At the critical moment, the hotel room door was suddenly kicked open. Huo Yanxiu rushed in and sent Jiang Chao sprawling to the floor with a single kick!
Jiang Chao hadn’t expected Huo Yanxiu to return. Terrified, he scrambled away.
Huo Yanxiu had no intention of chasing him. He took off his coat and draped it over Si Lingyin, then noticed the glaring slap mark on her face. Clenching his fists, he was nearly driven mad with rage!
“Miss Si, I’ll take you to the hospital right away!”
Si Lingyin grabbed his sleeve,
“Don’t go… the paparazzi might see us…”
Reporters were always lurking outside the hotel, and she cared too much about her reputation to be seen in such a disheveled state.
Left with no choice, Huo Yanxiu carried her to the bed.
Just as he tried to pull away, Si Lingyin suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck. Seeing her flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, Huo Yanxiu’s expression darkened as he tried to loosen her grip.
“Miss Si, you’ve had too much to drink.”
He could smell the alcohol on her and assumed she was drunk. But when her burning body pressed against him and she murmured “I feel awful,” Huo Yanxiu realized something was wrong. His handsome face instantly clouded over.
“What did that bastard Jiang Chao give you to drink?”
As Si Lingyin’s legs wrapped restlessly around his waist and her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, Huo Yanxiu seized her wrists. His dark eyes were devoid of light as he said,
“I know you must be suffering, Miss Si. Since you refuse to go to the hospital, I’ll draw a cold bath for you.”
But Si Lingyin flipped over, pinning him beneath her, and pressed her scorching lips to his cool, thin ones.
His lips were cold, just like him.
“Miss Si, stop…”
Dissatisfied with his lack of response, she cupped his face and kissed him again.
This time, she boldly slipped her tongue inside.
Huo Yanxiu’s mind exploded!
“Si Lingyin, tell me who I am.”
If she said Jiang Chao, he would let her go while he still had a shred of self-control.
He refused to be a substitute, to see the disappointment in her eyes when she regained her senses and realized it was him.
Her hazy, watery eyes were consumed by desire, but the man before her offered an overwhelming sense of security.
“Huo Yanxiu…”
“Who is kissing you?”
Her consciousness was fading, her stunning face bewitching under the influence of passion.
Yet, calling his name had become almost instinctual.
“Between Jiang Chao and Huo Yanxiu, who do you want?”
Driven to madness by the drugs coursing through her, Si Lingyin clutched his shirt, her voice tinged with tears,
“Huo Yanxiu…”
Perhaps even she hadn’t realized that the name “Huo Yanxiu” was already etched into her heart.
She couldn’t clearly distinguish what she was comparing it to, but whatever it was, she instinctively chose… Huo Yanxiu.
The man looming over her shed his vigilance and icy defenses. His dark eyes now held only the deepest, most primal desire for a woman.
He undressed her, marking her as his alone, his voice hoarse and strained,
“Si Lingyin, listen carefully. You chose me, so from now on, you’re my woman. There’s no turning back.”
The night wind rustled the trees, casting shifting shadows as moonlight dappled the room with an intimate glow.
Si Hanche packed his belongings and called his assistant before heading to the airport.
Wang Cuihua refused to come to his hospital for examination, so he had his assistant contact her primary physician and retrieve all her pathology reports.
The Si family’s money wasn’t something just anyone could swindle so easily!
As for the food Jiang Chao brought over, Si Hanche directly instructed the servants to throw it all away.
Having just heard Si Yueting mention that Yan Zheng liked shrimp, Old Mrs. Si had the chef prepare a fresh serving of Lao Zhi Prawns.
Yan Zheng glanced at the shrimp soaking in the spicy broth—she wanted to eat them but couldn’t be bothered to move.
While she was hesitating, Old Mrs. Si coughed a few times, signaling Si Yueting,
“Your wife wants to eat shrimp, aren’t you going to peel them for her?”
Yan Zheng looked at the man with his cold, stern face.
[Si Yueting cooperating with me earlier was already impressive enough. Asking this jerk to peel shrimp for me? Impossible! He’d definitely say, ‘Eat it or don’t!’]
Si Yuetype calmly instructed the servant,
“Take this plate of shrimp to my bedroom.”
Yan Zheng: …
If he didn’t want to peel them, fine—but he even took the whole plate away to enjoy by himself!
Old Mrs. Si was also surprised. Her eldest grandson never ate in his bedroom—why would he take the shrimp there today?
Yan Zheng ate some fruit downstairs and, upon returning, passed by the study when Si Yueting suddenly called her in.
Was he going to ask her to help him throw away the shrimp shells?
Yan Zheng thought irritably. But when she entered, she saw a plate of peeled shrimp on the desk.
“For you.”
Yan Zheng’s eyes instantly lit up.
[So Si Yueting was just too shy to peel them for me downstairs, so he brought them up here to do it?]
“Then I won’t stand on ceremony!”
Just as Yan Zheng was about to take the plate away, Si Yueting patted his thigh.
“Sit here to eat.”
[Only dine-in? No takeout? Whatever, I can eat anywhere.]
Yan Zheng plopped down on Si Yueting’s lap, grabbed a disposable glove from the table, and put it on.
Watching her stick out her tongue and wrap her lips around the pink shrimp meat, Si Yueting’s gaze darkened.
It was the first time he’d seen someone eat shrimp so… seductively.
“Is it good?”
“Super delicious! Even though you don’t eat spicy food, you should really try it—I guarantee you’ll love it after one taste!”
As Yan Zheng generously picked up a shrimp tail, Si Yueting’s voice grew husky.
“No need for that.”
With that, his thin lips covered her soft, rose-petal-like lips.