Nan Yin soaked for half an hour, and the stiffness and soreness in her neck eased considerably. Wrapped in a large bath towel, she stepped out and dried her hair with another towel.
Returning to the bedroom, she had just settled onto the soft bed.
Glancing at the small alarm clock on the nightstand, it showed the time: 11 p.m.
Eleven o’clock—back in the capital, that was just when nightlife was starting.
Telling her to sleep early at this hour? She really couldn’t fall asleep.
Should she go downstairs now for a drink at the bar?
No, that wouldn’t do either. If she went to the bar again, her bath would be wasted. She’d come back reeking of alcohol and smoke, needing another shower. Too much trouble.
Instantly dismissing the idea of nightlife, Nan Yin kicked off her slippers, wrapped herself in the towel, and flopped onto the bed, lying still for a while.
Utterly bored.
Especially with this long, endless night—she felt so empty!
Counting sheep seemed a bit childish.
Propping her chin with one hand, she picked up her phone, unlocked the screen, found Fu Shi’s number, and tapped it. She felt like bothering him again. At this hour, he probably wasn’t asleep either, right? Might as well, since she was bored.
After all, coming back was about tempting him anyway.
So what if she bothered him?
Nan Yin narrowed her beautiful eyes. Thinking of doing it, she acted. This time, she didn’t send a text but instead cooed a seductive, soft voice message in a sweet tone: “Brother, are you asleep?”
“The night is long, and your little sister is so lonely…”
After sending it, Nan Yin smiled, waiting for the man’s reply.
One minute, two minutes passed—her phone remained silent. Nan Yin stared at the screen. Could he be an early sleeper?
Hmm, if that were really the case…
She wouldn’t disturb him further, though her heart itched with temptation.
Maybe send one more voice message?
Nan Yin picked up her phone again, putting on a soft, affected voice: “Ah~ Brother~ Are you asleep?”
“Little sister misses you~”
“Brother~ Little sister really misses you~”
After sending them, Nan Yin listened to the messages herself and felt her scalp tingle.
Indeed, that affected voice was really sweet and cloying.
Would Fu Shi even like it?
Or was he really asleep? Nan Yin didn’t wait for his reply. She guessed he probably did sleep early, so she picked up her phone and started looking for a movie, planning to connect via Bluetooth to her laptop to watch.
After all, this stuffy, long night in Su City—she really couldn’t sleep.
Nan Yin lay on the bed, ready to find a little movie to fill the emptiness.
Across the hall, Fu Shi was far from asleep.
He indeed wasn’t an early sleeper.
He was in his study reviewing tomorrow’s contract. Midway through, his phone buzzed with a message. At this hour, anyone texting him was likely from the company.
But when he opened it, there were several cooing, seductive voice messages from a little woman that made his body tingle.
Fu Shi had always been susceptible to her charms.
Now, hearing her sweet calls of “brother,” his dark eyes deepened like an ocean at high tide. His fingers tightened around the phone, and his breathing grew uncontrollably rough.
Tsk, what a temptress.
Fu Shi restrained himself, trying to steady his breathing. He decided not to reply, tossing the phone aside to focus on the contract. After a few minutes, he finished reviewing it entirely.
The man rubbed his brow bone to relax, then turned on his phone’s Bluetooth, connecting it to the speakers in the study to play some soothing music.
To calm his mind and body.
But when he turned on Bluetooth and activated the small speaker on the desk…
What played wasn’t the Beethoven symphony he usually listened to, but… sounds that made his ears burn—various flirtatious dialogues and movements between a man and a woman.
The man’s handsome face flushed and tensed. He quickly looked down at his phone’s Bluetooth settings. Sure enough—when he’d rented out the neighboring unit, he should have reconfigured the Bluetooth.
Now, he could automatically connect to the neighbor’s Bluetooth as well.
Fu Shi pressed his thin lips together, his fingers clenching and unclenching. The speaker continued to broadcast the man’s crude, flirtatious words. Strangely, Fu Shi forgot to disconnect from Bluetooth.
He sat rigidly in his chair, straight as a wall.
His gaze deepened, turbulent.
Damn woman, what was she watching?
After only a few seconds of irritation—just a few—his stiff expression suddenly softened. Then, the corner of his thin lips quirked slightly. He picked up his phone to check the Bluetooth connection.
A faint, almost ghostly thrill—something he shouldn’t feel—began to stir within him.
Fu Shi leaned back quietly in his chair, listening to the steamy little movie Nan Yin was sharing. But within a minute, his phone rang.
It was Nan Yin calling.
She had noticed the shared Bluetooth connection.
Right next door.
She must have seen that someone had connected while she was watching her movie alone.
“President Fu? Still awake so late? How was the little movie I was just watching?” Nan Yin asked sweetly into the phone.
Fu Shi hadn’t expected her to call so directly, but he felt no shame. His voice was rough and husky: “Not bad?”
Not bad?
Nan Yin’s brow arched coyly: “Did you like it?”
“Want me to send you the whole movie?”
Fu Shi chuckled softly: “No need.”
“I’ll reconfigure the Bluetooth next time. I forgot to change the settings here when I rented out the place.”
Fu Shi’s fingertips brushed against a black pen on the desk as he spoke slowly.
Nan Yin hummed: “No need to change it. I can use this Bluetooth just fine, right?”
“Really, no need to change it, brother.”
That last “brother” was spoken so softly.
Fu Shi’s icy heart nearly leapt at the sound. His breathing deepened. He reached out, flipped open the cigarette case on the desk, pulled out a cigarette, and placed it between his lips.
Picking up a lighter, he lit it.
A blue flame flickered.
The man exhaled a faint ring of smoke from his thin lips. “It’s late. Get some rest.”
Nan Yin was just getting into the teasing mood. Honestly, she could clearly sense that this man didn’t seem to mind her calling him “brother.” “Do you like that affected voice?”
Fu Shi replied: “It’s alright.”
What he liked was her voice, not because she was putting on a cute act.
“Oh? Really? I thought you liked being called ‘brother’ in that affected tone.” Nan Yin turned onto her side, hugging a pillow to her chest, and continued: “Fu Shi, want to give it a try with me?”
“Seriously?”
Fu Shi narrowed his eyes. Smoke swirled before him, blurring his intense features, making it impossible to see his expression. The only visible sign was another thick smoke ring he exhaled from his lips.
A signal that the man was trying to mask the restlessness in his heart.
“What do you mean by ‘seriously’? Play around for a few days, get bored, then break up?”
That wasn’t what Nan Yin had in mind at all.
“Is that what you think? Don’t you have confidence in yourself?” Nan Yin was almost incredulous. “You’re so handsome, so capable—who would dare play you?”
Fu Shi almost laughed, a derisive snort. “Aren’t you doing that right now?”
Nan Yin felt wronged and immediately retorted: “NO, I absolutely wouldn’t do that.”
“So, want to try?”
Fu Shi: “Forget it.”
What did he mean, “forget it”?
Nan Yin wouldn’t just let it go: “You say ‘forget it,’ and that’s it? I won’t forget it.”
“I’m going to pursue you.”
With these words, the little woman gritted her teeth, challenging him, yet there was a hint of coquettishness in her tone. Fu Shi’s heart couldn’t help but tremble: “Aren’t you ashamed at all?”
“If I were ashamed, could I pursue you? Or do you prefer quiet, introverted types? The kind who blush when they see you, lower their heads shyly if you just touch their hand?Nan Yin huffed, with a scowl: If you like that, I’ll take that route starting tomorrow?”
“How about it, brother?”
Fu Shi was truly at her mercy. Unable to control himself, he let out a low chuckle.
The laughter was very soft.
Nan Yin didn’t hear it.
“No need. Just be yourself.”
“Nan Yin, it’s late.”
Nan Yin wasn’t ready to sleep because she felt that tonight, Fu Shi wasn’t as coldly rejecting her as before. This was a good start. “I’ll sleep soon.”
“Then… I’ll keep pursuing you?”
Fu Shi had nothing to say. Whatever he said, she wouldn’t listen anyway.
“Suit yourself. You won’t catch me.”
Such arrogance, such audacity.
Truly worthy of being the scion of Su City’s top family.
She liked it.
“Brother, you’re so audacious. But I like it. I like that you’re audacious, tough, and cold—it makes catching you feel more satisfying.” Nan Yin licked her lips, a sweet curve forming at the corner of her mouth. “Well, goodnight.”
“Oh, one more thing. I’ll say it again: I’m serious about pursuing you. It’s not just playing around.”
“If we’re talking about playing, I’ll let you play. When you get tired of it, you decide.”
“Goodnight, Fu Shi.” Nan Yin didn’t harass him further, knowing when to stop.
She obediently hung up first.
After the call ended, the speaker no longer played the tantalizing, suggestive sounds from the little movie, but Fu Shi’s rough breathing refused to calm down.
The man removed the cigarette from his mouth, pressing it firmly into the ashtray beside him with his fingertips. His gaze deepened as he looked at his phone, then the corner of his lips twitched almost imperceptibly into a subtle, sensual curve.
[Someone loves to act tough, but in reality, he’s already hooked by his wife and doesn’t even realize it.]