Chapter 320 - 253: Private Hot Spring Tryst

Chapter 320: Chapter 253: Private Hot Spring Tryst

The night was still, and a winding path led to a secluded spot.

"Miss Feng, Chairman Gu is inside..."

A faint voice drifted from the distance. About half a minute later, the soft, light sound of footsteps approached.

This was a private hot spring at the Park Hyatt Hotel, established exclusively for its top VIP guests. It covered an area of roughly one hundred square meters, and its volcanic spring water was piped in directly from Changbai Mountain.

The rock walls of the hot spring pool were meticulously cleaned by a dedicated staff daily. Moreover, the volcanic water inside was constantly circulating, with the inflow and outflow perfectly balanced.

Furthermore, as a private hot spring for top VIPs at the Park Hyatt Hotel, the privacy was naturally excellent. The area was surrounded by winter-hardy trees like wintersweet, pine, and spruce, along with cold-resistant flowers and shrubs such as camellia, lilac, and tea plum.

These plants encircled the entire hot spring, forming a natural green barrier. Forget about seeing through it on a dark, windy night like this—even on a clear, sunny day, it would be wishful thinking for any outsider to try and peek inside.

Just then, Feng Yao slowly approached the edge of the hot spring. Her burgundy, shoulder-length curls created a striking contrast with her thick, white cotton bathrobe. She was barefoot, her feet pressing against the cool stone floor, her toenails painted a girlish, rosy pink.

When she was eating at the Chinese restaurant earlier, she had been completely barefaced. Even without makeup, her looks were enough to qualify her as a radiant beauty, but for her meeting with Gu Heng tonight, she had truly observed the highest ritual a woman could.

A bath, shampoo, conditioner, body lotion, a water flosser, a full face of makeup...

It was safe to say she had never put this much effort into her appearance in her entire life.

Just a moment ago, when she had walked out of the bathroom, her best friend Cai Wen’s jaw had nearly dropped. Cai Wen couldn’t resist wanting to snuggle up and hug her, which showed just how thoroughly she had prepared for tonight.

With a somewhat anxious heart, Feng Yao took soft steps to the edge of the private hot spring. Gu Heng was now only a meter away from her.

She saw that most of Gu Heng’s body was submerged in the hot spring. His left arm, with its chiseled, sculpted muscles, was draped over the edge. In his right hand, he held a Habanos cigar. A wooden board floated on the water in front of him, holding a cigar ashtray, dried fruit and snacks, and a pot of fragrant, steaming tea.

His naturally defined back muscles, biceps, and deltoids were aesthetically pleasing, with no sense of bulkiness—the kind of lean muscle most girls adored.

’I never thought...’

’His body would be this good.’

Feng Yao gazed at Gu Heng’s back, a spark of surprise flashing in her beautiful eyes.

She had assumed that a wealthy scion like Gu Heng, who lived a life of pampered luxury, might do some basic body maintenance, but that his physique would most likely be average. She never imagined his body would be this impressive. She even felt that the back muscles of athletic students like Gao Junlin couldn’t compare to the elegant aesthetic of Gu Heng’s.

"You’re here?"

As the rich cigar smoke drifted upward, Gu Heng’s magnetic voice quietly broke the silence of the empty space.

"Mhm..."

Feng Yao was a little nervous and responded softly.

"This place is only open to us tonight. No one else will be coming all night, so feel free to relax."

Gu Heng didn’t turn around, speaking to Feng Yao with his back still to her.

"Okay."

Feng Yao replied again in a low voice.

She began to walk again, heading toward the hot spring.

She dipped a pale, bare foot into the pool to test the water. It must have been over forty degrees Celsius. For a man, this temperature would be a little too hot, but for most women, who are naturally fond of scalding baths, it was just right.

After testing the water with her foot and finding it suitable, Feng Yao took off her thick, white cotton bathrobe and, wrapped in the towel from underneath, stepped into the private hot spring.

Due to the temperature difference, wisps of steam constantly rose from the hot spring, creating a visual effect rather like the Jasper Pool Immortal Realm from a classic xianxia story.

Only after entering the hot spring did Feng Yao finally see Gu Heng’s face.

Compared to the Gu Heng she had seen at the Yunzun High-altitude Restaurant and Bar that day—the one in a business shirt, looking noble and abstinent—today’s Gu Heng seemed inexplicably carefree and untamed. The gaze that suddenly swept over her held an undisguised wildness and possessiveness.

"You’re not..."

Gu Heng looked at Feng Yao, who was tightly wrapped in her towel, and raised an eyebrow. "Wearing nothing underneath, are you?"

"Of course not. I’m obviously wearing something."

Hearing Gu Heng’s bluntness, Feng Yao’s face flushed slightly. "I was just cold, so I wrapped a towel around myself under the robe."

"Are you still cold now?"

Gu Heng took a puff of his cigar and asked with a light chuckle.

"Not anymore."

Feng Yao replied in a small voice. Then, she silently raised her hands, looked down, and untied the towel, revealing a white bikini underneath.

Feng Yao kept her head down the entire time. After untying the towel, she quickly submerged most of her body in the water. When she lifted her head again, her face was completely scarlet.

"White suits your hair color."

Gu Heng’s gaze was direct as he offered the quiet compliment.

"Thank you..."

Feng Yao, her face still red, silently put her hair up and then asked softly, "Were you drinking just now?"

"Four glasses."

Gu Heng nodded slightly.

"Beer?"

Feng Yao asked tentatively.

"Hardly."

"At a business dinner in the north? Beer doesn’t even get a chance to be on the table."

Gu Heng gave a slight smile. "Baijiu, of course."

"Four glasses of baijiu? Isn’t that almost a whole bottle?"

Feng Yao was secretly speechless. "You said on WhatsApp you came here to invest. Are you planning to develop a tourism project?"

"No."

Gu Heng shook his head. "I’m planning to invest in a traditional Chinese medicine herb cultivation base here. The estimated total investment is around three hundred million. If it were just a tourism project, why would I have come in person?"

A total investment of three hundred million!

Hearing Gu Heng’s casual words, Feng Yao couldn’t help but feel shaken.

Even as the only daughter of a middle-class family from the Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai region, never mind three hundred million—even one hundred million was an astronomical sum to her. Yet Gu Heng had mentioned it so casually.

If she hadn’t known Gu Heng’s identity beforehand, she might have scoffed and thought he was just bragging. But now, she only found him unfathomable, a complete and utter enigma.

"So, did you arrive today?"

Feng Yao managed to steady herself and asked again.

"Just arrived this afternoon."

Gu Heng nodded slightly. "What about you? Did you come alone?"

"I got here the day before yesterday."

"I came with my best friend. Later..."

Feng Yao hadn’t wanted to bring up Gao Junlin, but thinking of Gu Heng’s status, she didn’t dare hide anything. "Later, Gao Junlin heard I came to Changbai Mountain to ski, so he followed me here yesterday."

"So you’re staying with Gao Junlin?"

Gu Heng’s tone was still light, seemingly unchanged, but Feng Yao detected a hint of coldness in his words.

"No, no."

"I’m staying with my best friend."

Feng Yao quickly explained, "And I’ve never stayed with Gao Junlin alone anywhere, nor have we ever done anything particularly intimate. I can swear on it!"

As she spoke, Feng Yao actually made a swearing gesture, her delicate, Korean-style features revealing a hint of nervousness and anxiety.

"Did you tell him you were coming to the hot spring with me tonight?"

Gu Heng’s expression softened slightly. As someone with the goal of ’collecting the whole set,’ it would have been a real letdown for him if Feng Yao had already been ’tasted’ by another man.

"No..."

Feng Yao responded in a small voice.

"Then what do we call this?"

Gu Heng’s dark eyes looked profound as he asked softly, "A secret affair?"

"Of course not."

Feng Yao denied it immediately, her face flushing. For a moment, she didn’t know how to answer him.

Gu Heng looked at Feng Yao’s somewhat flustered, pretty face, smiled, and said no more.

He stood up from the water and leaned back against the stone edge of the private hot spring. At the same time, he reached out, pulled the floating wooden board over, picked up an exquisite, translucent jade pot, and began to pour and drink for himself.

In doing so, Gu Heng’s muscular upper body, which had been hidden beneath the water, was now fully revealed to Feng Yao.

The sharp definition of his eight-pack abs, the line-like obliques, and the sheer size of what his loose, soaked shorts failed to conceal.

It was one thing to have such an impressive physique and immense wealth, but the key was that Gu Heng’s face was so commanding, and his every move was filled with a stunning aesthetic.

Gazing at the scene before her, Feng Yao felt her heart race and her whole body grow hot.

She didn’t quite dare to look down, so she could only steal a fleeting glance, then another, and another. The frequency of her glances could only be described as a poor attempt to deceive herself.

Her heart beat faster and faster, and her body grew hotter and hotter. Combined with the already high temperature of the hot spring, Feng Yao finally couldn’t stand soaking any longer. She had no choice but to stand up.

SPLASH...

With a splash of water, Feng Yao’s delicate, snow-white young body was once again exposed to Gu Heng’s eyes.

"Want some tea?"

Seeing Feng Yao stand up, Gu Heng raised the teacup in his hand and asked her.

"I’m a little thirsty."

"I’d like some."

Feng Yao responded softly.

Hearing this, Gu Heng picked up the exquisite, translucent teapot again and poured a cup for Feng Yao. Meanwhile, Feng Yao waded through the water from where she was, walking toward him.

But just as she was about half a meter from Gu Heng, whether because the water was slippery or because she had stood up too quickly, Feng Yao suddenly lost her footing and stumbled toward him.

"Careful."

Gu Heng subconsciously reached out to steady her. He managed to catch her, but he didn’t quite catch her in the right place.

’So soft...’