Shen Xiran was indeed a master of seduction.
His kissing skills were excellent, so good that they could make any woman's mind go blank and fall completely for him in an instant.
But Xia Cheng was an exception; she was perfectly clear-headed and had no intention of giving herself to him.
Shen Xiran scooped her up in his arms, his warm breath fanning her ear, his voice deep and sexy.
"Where do you want to start?"
The space he referred to sounded quite gentlemanly.
Xia Cheng smiled, acting as docile as could be, "Whatever Young Master Shen likes, I'll accompany you."
Shen Xiran smirked with satisfaction, "I'll make this unforgettable for you."
He carried her directly to the soft, large bed, his tall body then leaning down and kissing her again.
As he kissed her, he reached out to lift her skirt.
Suddenly, a force he hadn't anticipated swept him away. In a dizzying spin, he was pinned beneath her.
Xia Cheng agilely flipped over, taking the dominant position.
She reached out her slender hand and began to unbutton his shirt, her movements unhurried.
"My apologies, Young Master Shen."
"I'm someone who prefers to be in control."
A flicker of surprise crossed Shen Xiran's eyes, which then turned into amusement.
As expected, she was a little vixen.
Instead of getting angry, he indulged her, "As you like."
After unbuttoning his shirt, Xia Cheng rolled off the bed. One of her slender legs lightly rested on the edge of the bed, her fair fingertips hooking the edge of her black stockings and slowly, bit by bit, pulling them down.
Her red lips parted slightly, her lowered gaze breathtakingly beautiful.
Watching this vivid and alluring scene, Shen Xiran's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.
"Come up," he commanded, his eyes burning with desire.
Xia Cheng smiled.
She moved closer to him, her breath like a fragrant orchid.
"Why the rush, Young Master Shen? The night is long; let's play slowly."
As soon as she finished speaking, her wrist flicked, and she used the soft stocking to directly bind his hands, tying a knot at his wrists.
"You like playing with this?" Shen Xiran curved his lips, his eyes filled with even more interest.
He suddenly sat up.
Xia Cheng reacted with lightning speed, her long leg flying out with a gust of wind, accurately kicking Shen Xiran's firm chest.
"Ugh!"
He grunted, the force of the kick sending him falling back onto the bed.
Shen Xiran got up again, but Xia Cheng had already sprung onto the bed, intending to pin him down with her knees.
This time, Shen Xiran was prepared. He twisted his body, agilely dodging, and was already standing by the other side of the bed.
"Miss Xia, you like playing rough?" His gaze instantly turned sharp, losing its earlier playfulness.
Xia Cheng didn't answer at all, directly launching a low sweeping kick, aiming for his lower body.
Shen Xiran wasn't one to be trifled with either.
Even with his hands bound, his regular fitness and combat training had never been neglected.
But Xia Cheng's punches were fierce, each strike aimed to kill.
The two, one attacking and one defending, exchanged blows and kicks, fighting from the bed to the floor, and then rolling from the floor onto the carpet.
"Xia Cheng, don't provoke me!" Shen Xiran was angered.
He hadn't dared to use his full strength, afraid of accidentally hurting her.
He hadn't expected this girl to have such formidable martial arts skills; he'd taken several kicks, and his bones were starting to ache.
"You want me?" Xia Cheng sneered, her attacks intensifying, "Win against me first!"
She delivered a swift sidekick, the angle cunning, aimed directly at his waist.
Shen Xiran dodged to the side, and Xia Cheng followed up with an elbow strike, hitting his shoulder blade squarely.
He winced in pain, his movements slowing by half a beat.
Xia Cheng seized the opportunity, executing a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw, slamming him heavily onto the carpet.
Finally, Shen Xiran was completely subdued by her.
Xia Cheng took a long rope she had prepared from her bag and securely tied him to a chair.
Then, she unceremoniously stripped off his suit pants.
Now, all he wore was his partially unbuttoned white shirt and black underwear, revealing a striking outline.
This was the first time in his life Shen Xiran had been defeated by a woman.
His handsome face was so dark it could drip water, his voice suppressing his rage,
"Xia Cheng, you'd better let me go now, and I can let bygones be bygones."
"Don't provoke me."
Xia Cheng clapped her hands, completely ignoring his warning.
She took out her phone and meticulously took over a dozen photos of his current disheveled state, clicking away.
"What do you think you're doing?" Shen Xiran's face darkened further; this was clearly the behavior of a female hooligan!
Xia Cheng put away her phone and smiled.
"Of course, to commemorate my 'first time' with Young Master Shen."
"Xia Cheng, don't you want your Xia Family's company anymore?" He began to exert pressure with his influence.
Xia Cheng leaned in front of him and lightly patted his incredibly handsome face.
"Young Master Shen, women like us from humble backgrounds, those with nothing to lose, aren't afraid of those who have everything."
Her voice was soft and gentle, but her words carried a ruthless edge.
"I like it best when we from wealthy families have a fight to the death."
She dared to threaten him!
"If my company ever goes bankrupt, I'll auction off your handsome photos to make a living."
She smiled even more brightly, "I guarantee you'll become famous all over the internet, the top star of top stars."
"You dare?"
His sharp eyes glared at her, as if about to spew fire.
"Xia Cheng, let me go immediately! Otherwise, you'll regret it!"
Xia Cheng burst into laughter, throwing him a flying kiss.
"Goodnight, Young Master Shen." With that, she turned, opened the door, and left with a flourish.
With a "bang," the door was shut.
"Xia Cheng!"
She could clearly hear his furious roar from inside the room.
Xia Cheng emerged from the hotel and called Qiao Xi.
She briefly recounted the evening's events.
Qiao Xi was startled, her heart leaping into her throat, "Are you hurt? Did he touch you?"
"No," Xia Cheng smiled, "Do you think I'd let him take advantage of me?"
"Don't worry."
Back home, Xia Cheng happily took a bath.
A WeChat message popped up, from "Shan Wuyun."
【Shan Wuyun】: Goddess Yueyue, my mood today has hit rock bottom; I urgently need your violin to save my life.
Xia Cheng looked at the message, the coldness in her eyes instantly melting away.
Her fingers tapped lightly on the screen.
【Xing Zuiyue】: My mood is great today; I achieved a great victory.
【Xing Zuiyue】: Wait, I'll play for you in a moment.
A reply almost instantly.
【Shan Wuyun】: Okay.
She put away her phone, her entire demeanor becoming lighter. Shan Wuyun was like a beam of light in her world; when she was feeling down, she unexpectedly added him, and they've been chatting for over two years.
Although they had never met, they were like old friends, understanding each other, sharing, and mutually saving each other.
At the same time, in a luxurious villa on the other side of the city.
Shen Xiran's face was grim, red marks from being choked by the rope still lingering on his chest.
His phone screen was lit up, showing the chat window with "Xing Zuiyue."
After sending the message, he picked up the whiskey on the table and downed it in one gulp.
Only Xing Zuiyue's comfort could soothe his current agitation.
He had been tied up for a full hour before being rescued.
The feud between him and Xia Cheng had truly begun.
If he didn't get revenge for this, he wouldn't be Shen Xiran.
He made a phone call, "Tomorrow, I'm going to Xia Dong Technology personally. Go pick out ten capable bodyguards..."
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