Yu Zhi’s phone suddenly buzzed again—someone had sent her a message.
The sender’s note read “Xiao Shuang.”
This was her tutoring student, currently in her second year of high school. Yu Zhi immediately opened the chat.
Xiao Shuang: Sister Yu, our monthly exam results from last month are out!
The use of “la” instead of “le” suggested she had done well.
Yu Zhi: What score?
Lu Shuang sent a picture of her report card. Yu Zhi felt a pang of nervousness as she opened it, her heart pounding. She covered the English score and slowly slid her finger away.
68 points.
Her vision went dark.
Xiao Shuang: Sister Yu, look! I scored three points higher than last time.
Xiao Shuang: Sister Yu, why aren’t you saying anything?
Xiao Shuang: Okay… how about I do an extra practice paper today?
Yu Zhi truly couldn’t find the words. Her reputation was on the line.
Ever since she started this tutoring job, it felt like her lifespan was steadily decreasing by -1, -1.
Yu Zhi turned off the English broadcast playing in the background. Time to get to work.
Yu Zhi: Copy your answers onto the paper and send it to me.
Yu Zhi: Don’t forget you promised to do an extra practice paper.
Yu Zhi: I’ll check it when I come over this weekend. [Smile]
Xiao Shuang: Sister Yu, you’re scary.
But she obediently sent the picture right away.
Yu Zhi skimmed through it. Whether it was for placement tests at the start of the new school year or something else, this exam was noticeably harder than before. Considering that, Xiao Shuang managing to maintain her score and even improve by three points was actually progress.
She finally felt a little better.
She began reviewing Xiao Shuang’s mistakes and drafting a new study plan.
In the boys’ dormitory, Fu Bin’s room echoed with the sound of two people flipping through books.
One was on the bed, the other at the desk below the opposite bed.
Both were reading books on dream interpretation.
What was going on? Was the world evolving without him?
Just as he was wondering, he received a message from Zhong Shiyu.
Zhong Shiyu: How did you add her?
Fu Bin was confused: Who?
Zhong Shiyu: Yu Zhi.
Huh? Fu Bin thought back: Well… we sat next to each other in class, and I asked if I could add her contact. She just agreed.
Zhong Shiyu glanced at his phone, where his friend request remained unanswered: That’s it?
Fu Bin: Yeah.
What else? How hard could it be?
But then Fu Bin remembered—wasn’t this guy reading a book? He looked up and saw the guy holding a book, but his phone was resting on top of it.
What was going on?
Had Yu Zhi not accepted his request?
Yu Zhi indeed hadn’t accepted his request.
She was busy.
This was a battle for her dignity—how could she let her student score in the sixties!
To be fair, Lu Shuang’s grades had been even worse initially. When Yu Zhi first started tutoring her, she could only score in the teens or twenties. Yu Zhi couldn’t understand how, on a multiple-choice test, even if she guessed blindly without reading the questions, she could score so low… it just didn’t make sense.
After half a year, she had at least improved to her current level.
But Yu Zhi was being paid a high salary—four digits per hour. If she couldn’t deliver results, how could she face anyone?
Yu Zhi’s fighting spirit burned fiercely. She worked late into the night before finally drifting off to sleep, only to be forcibly awakened, still disoriented.
Now, she stood at the school gate, facing a conspicuously luxurious car.
The familiar voice of the System echoed in her mind.
“Entering Chapter 9 of the plotline ‘No Escape.’”
Yu Zhi: …
Even an ox isn’t worked this hard, right?
How could she attend classes during the day, work at night, and still have no time to rest?
“Host,” the System comforted in her mind, “think of it this way—you’re living a double life.”
Is a double life of toil something to be proud of?
Just as she was thinking this, the driver got out of the car. “Miss Yu.”
Yu Zhi forced a smile. Well, better to finish the plotline quickly and return to reality.
“Uncle Lin.”
In the storyline of No Escape, Yu Zhi was also Lu Shuang’s tutor. As for the male lead…
At that moment, the car door opened, and she saw the person sitting in the back seat. Her heart sank, and her expression stiffened.
The man wore a perfectly tailored suit without a single wrinkle. His long legs were crossed, and his hands resting on his lap were slender and well-defined, fingers interlaced in a strikingly elegant manner.
Compared to the lively, youthful university students coming and going at the school gate not far from Yu Zhi, the man in his thirties exuded an air of mature steadiness. His tall nose bridge, thin lips, and sharp jawline gave him an imposing presence that made others feel restrained.
These were exaggerated traits bestowed upon him by the novel, and they certainly had their effect. Combined with the previous plotline, whether it was due to the original character persona or reality itself, Yu Zhi truly felt instinctively constrained in his presence.
Of all these books, this was the plotline she disliked the most.
During her pause, the man remained motionless. It was the driver who smiled and reminded her, “Miss Yu, please get in.”
Yu Zhi snapped back to reality and finally bent down to enter the car.
In the original book, Yu Zhi was an extremely cautious, timid character, as meek as a little lamb.
Yu Zhi didn’t even need to act too much—just facing this person brought out that feeling naturally.
The back seat was very spacious. Once the door closed, she greeted softly, “President Lu.”
“Hmm.”
The driver had already moved to the front and sat down, and the partition between the front and back seats was lowered. Yu Zhi knew the effect of this divider—no matter what was said in the back, the people in the front would only hear garbled noise.
In the enclosed space, with no third person to share the pressure, the aura of the person beside her made Yu Zhi feel rather restless.
“How did Lu Shuang do on this exam?”
This feeling became even more pronounced upon hearing Lu Yanxi’s voice.
But she still took a slight breath and answered truthfully, “Sixty-eight points.” Lu Shuang’s score was the same both in the book and in reality. After saying this, she added an explanation, “But the questions this time were quite difficult. Xiao Shuang scoring this well still shows improvement.”
She had said this originally out of fear that Lu Yanxi would blame Lu Shuang, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized it sounded like she was making excuses for herself.
“However, this is also my responsibility. I will teach Miss Lu more diligently.”
Lu Shuang was Lu Yanxi’s niece.
Lu Yanxi’s older brother had once been willing to break ties with his family in order to marry the person he loved.
The Lu family patriarch was also stubborn—once he said they were breaking ties, he truly washed his hands of his son. It was only later that he learned his son and daughter-in-law had died in a car accident, and their only child was missing.
They had searched for many years before finally finding that child.
As the child’s uncle, Lu Yanxi became Lu Shuang’s guardian.
This was the same both in the book and in reality.
“As long as her grades are improving, that’s fine,” Lu Yanxi said calmly, his tone sounding free of blame.
Before Yu Zhi could even sigh in relief, she heard him ask another question.
“Did you enjoy your time back home?”
Yu Zhi paused briefly. Too many similar settings sometimes truly made her feel disoriented.
“Still… still okay.”
“Should be more than just okay, right?” The man’s tone was unreadable. “Two weeks, you should have had your fill of fun.”
One week before the holiday plus the week off, it was indeed two weeks.
Yu Zhi fell silent.
Seeing this, the man placed his hand on the leather seat beside him, tapping lightly with his fingers.
“Come sit here.”
A calm tone, yet it carried an undeniable command.
Yu Zhi hesitated for a moment before slowly moving over, until her shoulder was gripped by a large hand.
This was a story of forced possession. Yu Zhi didn’t like him, yet she couldn’t resist. She didn’t even need to act—the hand on her shoulder made her feel as if she were being coiled by a venomous snake, tightening its grip until she couldn’t move.
Her body was turned to face the man.
“Look up.”
Just as she reluctantly raised her head, Lu Yanxi’s kiss descended.
Perhaps he had truly been holding back for too long without release, for this kiss was urgent to the point of roughness. His agile tongue pried open her teeth and plunged deep, drawing every drop of saliva back into his own mouth before exchanging it with Yu Zhi.
In the several books Yu Zhi had experienced, even those with explicit content, none had featured a kiss this intense. If not for the System’s official confirmation that all four male leads were chaste, she would have almost thought he was a seasoned expert.
As time passed, the air in Yu Zhi’s chest grew thinner and thinner. She was on the verge of suffocating, her tongue numb from the suction. Unswallowed saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth, and the panic of asphyxiation made her struggle, her body retreating incessantly.
This retreat seemed to remind the man.
Lu Yanxi had already moved one hand to Yu Zhi’s waist, and with a slight exertion, he pulled her into his embrace.
Their bodies pressed tightly together through their clothing, leaving Yu Zhi no room to evade.
She could feel the man’s body gradually changing, his throat occasionally emitting a low, satisfied groan from the friction.
But Yu Zhi couldn’t take it anymore. The light in her eyes was fading, and she was almost on the verge of risking an Out of Character moment by kicking him when the man finally released her.
Yu Zhi’s body went limp, leaning against Lu Yanxi as she gasped for breath. Just as she was recovering from the suffocation, Lu Yanxi seized her hand.
“You know what to do.”
Accustomed to giving orders, even now, with a hoarse voice, his tone remained cold and unyielding, devoid of any softness.
Yu Zhi’s hand was forced onto the man’s body, where the fabric was no longer smooth.
She was dazed for a moment until the man pressed her hand down further in dissatisfaction, finally prompting her to act.
As the fabric was pulled aside and her hand made contact, she could feel the man’s body stiffen intensely, his grip on her waist tightening with force.
The Yu Zhi in the book didn’t know, but the Yu Zhi outside the book did.
In the story, Lu Yanxi’s feelings for Yu Zhi began with physical attraction. He was intensely desirous of her, “wishing he could die on her.”
Now, after such a prolonged period of abstinence, he clearly couldn’t withstand such stimulation. Even though Yu Zhi handled him half-heartedly, the breathing above her grew heavier and heavier.
To think, a model citizen like Yu Zhi, in the world of the High Mountain Flower, no matter how difficult things got, shouldn’t have led her down such a risky path.
If asked who taught her, there was no doubt it was this master of forced possession.
She had essentially applied everything she learned from Lu Yanxi to Zhong Shiyu. Yu Zhi’s thoughts were a chaotic mess at the moment—no, next time she’d have to come up with something new too.
The hand on her waist tightened its grip, squeezing Yu Zhi until it hurt. She looked up and saw that the man’s calm expression had already cracked. His clenched teeth seemed to be trembling slightly, and his narrowed eyes revealed a struggle for extreme restraint.
For a moment, Yu Zhi was lost in thought.
As soon as their eyes met, Lu Yanxi hastily pulled back, moving out of Yu Zhi’s reach.
He pressed the girl beneath him, kissing her roughly. Even the throbbing of his temples was visible. He really did seem quite impatient, doing this in the car…
When their bodies reunited after so long, even Yu Zhi bit her lip and let out a soft moan.
Although the plotline with Zhong Shiyu had its suggestive moments, because she was the one taking the initiative, Yu Zhi still cared about her dignity. If she could avoid going all the way, she would.
Only in this domineering CEO novel was it unavoidable every time…
“What are you thinking about?” the man’s dissatisfied voice sounded in her ear.
When Yu Zhi looked at him, all she saw in his eyes was a desire that seemed ready to devour her completely.
She remained silent and lowered her head again.
The man narrowed his eyes, watching the girl who seemed unwilling to speak to him. He didn’t press further, instead punishing her distraction through action.
Despite the physical compatibility, the two bodies’ owners remained in a standoff, each maintaining a facade of calm and composure.
Perhaps only during the most intense moments, when their names spilled out in gasps, did the man’s desires have nowhere to hide.
“Yu Zhi~”
Yu Zhi…
Author’s Note:
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