“Brother, is there something you need?”
Fu Yanchi never expected that Fu Tingshen, who had just been intimately entwined with Shen Xin’er moments ago, could now stand in the backyard garden as if nothing had happened.
He was wearing loose home sportswear, his hair still damp and casually tousled after a shower.
He held a cigarette between his fingers, brought it to his lips for a deep inhale, then slowly exhaled a plume of smoke that drifted upward.
“Have you seen Yunmian? She’s not answering her phone.”
How ironic, Fu Yanchi sneered coldly.
“Brother, what makes you think I know where Sister Mianmian is?”
He paused, casting an ambiguous and disdainful look at him.
“She’s your girlfriend. Shouldn’t you know best?”
Being questioned by his younger brother, Fu Tingshen felt his pride wounded, his expression darkening.
“Forget it, I’ll ask her tomorrow.”
Fu Tingshen stubbed out his cigarette and turned to leave.
“Brother, do you love Sister Mianmian?”
Fu Yanchi called out to stop him.
The latter’s back visibly stiffened.
“Why do you ask?”
“Sister Mianmian is a good girl. I don’t want you to hurt her.”
After a long pause, Fu Tingshen finally spoke.
“She’s an excellent work partner and will make a good wife.”
Fu Tingshen had his back to Fu Yanchi, so he couldn’t see the obscure, unreadable glint in his eyes.
So, he didn’t love her.
Didn’t love her yet still manipulated her emotionally.
The young man took a deep breath, suppressing his anger as he rushed forward and slapped him hard across the face.
Fu Yanchi knew that Luo Yunmian probably hated seeing him the most right now—he had orchestrated everything the moment he returned to the country.
Now, he stood under her building, gazing at her dark window for a long time.
When he returned to his villa bedroom, the door was slightly ajar.
He pushed it open, his eyes scanning the room warily.
In the next moment, he saw the woman who should have been at her own home, now standing quietly in the entryway. The dim, yellowish light around her made it hard to discern her expression.
He took a step forward and leaned down, placing his hands on the woman’s shoulders. As he bent closer to her face, he caught the scent of red wine on her.
“Sister Mianmian, are you alright!”
Just as Fu Yanchi reached for the light switch, the woman grabbed his hand.
He looked at her in confusion, only to see that she had removed her coat and was now wearing a pink silk slip dress.
Fu Yanchi’s back stiffened abruptly, as if he had been struck by a Freezing Spell.
His gaze fixed on the woman’s chest, which rose and fell rapidly with her nervousness.
Luo Yunmian looked at the young man who had secretly loved her since childhood and asked him, tilting her head upward.
“Do you want me?”
Fu Yanchi’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively took a step forward, his tall frame instantly enveloping her.
He leaned down slightly, his hands gripping her slender waist and lifting her effortlessly. Luo Yunmian found herself seated on the entryway cabinet.
The young man’s eyes darkened as he pinched her chin, his fingers brushing over her lips.
“Sister Mianmian, you’re breaking the rules.”
“If you don’t want to, I’ll go find…” Before she could finish, her mouth was sealed.
Only then did she realize how scorching the young man’s kiss could be.
Seeing her resolute, almost sacrificial expression, he couldn’t help but feel both annoyed and amused.
Even though he knew that, at this moment, she was likely heartbroken over Fu Tingshen and seeking revenge.
Yet, he willingly embraced it, content to be used by her.
The sudden movement made Luo Yunmian’s already tense heart clench, and she accidentally knocked something in the entryway, causing a loud “thud.”
Fu Tingshen, who had just passed by the door, stopped and called through the half-open door.
“Yan Chi, are you alright?”
Luo Yunmian felt as if she had been caught in the act of an affair, her grip on Fu Yanchi’s collar tightening.
Her warm breath brushed against his ear as she whispered.
“Make him leave.”
Fu Tingshen’s footsteps drew closer, and just as he was about to push the door open, Fu Yanchi pulled his trench coat aside, turning to envelop Luo Yunmian in his embrace.
Luo Yunmian could hear the powerful beating of his heart, followed by the sound of his voice resonating from his chest.
“Brother, I’m going to sleep. I just knocked over a cup.”
He then reached out to close the door and locked it.
Only when the sound of footsteps faded away did the woman in his arms visibly relax.
“Shall we continue?”
Fu Yanchi’s voice came from above her, tinged with a hint of probing.
Luo Yunmian looked up and directly pressed her lips to the young man’s, taking the initiative but appearing rather clumsy.
His voice carried a magnetic charm, blending the innocence of youth with a touch of mature allure.
He guided her patiently.
“Sister Mianmian, when kissing, you need to open your mouth and use your tongue…”
His strong, powerful hand cupped the back of her head while the other wrapped around her slender waist.
In a dizzying whirl, Luo Yunmian felt her back sink into the soft, unfamiliar bedding as the young man’s firm, heated body pressed down on her.
Another domineering kiss followed, his lips and teeth moving to her ear, gently licking and nibbling before carefully descending further.
Her soft earlobe and the delicate curve of her neck became his possessions, subject to his unrestrained teasing.
Luo Yunmian’s slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed the intense nervousness she felt at that moment.
Fu Yanchi propped himself up with his left hand on the bed while his right gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“Sister Mianmian, the arrow is already on the bowstring. You have no chance to regret this now.”
His hand trailed upward from her waist, a skill men often seemed to master instinctively in such matters.
The woman softened like a pool of spring water, her chin tilted upward, her slender, pale neck as if beckoning…
Recalling her inexperienced kissing technique, his heart felt as if filled with honey.
Though it felt somewhat like taking advantage, he couldn’t help but feel elated.
Luo Yunmian woke to a ray of morning sunlight streaming onto her head.
But as soon as she moved, she realized her entire body felt as if it had been run over by a car—aching and weak.
Turning over, she saw the young man’s sharply defined, handsome face.
So, she had truly slept with Fu Tingshen’s younger brother out of revenge. Luo Yunmian lightly thumped her own head.
Alcohol really was the culprit; her mind must have been addled last night.
In the end, she had become the kind of person she despised. Now that she had taken her revenge, how was she supposed to face Fu Yanchi?
In her twenty-six years of life, she had never been so bold—not only betraying her own principles but also feeling a thrill of mischief and revenge last night.
Yet now, after everything had happened, she felt utterly exhausted, defeated, and powerless.
Luo Yunmian pushed back the covers and tried to slip out of bed quietly, but her legs nearly gave way, causing her to stumble.
Steadying herself, she quietly retrieved her high heels from the sofa and made her way to the bathroom.
When she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, she gasped in shock—her neck and body were covered in a dense array of love marks left by the young man.
Her mind involuntarily recalled yesterday’s frenzy, causing her body to tremble slightly once more.
Fu Yanchi had an excellent physique, with well-defined muscles all over, especially those hands—yesterday, as they roamed over every inch of her skin, they left a tingling sensation.
It led to the situation spiraling out of control later…
The phone rang, and Luo Yunmian glanced at the name displayed on the screen. Suddenly, she felt utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.
As if guilty of a crime, she closed the door before finally answering the call.