In the presidential suite of the Imperial Capital Hotel.
The woman had already stripped off her clothes and stood naked in front of Ji Yunze.
She was a famous socialite in the Imperial Capital’s circle of rich second-generation heirs—the coveted darling that countless men dreamed of and couldn’t buy with money.
She usually only accompanied men for drinks, never staying overnight.
When Han Yu found her tonight and asked if she was willing to spend a night with Ji Yunze, she agreed without a second thought.
This was Ji Yunze, after all—the man standing at the very top of the Imperial Capital’s pyramid. She had heard he never got close to women. Had he fallen for her?
At this moment, Ji Yunze sat on the sofa smoking. He glanced at the woman’s naked body, feeling nothing at all.
The woman hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat on his lap.
That flawlessly handsome face would make any woman’s heart flutter.
She wrapped her arms around Ji Yunze’s neck and called out sweetly, “Young Master Ji.”
Ji Yunze frowned and stubbed out his cigarette. The next second, he gripped the woman’s wrist tightly and flung her hard, sending her entire body crashing to the floor.
“Get out,” he said flatly.
“Young Master Ji?!”
The woman stared at him in shock, not knowing what she had done wrong. He was the one who had called her here, and now he was the one telling her to leave.
“Scram.” Ji Yunze didn’t want to waste another word.
“Young Master Ji! I’m not leaving!” As the most famous socialite in the Imperial Capital, being thrown out naked—how could she bear such humiliation?
Ji Yunze stood up, grabbed the woman’s arm, and dragged her all the way to the door. His grip was so strong that she felt her wrist had been dislocated.
“Put your clothes on and leave, or I’ll throw you out just like this.”
Seeing the fury on Ji Yunze’s face, the woman tearfully put on her clothes and fled out the door.
After the woman left, Ji Yunze felt uncomfortable all over, so agitated he felt like he was about to explode.
It seemed not every woman was one he could have.
He dialed Xiao Tongyu’s number.
“President Ji, what are your instructions?” Her sweet voice came through the phone.
“Half an hour. Get to the presidential suite of the Imperial Capital Hotel.” With that, Ji Yunze hung up.
…
By the time Xiao Tongyu ran, panting, to the suite’s door, she felt like her whole body was falling apart.
Suppressing the pain, she knocked on the door.
Ji Yunze opened it, his face so dark it looked like ink might drip from it.
“Secretary Xiao, you’re three minutes late.”
“I’m sorry, President Ji. I was quite far away just now. I drove over as soon as I got your call.”
Ji Yunze said nothing. He took out his phone and operated it with practiced ease.
The next second, with a ding, a text notification sounded. Xiao Tongyu looked down—her bank account… had another million?!
“President Ji, this…” Remembering what happened last night, her legs trembled with fear.
“What? Not enough?”
“No, President Ji, I don’t need money…” Xiao Tongyu was truly on the verge of breaking down. Ji Yunze could have any woman he wanted—why was he fixated on her?
Ji Yunze stepped forward and pinched her delicate face: “You don’t want to do it? Then why did you seduce me?”
His grip was so strong that Xiao Tongyu nearly cried from the pain. She grabbed his arm, half pleading.
“President Ji, it hurts. It really hurts. Can we wait a couple of days?”
Seeing the light welling up in her eyes again, her lashes fluttering, docile as a drenched little kitten, Ji Yunze felt his heart tremble unexpectedly, and he let go.
Xiao Tongyu scrambled back several steps in fright. She felt that if she stayed by his side any longer, she would sooner or later lose her life.
At that moment, Ji Yunze caught sight of a plastic bag printed with the Imperial Capital Hospital logo peeking out of Xiao Tongyu’s open backpack.
“Go take a shower,” he said.
“Huh? A shower?”
Wasn’t he letting her off? Why did she have to shower?
“You don’t want to?”
“No, President Ji, I’ll go right now.”
Xiao Tongyu hurriedly turned and fled into the bathroom. This was the great demon king Ji Yunze—if she didn’t do as he said, she might not even leave a corpse behind after she died.
Either way she was going to die, so fine, let her die. If it hurt to death, then so be it—at worst she’d take some of the painkillers the hospital prescribed first before dying.
…
After her shower, Xiao Tongyu walked to the bed in the hotel bathrobe. Ji Yunze had already finished showering in the suite’s other bathroom and was lying on the bed.
He gave her a once-over.
Xiao Tongyu had removed her makeup, revealing a fair, delicate face full of collagen. Her waist-length black hair was swept to one side, and water droplets still clung to her slender swan-like neck.
Ji Yunze felt his lower abdomen tighten, his whole body stirring.
What the hell. Just now, the woman he’d sent away hadn’t provoked any reaction even when she was completely naked—only pure disgust.
Ji Yunze lazily patted the spot beside him. “Come here. Take off the bathrobe.”
Was he really going to do it? Xiao Tongyu felt as if she were being torn in two.
She climbed onto the bed, resigned to her fate, and removed the bathrobe.
“Open your legs.” Ji Yunze’s voice was low and magnetic.
Xiao Tongyu closed her eyes. She probably wouldn’t survive the night.
Suddenly, a cool, icy sensation came from below. She half-raised herself and saw Ji Yunze lying between her legs, carefully applying…
Ointment! With a cotton swab!
Xiao Tongyu shot up. “President Ji! I can do it myself!”
“Can you even see it?”
“I—I can try…”
“If Secretary Xiao has that kind of skill, why not join a circus?”
Ji Yunze stared at her, the smile on his lips gradually fading.
Having been by his side for so long, Xiao Tongyu understood immediately—this was an order, not to be disputed.
Face flushed red, she lay back down and let Ji Yunze do as he pleased.
She was so mortified she wanted to bury her head in the mattress and smother herself on the spot.
After about five minutes, Ji Yunze lifted his head.
He held up the little tube of ointment and waved it in front of Xiao Tongyu.
“This stays with me.”
His meaning was clear: if she wanted the ointment applied, she’d come to him.
Xiao Tongyu nodded, quickly put her bathrobe back on, and stood by the bed again.
“Then… if there’s nothing else, President Ji…?” she asked, mustering her courage, terrified that Ji Yunze, who had just decided to let her off, might change his mind the next second.
Ji Yunze pointed at the spot beside him. “You’re sleeping here tonight.”
Xiao Tongyu felt dizzy. What did that mean? Just sleeping beside him? Simply sharing a blanket and chatting? President Ji had that kind of hobby?
Ji Yunze looked at that sweet, innocent little face. Without her makeup, Xiao Tongyu looked so fresh she could pass for a girl just starting college. He simply didn’t want to let her go back.
He couldn’t touch her tonight—she was in pain.
Damn it. He, Ji Yunze, actually felt sorry for a woman.
After a brief frown, Xiao Tongyu broke into a smile, her gaze meeting Ji Yunze’s dark eyes.
“All right, President Ji. Let me take care of a few things first, and then I’ll come.”
She walked to the living room, picked up the suit and trousers Ji Yunze had changed out of, and put them into the hotel’s laundry bag. Then she called room service to have the clothes picked up, and while she was at it, booked breakfast to be delivered to his room the next morning.
Because Ji Yunze didn’t like eating in the buffet restaurant with crowds of people.
Xiao Tongyu had long since memorized his tastes. His Americano had to be at 60 degrees, his eggs a sunny-side-up with a runny yolk made from eggs safe to eat raw, his toast a thick-cut slice from Mengzhili bread, and the butter only the French Bordier.
Ji Yunze lay half-reclined in bed, watching Xiao Tongyu carry out this smooth sequence of tasks, and fell into quiet thought.
Once everything was done, Xiao Tongyu walked to the bed, carefully lifted the covers, and lay down beside Ji Yunze.
She lay on her side with her back to him. On the two-meter-wide bed, she pressed herself against the edge, taking up only a tiny corner.
Last night she had fainted from the pain; tonight she was too frightened to sleep. Xiao Tongyu felt that if this kept up, her dark circles might soon spread all the way down to her cheeks.
Suddenly, she felt a powerful grip seize the back collar of her bathrobe and drag her over in one motion.
The next second, her waist was wrapped tightly in his arms.
“Turn off the light,” Ji Yunze said.