Yu Wanwan had been “sold” by her parents—to be precise, her adoptive parents.
Rumors spread that the “white moonlight” of high society, a once-in-a-millennium beauty, had been handed over by her parents to settle a debt and delivered to the Xie family in the capital, becoming the kept woman of the Xie family’s second son, Xie Tingnan.
Many young masters from prominent families hypocritically lamented her fate while secretly envying Xie Tingnan’s good fortune.
However, the rumors were quickly suppressed, and no one dared mention them again.
Capital City, Yi Garden, 10 p.m.
The sound of a car echoed in the courtyard.
The butler’s voice soon followed: “Second Master has returned.”
The surroundings fell silent, making every sound exceptionally clear.
The woman on the guest bed quickly rose and sat on the edge, her long, straight hair cascading over her shoulders, her back slender and upright.
Yu Wanwan had been arranged to stay at Yi Garden for a week but had yet to meet Xie Tingnan.
Unexpectedly, he returned tonight.
“Knock, knock,” a rhythmic tapping sounded at the door: “Miss Yu, Second Master asks you to come out.”
It was Aunt An’s voice. She had been taking care of Yu Wanwan all week, kind-hearted and gentle.
“Mm,” the woman replied softly, her voice uniquely tender and sweet.
Yu Wanwan stepped out and descended the spiral staircase from the second floor, step by step.
The main hall downstairs was brightly lit as if in daylight. A man sat with his back to her on a dark leather sofa, his shoulders broad and his back straight.
Even from a distance, one could sense his powerful aura and overwhelming presence.
Yu Wanwan had heard of Xie Tingnan—a quintessential young master of the capital, born into a prestigious family. His father, Xie Guanli, held a high and powerful position.
Xie Tingnan himself was a mysterious investor, so enigmatic that Yu Wanwan only knew he was formidable, nothing more.
The young girl obediently walked to the man’s side.
Seeing him replying to emails on his tablet, she stood quietly nearby, neither speaking nor disturbing him.
How much time had passed? Yu Wanwan didn’t know. All she knew was that her legs had gone numb from standing and could no longer move.
The man finally put away his tablet, picked up his coffee, and frowned slightly without taking a sip.
It had long gone cold.
Yu Wanwan gently pursed her lips: “Mr. Xie, let me get you a fresh cup.”
She had no reason to be coy. She understood perfectly well why she was here.
When the renowned entrepreneur couple adopted her from the orphanage, she had wondered why such luck had come so suddenly.
Soon, she realized she was merely a “lucky charm” for the Yu family, chosen because her birth chart aligned with theirs.
The Yu family treated her decently, providing food, clothing, education, and investing heavily in her upbringing.
Except for the Yu family’s own good-for-nothing son, Yu Huai.
That man, Yu Huai, was like a nightmare to her, always seizing every opportunity to make advances.
Her “sale” was undoubtedly connected to that worthless and gambling-addicted Yu Huai.
In a way, Yu Wanwan felt relieved. She never wanted to see Yu Huai again in her life.
Her legs, numb from standing too long, gave way as she reached for the coffee cup in Xie Tingnan’s hand. She stumbled and fell against the man, spilling the coffee.
Brown coffee splashed onto Xie Tingnan’s trousers.
Yu Wanwan repeatedly apologized, but as she tried to stand, the man wrapped an arm around her.
A deep male voice sounded: “Lick it.”
The young girl’s heart shuddered.
Half-leaning over Xie Tingnan’s lap, she stared at the coffee-stained spot, feeling both shame and indignation.
“Lick it.”
The man’s tone was neither harsh nor gentle—in fact, it was quite pleasant to the ear—yet it carried a commanding tone that brooked no refusal.
“Mm.”
Yu Wanwan bent down, little by little, slowly licking clean the spot where the coffee had spilled.
That gaze was fixed on her the entire time.
Her movements were so inexperienced, clearly those of a virgin who had never been in a relationship.
Her long, thick lashes trembled gently. Was she crying?
Her features were truly beautiful, her skin smooth and fair, poreless.
As she leaned forward, her spaghetti-strap dress offered a glimpse of her figure. The girl was quite bold—daring to go braless?
Xie Tingnan’s eyes grew darker and darker.
No matter how stunning the beauty, when they met him, they had to respectfully address him as Master Ting and rack their brains to throw themselves into his arms.
He had never lacked for exquisite women, and his standards were extremely exacting.
Yet now, this shy, humiliated girl licking up coffee had failed to reveal a single flaw in her appearance to his critical eye.
Unprecedented.
Xie Tingnan rose and scooped Yu Wanwan up in one swift motion.
The girl let out an instinctive gasp of surprise.
But when she saw the man’s noble, cold face, she grew docile again.
Held aloft in the arms of the nearly 1.9-meter-tall, robust man, her feet dangling off the ground, Yu Wanwan hung her head silently, like a dejected lop-eared rabbit.
Xie Tingnan carried her straight to the bathroom.
Yu Wanwan resigned herself and said, “Mr. Xie, I’m on my period.”
Her soft voice was too soothing, like a coquettish plea, and it only made Xie Tingnan less likely to let her go.
The man let out a light scoff. “So you’re not mute?”
“No.”
“Attend to me.”
Yu Wanwan had steeled herself mentally, but her heart still pounded wildly.
What was shame? She had no right to think about it.
Her foster parents had told her that if she didn’t serve Xie Tingnan well, her entire family would die.
She was only twenty, a third-year performance major at Nancheng University, an excellent student who had even earned a spot in graduate school. Why should she die?
So Yu Wanwan said, “Mr. Xie, put me down. I’ll undress you.”
The man kissed the corner of her lips. “Together.”
Yu Wanwan instinctively pulled away.
“First kiss?” Xie Tingnan’s phoenix eyes were deep, fixed on her.
The girl let out a soft “Mm.”
Before she could recover, Xie Tingnan suddenly pressed her against the bathroom wall and fiercely captured her lips.
The wall was cold and hard. Her exposed back, uncovered by the spaghetti-strap dress, was crushed against it by the man’s force. The grinding pressure felt like her bones might break.
Her slender waist ached from his grip.
The man was wild, like a storm churning the sea.
Yu Wanwan went numb, a suffocating sensation spinning the world around her.
She forced herself to pretend to sleep, silently counting sheep in her mind: “One sheep, two sheep…”
And then, Yu Wanwan actually fell asleep.
To this day, Xie Tingnan kept a secret.
That night, he had meant for her to attend to his bath, but in the end, he ended up attending to the half-asleep Yu Wanwan’s bath instead.
The girl even hit people in her sleep.
“Who are you? The water’s cold. Heat it up.” Slap. A blow landed on Xie Tingnan’s shoulder.
The man’s face darkened, and he silently cursed, “Damn.”
She hadn’t lied—her period had indeed arrived.
Xie Tingnan’s face was black with frustration.
The washed girl was held upright in his arms, obediently clinging to his neck, nestled against his shoulder, breathing softly, sleeping sweetly.
He hesitated for a long time, then called out loudly, “Aunt An, bring some sanitary pads and leave them at the door.”
He fumbled to put a night-time pad on Yu Wanwan, his patience stretched to its limit.
And so, that night, Yu Wanwan woke up in the middle of the night from the pain.
Even with her aunt’s protection, Xie Tingnan had plenty of other ways.
He was indeed an experienced master, tormenting her like revenge throughout the latter half of the night. In moments of passion, he would…
He made her call him: “Xie Tingnan,” using her soft and coquettish voice.
That voice was like a deadly poison, making him sink deeper…