Parking lot.
The silver-gray Maybach had its hazard lights on. Xie Chuanyan stared at the returned bag, a faint golden light veiling his eyes. The car was enveloped in silence; Assistant Hao didn’t dare breathe too loudly, cautiously observing his expression through the rearview mirror.
A cold snort escaped the man’s high-bridged nose. He loosened two buttons and crossed his legs. “Scumbag? What does that mean?”
Assistant Hao’s hands on the steering wheel paused for a moment, hesitating over whether he should explain the term.
“It’s… used to describe social scum who enjoy toying with others’ feelings.”
Xie Chuanyan’s mind echoed with Yan Jiaojiao’s crisp voice saying “break off the engagement,” and the light in his eyes dimmed by several degrees. “When will the wedding dress be ready?”
“Probably next month.”
“Make it sooner.”
He curled his lips, his cold eyes unable to conceal his restlessness. It had been a long time since he’d felt this lack of control. Yan Jiaojiao always had a way of easily manipulating his emotions.
However, she had been acting less and less obedient lately.
Whether she lost her memory or forgot him didn’t matter. She could only be his.
Xie Chuanyan opened his phone’s photo album, which was filled entirely with pictures of Yan Jiaojiao. Dark desire swirled and intensified in his pitch-black pupils, the intense possessiveness in his gaze seeming as if it wanted to devour the girl whole.
Veins bulged on his forehead, his fingers nearly crushing the screen as his eyes gazed with obsessive greed.
“Be good, my dear. You’d better behave.”
Xie Chuanyan came to pick Yan Jiaojiao up when she was discharged from the hospital. She wore a sullen expression, clearly unwilling. Yan Feng was still sending her apologetic messages, saying he really couldn’t make it due to urgent matters. Yan Jiaojiao knew her father was trying to create space for her and Xie Chuanyan to be alone.
She didn’t understand what was so great about Xie Chuanyan that everyone sided with him, making her seem like the unreasonable one.
Yan Jiaojiao glanced at the opened passenger seat meant for her, snorted coldly, and directly opened the back door instead. She sat down and buckled her seatbelt in one smooth motion.
Xie Chuanyan looked down at her. “Sit in the front.”
“No, it’s too hot on the seat.”
“…”
Yan Jiaojiao turned her head away, refusing to look at him. Xie Chuanyan’s eyes darkened. In one swift stride, he approached, unbuckled her seatbelt, and effortlessly placed her into the passenger seat.
As Yan Jiaojiao realized Xie Chuanyan was about to fasten her seatbelt, she struggled. “I don’t—”
Suddenly, her lips were sealed. Xie Chuanyan’s large hand cradled the back of her head while his other hand restrained her struggling arms. Yan Jiaojiao was like a helpless lamb at the mercy of the butcher—the more she struggled, the more excited the executioner became.
Xie Chuanyan applied a fierce force, his lips and teeth grinding against hers as he slowly consumed her breath. His free hand began to wander restlessly over the girl’s waist and abdomen.
Under his assault, Yan Jiaojiao’s body grew increasingly uncontrollable, even beginning to respond to him.
Xie Chuanyan knew her sensitive spots. The moment he touched the back of her neck, a soft moan escaped the girl’s lips. She met Xie Chuanyan’s dark, desire-filled eyes, her entire body burning with heat. The sensation felt both unfamiliar and familiar.
The once-silent parking lot was now filled with the sound of wet kisses.
Afterward, Yan Jiaojiao slumped against the seatback, her enchanting fox-like eyes glistening with moisture. Her only remaining clothing was her lace-trimmed lingerie, its straps slipping down her arms. Fresh love marks dotted her collarbone and neck, and she lay limp, her arms spread weakly.
In contrast, Xie Chuanyan remained impeccably dressed, save for his half-unbuttoned shirt and slightly disheveled black trousers.
He looked down at her. The girl had yet to calm down; the spring-like scenery of her chest rose and fell with each pant. Her fair face was flushed and radiant, fine beads of sweat trickling from her forehead down her neck and into unseen depths—a fleeting moment of captivating allure.
“You jerk… shameless!”Xie Chuanyan’s heart itched from her soft, chiding tone, and the heat in his lower abdomen, which had not yet been sated, grew even more intense and firm.
He swallowed hard, struggling to suppress the desire to continue. His darling was still too young; he would have to wait a little longer.
Yan Jiaojiao let the breeze cool her face, the flush on her cheeks already fading, but her chest was seething with anger. Her small fists clenched tightly as she mentally beat Xie Chuanyan hundreds of times in her mind.
Was her mouth something he could just kiss whenever he wanted? Although they hadn’t gone all the way, Xie Chuanyan had taken every advantage he could.
Ah… She pouted exaggeratedly, pulling open the vanity mirror. The orange-red lipstick she had applied earlier had been completely smudged away.
Her swollen pink lips looked as if they had endured some indescribable ravaging.
Fuming, Yan Jiaojiao snapped the mirror shut and glared at Xie Chuanyan, who was driving. “You’re not allowed to kiss me anymore!”
Her tone was fierce but utterly lacking in intimidation.
Xie Chuanyan glanced at her. “Not enough?”
His low, husky voice was rich and firm, his tone casual yet laced with threat, the rising inflection at the end almost as if he were savoring the memory.
Yan Jiaojiao was so angry she almost laughed. From now on, she would definitely wear a mask whenever she saw Xie Chuanyan. That old pervert.
As the car neared the Yan residence, Yan Jiaojiao suddenly thought of something. “Xie Chuanyan!”
“Hmm?”
Xie Chuanyan frowned. Ever since Yan Jiaojiao’s car accident, she had lost her former dependence on him, practically keeping as far away from him as possible. Now she even dared to call him by his full name.
She didn’t even call him “brother” anymore.
“We… didn’t do that, right?”
“Do what?”
Seeing her stammer and struggle to speak, Xie Chuanyan parked the car and leaned in close. Yan Jiaojiao hurriedly covered her mouth as the man’s warm breath brushed against her ear, and he whispered two words.
Yan Jiaojiao’s face flushed bright red, her neck burning with heat. Xie Chuanyan watched as shyness painted her skin pink, his eyes darkening before he chuckled and pulled back.
“Soon.”
Don’t be impatient, my darling.
When they arrived home, Yan Jiaojiao rushed out of the car without even saying goodbye. Xie Chuanyan waited until she went upstairs before settling back into the driver’s seat.
Nightfall Bar.
In the dance floor, men and women moved together, some with hands wandering beyond their own bodies, while a seductive and lively pole dance performed on the central stage.
Upstairs, Xie Chuanyan had just arrived. Xu Haoyu, with a young model in his arms, whistled. “Welcome, Brother Yan.”
Xie Chuanyan gave him a cool glance before taking a seat on the sofa. Others in the private room greeted him with toasts, and he politely drank a few glasses. Xu Haoyu waved away the woman clinging to him and sat down beside Xie Chuanyan.
“I heard Yan Jiaojiao was in a car accident?”
“Yeah.”
Xie Chuanyan downed a glass of whiskey, his fingers tapping lightly on the rim.
Xu Haoyu raised an eyebrow. “Did she really lose her memory?”
Xie Chuanyan nodded, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Thinking about Yan Jiaojiao’s confused memories and her changed attitude toward him still gave him a headache.
Who knew what kind of script she had written for him in her mind.
Li Mubai arrived late, just as the gathering was winding down. He punished himself with three drinks before Xu Haoyu let him off. Xu Haoyu patted the young model on his right, signaling her to go over.
Li Mubai stopped her, pouring himself another drink instead. Seeing the girl on the verge of tears from embarrassment, Xu Haoyu felt a pang of pity and pulled her back into his arms.
“Li Mubai, it’s understandable that Brother Yan keeps his distance from women with that little drama queen Yan Jiaojiao around. But you? You don’t even have a woman by your side. What’s with the gentleman act? Be careful you don’t ruin yourself.”
Li Mubai swirled his glass with one hand, the burgundy liquid swaying inside. He downed it in one go, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips.
“Don’t worry about me. You should worry about yourself. I heard your father is planning to arrange an engagement for you?””Still just playing around separately, thinking I’d turn over a new leaf? Dream on.”
Li Mubai set down his glass. “Be careful not to call out the wrong name in bed.”
Xu Haoyu paid no mind, leaning in for a kiss and tightening his embrace around the person in his arms. “Don’t they all get called ‘baby’?”
His wandering hand boldly tightened its grip, and the woman in his arms let out a soft moan, nuzzling against his chest, her eyes seductive as if extending an invitation.
Xu Haoyu naturally wouldn’t refuse, leaving the scene first.