Dashing Student-Chapter 465: The Visitor Bodes Ill

Seeing that everything was ready, Chen Nan promptly took the lead and entered her lair.

They embraced each other tightly once more, skin against skin, feeling each other’s warmth and passion.

Chen Nan’s hands roamed freely over Wang Churan’s body, exploring her every enchanting curve.

Wang Churan trembled slightly, her Adam’s apple moving gently as she parted her rosy lips, letting out a soft and melodious gasp laced with a tremble.

That sound, ethereal and bewitching, resonated in the quiet living room like a soul-enticing melody of the immortals, instantly arousing the desires deep within Chen Nan’s heart.

Wang Churan seemed ignited, her waist twisting softly like water.

Her body leaned forward, her full chest pressed tightly against Chen Nan’s chest, and as she breathed, her soft peaks gently pressed and rubbed against his skin, bringing wave after wave of dizzying sensations.

Chen Nan took the opportunity to wrap his hands around, holding her slender waist tightly, feeling its strength and flexibility, as if he held the most precious treasure in the world.

Meanwhile, Wang Churan wrapped her long and beautifully lined legs around Chen Nan’s waist, the coils getting tighter, and her ankles crossed elegantly, binding Chen Nan and herself tightly together.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze was like a pond of autumn water, shimmering under her long eyelashes, each look filled with endless charm and deep affection.

Her cheeks were flushed with passion, like a rose blooming quietly in the dark night, exuding a captivating fragrance.

Her luscious red lips pouted lightly, gently touching Chen Nan’s neck, leaving ambiguous and tantalizing lip marks, with the tip of her tongue occasionally peeking out, lightly teasing his skin, bringing a tingling sensation.

Chen Nan lowered his head, his nose lightly brushing against Wang Churan’s hair, smelling the enchanting fragrance from her hair, that scent like the sweetest poison, intoxicating him beyond self-control.

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His lips slowly moved downward, kissing gently along her collarbone, each kiss soft and full of affection, as if expressing his endless desire for her.

Until an hour later.

The passion in the living room finally faded.

They both collapsed on the sofa, exhausted, snuggling up to each other, each with a look of satisfaction on their face.

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After having breakfast at Wang Churan’s home, Chen Nan went downstairs and returned to his own home.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to continue the tenderness with Wang Churan, but rather she had to go to the store to deliver some items.

Just as Chen Nan had just arrived home.

His phone started to ring.

It displayed Jiang Wanli’s number.

Chen Nan casually pressed the answer button and politely said, "Mr. Jiang, you have the floor."

Jiang Wanli spoke with slight nervousness, "Mr. Chen, someone wants to meet you and is asking when you might be available."

Hearing this, Chen Nan couldn’t help but frown, "Lin Yu’s people?"

"Yes."

Chen Nan looked puzzled, when had Lin Yu’s people become so polite? Logically, they should be trying every means to get rid of him!

"I’m available now. If they want to meet me, tell them to come to Jizhou Cemetery!" Chen Nan said indifferently, although he did not know the other party’s intentions, he was not afraid of them.

Afterward, he drove his Mercedes to Jizhou Cemetery.

After getting out of the car, he purchased some Joss Paper and offerings, carried them into the Cemetery, and arrived at the tombstone of his father, Chen Dashan.

Chen Nan stood in front of his father’s gravestone, his eyes filled with complexity.

This was his first time visiting his father’s grave.

It wasn’t that he was unfilial.

It was because he kept all his yearnings in his heart.

He gently set down the Joss Paper and offerings in his hand, his movements slightly slow, as his father’s voice and smile involuntarily emerged in his mind, those past scenes flooding in like a tide.

As a child, his father would always lift him high above his head, the hearty laughter echoing through the yard, those were his most carefree moments.

But now, separated by life and death, only this cold gravestone remained to express the endless longing.

"You always told me that good things are worth the wait." Chen Nan quietly stood in front of the gravestone, "Although your son also wishes to avenge you, the enemy is too mysterious. Please give me more time!"

"One day, I will avenge you and make the murderer’s family pay a terrible price!"

He lit the Joss Paper, then opened a bottle of the sorghum liquor his father liked, casually sitting on the ground, his gaze calmly directed into the distance, chatting idly with his father.

Talking about studies.

Talking about cultivation.

Since it was about cultivation, naturally, the topic of women couldn’t be omitted.

"Dad, I probably won’t be able to carry on our Chen Family’s lineage."

"But if our ancient ancestors knew, they would certainly be proud of me."

"I’ve already embarked on the Path to Immortality, even though I’ve only taken one step, but it’s still bringing glory to our ancestors."

"It’s just... there’s something I feel quite sorry to you."

The moment he thought about what happened with his stepmother Yan Jin, Chen Nan suddenly fell into a verbal trap, unsure of how to speak out.

Just then.

Chen Nan clearly saw a group of people approaching from a distance.

The woman appeared to be in her thirties, wearing a form-fitting white blouse that gently adhered to her body, the fine fabric barely outlining the contours of her lingerie, as if whispering secrets and allure without a sound.

The neckline was opened just right, slightly revealing her delicate clavicle and the fair curves in front of her.

A black pencil skirt tightly enveloped her full, pert buttocks, the hem falling just to her knees, perfectly showcasing her long, straight legs.

Sheathed above her long legs was a layer of thin, cicada-wing-like black stockings, which accentuated the lines of her leg, making them even more sexually attractive and enchanting.

Sunlight penetrated through the stockings, casting a hazy glow on her legs, making them appear both veiled and seductive, delivering a strong visual impact.

Her head was slightly raised, chin tilted up, her beautiful face as still as a frozen lake, without a single ripple.

Her eyes stared straight ahead, the indifference in her gaze like the stars on a cold night, daring not to be looked at directly.

Her long hair, like black satin, cascaded behind her, gently swaying with her steps, looking exceptionally graceful.

Behind her, six burly bodyguards with stern expressions spread out in a fan shape. They moved with synchronized, powerful strides, their vigilant eyes scanning the surroundings, each step carrying a sense of disciplined authority.

The woman, flanked by her bodyguards, walked steadily towards Chen Nan’s location, her high heels clicking crisply and rhythmically against the ground, echoing in the silent and slightly eerie cemetery.

Moments later, the woman arrived in front of Chen Dashan’s gravestone, and a charming smile appeared on her coldly beautiful face: "Mr. Chen, I’m very pleased to meet you!"

Chen Nan looked up at her: "How pleased?"