Fu Qiwén’s residence wasn’t far from hers—just past a long corridor and around a corner.
The Fu family had the habit of sleeping early, and at this time of night, the path was completely empty and quiet.
Soon, she arrived at Fu Qiwén’s door.
The room wasn’t locked. With a soft click, Shen Yunli pushed it open.
At the same time, a low, guarded voice came from inside.
“Who is it?”
It was rough—hoarse, almost strained. The drug had clearly already taken effect.
Yunli tapped her system, Huahua, mentally. “Huahua, give me a voice-alteration skill.”
Huahua, who had been about to hide under its little blanket, let out a small “ah.”
“Big sis, what are you going to do?”
“I need to disguise my voice. Fu Qiwén can recognize mine. If I don’t change it, I’ll be exposed.”
She would be exposed eventually—but not now. At least there needed to be some buffer, some time for him to process and accept it.
“Okay, okay!” Huahua obediently activated the skill. Even it felt a little nervous.
“Big sis… are you really going to… do that to Fu Qiwén?”
Yunli: “…”
“Huahua, when you have time, read more books. That’s not how you use that word.”
“Oh.” Huahua nodded, still worried.
“But big sis, he’s the villain of this world. What if he gets angry and kills you?”
Yunli shrugged. “I’m already the kind of villainess who’s supposed to die anyway. If I can’t escape that fate, then rather than dying at the hands of the male and female leads, I might as well die in the hands of the villain. Besides…”
Her beautiful eyes lifted toward the man on the bed, her lips curling slightly.
“He’s quite my type.”
“Alright, Huahua, go hide in your little blanket. This isn’t something a flower like you should be watching.”
“Okay, big sis!” Huahua obediently hid itself away, shutting off its senses.
“Who’s there?”
Seeing no response, Fu Qiwén spoke again.
Shen Yunli walked up to him, looking down at her chosen prey with a smile.
“Mr. Fu, you don’t look very well. Do you need help?”
It was a completely unfamiliar voice. One he had never heard before.
“Who are you?” he questioned sharply, his handsome face flushed with unnatural color, the signs of desire evident.
“I’m a new maid,” she answered calmly.
Fu Qiwén didn’t know whether to believe her. He bit down on his lip, using the pain and blood to briefly regain clarity.
His hand silently reached under the pillow, where a dagger was hidden.
If this woman showed even the slightest abnormality, he would not hesitate to kill her.
“Go call a doctor.”
“But Mr. Fu, you look very uncomfortable. It will take time for the doctor to arrive—you may not be able to wait. Let me help you instead.”
Her hand gently brushed against his burning cheek. Fu Qiwén’s jaw tightened, and in that instant, his right hand struck out with the dagger toward the sound.
The next second, he felt his left hand restrained.
His drug-weakened body trembled—and with a clang, the dagger slipped from his grasp and fell onto the bed.
“Mr. Fu, why are you holding a knife?” her voice turned soft and playful. “You scared me. My heart is beating so fast.”
His left hand was pressed against her chest, feeling a foreign, soft rhythm.
The distance between them closed in an instant. A faint, unfamiliar fragrance drifted through the air—strangely… familiar.
His blood burned. His remaining reason was being devoured.
This woman… wasn’t wearing anything under her clothes.
Fu Qiwén, who had always lived with restraint and discipline, had never been placed in such a situation before. His voice was already hoarse.
“Get out… get out!”
The next moment, she grabbed him.
His breath caught. His throat moved dryly as he swallowed hard. Her lips sealed over his.
His palm tightened involuntarily around her slender waist as he fell completely into the abyss of desire she had woven for him.
He flipped her beneath him, becoming both slave to desire and master of the moment.
That night, the weather forecast had predicted a storm—rain that would last the entire night.
But midway through the night, the rain suddenly stopped.
Of course it had to stop. If it hadn’t, Yunli—who hadn’t brought an umbrella—would have been washed away by that storm.