The bright warmth of sunlight pressed against Chen Zan’s heavy eyelids, layers of reddish haze clouding his vision.
Blinding.
He was forced awake, slowly regaining consciousness. As he pushed himself up while holding his aching forehead, he suddenly paused.
It felt like his body had been completely drained.
That alcohol the wealthy woman forced on him was definitely tainted.
His gaze swept across the luxurious suite. The woman was already gone.
Chen Zan searched all over the bed for his phone, planning to take leave. In his current state, there was no way he could work normally.
The phone was on Jiang Youwei’s side of the bed. As he reached over, he could still feel the warmth she had left behind.
Before he could stop himself, he buried his face into the pillow she had used, breathing in her lingering fragrance.
“Jiang Youwei…”
He murmured her name, his voice hoarse and rough.
Then he suddenly snapped back to his senses.
He had things to do.
Chen Zan picked up his phone, found his supervisor’s contact, and sent a leave request message.
[Brother Liu, my neighbor’s house was broken into late last night, and I need to assist with the investigation for a day. Requesting leave, please approve.]
Chen Zan figured this excuse was solid enough that his boss would have no reason to refuse.
Unexpectedly, the message was read but not replied to.
Chen Zan frowned.
Doing it on purpose, that bastard.
When the shift ended, he would probably announce something and use it as an excuse to deduct his wages.
Liu Qin had always been that kind of person.
As a working grunt, Chen Zan had never understood why his supervisor always went out of his way to save money for the boss.
When salaries were paid, he would constantly ask others how much overtime they earned. If it was more, he’d ask them to treat him to a meal; if it was less, he’d ask them to treat him to afternoon tea.
How could someone be so obsessed with other people’s pay?
With no other choice, Chen Zan searched every corner of the room for his clothes, only to find they had been nearly torn apart by Jiang Youwei. The shirt was ripped into strips, and even the zipper of his pants was completely broken. It was obvious how urgent she had been last night. There was no way he could wear any of it.
He found a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled slowly, his eyes filled with lingering desire as smoke curled around him.
What was that woman thinking?
Did she expect him to walk out naked?
Was she messing with him?
She really was getting back at him.
For the sudden breakup without a word… she was taking revenge.
Chen Zan took a slow drag, flicked the ash casually, and glanced around. His eyes suddenly lit up when he noticed a brand-new set of clothes placed neatly on the table beside the bed.
So she wasn’t messing with him.
He stubbed out the cigarette and tried them on. They fit perfectly. Even the underwear matched his size exactly.
His face grew warm.
Jiang Youwei had always known him inside out.
After adjusting his outfit, Chen Zan took a few steps, only to feel a faint soreness. Sure enough, Jiang Youwei hadn’t held back at all. She had drained him completely.
Then he noticed a note and a bank card placed beneath the clothes.
Three lines of neat, elegant handwriting were written on the note. It was Jiang Youwei’s handwriting.
[You’re still as capable as ever.]
[The password is my birthday. You remember it.]
[My number hasn’t changed.]
Chen Zan stared at the words, and scenes from last night involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
Amid hurried breathing, her soft, enticing moans had echoed as Jiang Youwei moved above him with irresistible grace…
He licked his lips. Even recalling it now, it left him wanting more.
The next moment, Chen Zan tore the note apart.
He coughed lightly, leaving himself no room for lingering attachment.
They shouldn’t have met in the first place. What happened last night would be treated as if it never happened.
As he walked out of the room, he paused in front of the mirror by the door.
In the reflection, even with his shirt buttoned all the way up, the marks on his body were still visible.
Jiang Youwei had really been ruthless. Just how much did she hate him?
He let out a breath.
Just think of it as being scratched by a cat.
Chen Zan walked out of Huanyu, his steps still slightly unsteady.
Sure enough, making quick money always came with risks.