, "The last time we were filming, you deliberately hit me—was it actually because of Lin Silang?"

Alright.”