“Vroom… screech…”
A black motorcycle cut off a white Maybach.
The girl took off her helmet and gave her head a slight shake. Her glossy black hair fell straight to her waist like a waterfall, and her eyes sparkled like stars, clear as still water.
Unruffled by the ring of bodyguards, she walked over and knocked on the Maybach’s window.
The moment Su Zekai lowered it, the bodyguards’ hearts leaped into their throats.
“President.”
His special assistant, Liu Wei, tried to stop him, but it was already too late.
“Can I help you?”
Su Zekai’s eyes lifted slightly. Then he froze.
“This is a paternity test report. And…”
Right in front of him, Si Nanyuan plucked out a strand of her own hair. “You’re an irresponsible biological father. If you don’t believe me, have your people run a DNA test.”
Everyone was stunned.
Si Nanyuan got back on her motorcycle and sped away.
When Su Zekai came to his senses, he opened the kraft-paper envelope.
The result showed a 99 percent probability of a parent-child relationship. He jerked his head up, but the girl was already gone.
“Run a paternity test. Find out who that girl is.”
“Yes, President.”
A trace of sorrow passed over Su Zekai’s face.
Was the girl her child?
Why hadn’t she come looking for him all these years?
Night fell at Wangchuan Bar.
Si Nanyuan lounged against the sofa, leisurely leafing through the documents in her hand. Her frown deepened with every page.
“The project’s run out of money again?”
Shao Wanyu offered her a drink. Si Nanyuan shook her head. “I’m driving, so I’m not drinking.”
Shao Wanyu shrugged. “A-Yuan, are you really planning to go back to the Su family? That woman your father puts on a pedestal is no pushover.”
“I’m short on cash. I’m going back to get some money, and while I’m at it, I’ll turn the Su family upside down.”
She had no intention of accepting the Su family as her own. She just needed an identity that would get under their skin.
“Why bother? You could paint a picture, dance, write lyrics, or compose a song, and watch your bank balance shoot up.”
Si Nanyuan took a sip of juice and smiled faintly.
“Why should I let my enemies have what belongs to me? Besides, I have a score to settle with them for bullying my mother.”
She hadn’t known before, but now that she did, of course she would repay every wrong.
“I’ll be waiting for good news.”
Si Nanyuan smiled and took another sip of juice. When she looked up, she spotted a familiar figure: Ye Jingxiao.
Shao Wanyu followed her gaze. A teasing smile curled her lips as she put an arm around Si Nanyuan’s shoulders. “Like him?”
“Not interested.”
“Good. He may be the most powerful man in the capital, but I have inside information. He can’t perform.”
Si Nanyuan looked surprised.
“A-Yuan, don’t be disappointed. What kind do you like? I’ll find someone for you.”
Si Nanyuan frowned. “…”
“Looking at handsome guys is easy on the eyes—and helps shake off that workday feeling.”
People said Shao Wanyu was promiscuous, but Si Nanyuan knew she just liked looking at handsome men. That was all.
“I’m heading back.”
Si Nanyuan stood and took the information about the Su family that Shao Wanyu had gathered for her.
“Boring.”
Shao Wanyu shrugged and waved goodbye.
Si Nanyuan had just climbed onto her motorcycle when she paused with her helmet in hand.
“Drive me, and I promise you financial freedom.”
A deep, hoarse voice sounded beside her, and the faint scent of alcohol filled the air.
Si Nanyuan frowned and grabbed the hand that had lightly caught the hem of her clothes. “Get lost.”
“Take this.”
A black card was shoved toward her.
Si Nanyuan snorted. “Who do you think you’re looking down on?”
She yanked hard. The man’s skin was scorching hot.
“Get off.”
The man wrapped an arm around her slender waist and spun her around. Their eyes met, and Si Nanyuan found herself face-to-face with an impossibly handsome man.
It was him.
Ye Jingxiao.
While she was stunned, he had already switched places with her. Shouts from people chasing them rang out behind them.
“Vroom…”
He sped away on her motorcycle. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist.
Ye Jingxiao went rigid, but forced himself to pull over by the side of the road.
The road was nearly deserted in the early hours of the morning.
“Get lost.”
Ye Jingxiao’s bloodshot eyes were murderous. Si Nanyuan was so angry she laughed.
“You steal my bike, put your arm around my waist, and now you’re acting like I’m the one who assaulted you?”
Ye Jingxiao had bitten through his own lip. Blood ran down it.
And yet the man was so devastatingly handsome that there was something strangely beautiful about him.
“Need help?”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Ye Jingxiao pulled her into his arms. They lost their balance and tumbled together down the slope beside the road.
“I’ll take responsibility.”
Si Nanyuan: “…”
Suddenly, his lips pressed hard against hers. Si Nanyuan’s eyes flew wide open.
Her first kiss.
This was not the kind of help she meant!
She spun around and pinned him beneath her, her face blazing with anger.
“Slap! Slap!”
After two slaps, Ye Jingxiao finally came around a little. He had been slapped, and his cheek burned.
There was something captivating about his hazy eyes. He stared straight at Si Nanyuan.
He was unbearably hot. He tried to get up and continue the kiss they had left unfinished.
Si Nanyuan clamped one hand around his throat. “So even you have days like this.” With the other, she yanked off his tie and used it to bind his hands.
“Rip!”
She tore his white shirt into strips and tied his feet.
Si Nanyuan took out the silver needles she carried with her. After she inserted them one by one, Ye Jingxiao gradually stopped struggling. He only kept instinctively trying to get closer to her.
“Third Young Master.”
At the sound of a voice, Si Nanyuan put away her acupuncture kit and took out her phone. Click. She snapped a photo.
Ye Jingxiao: “…”
“Ye Jingxiao, you owe me a favor.”
“Screech…”
The motorcycle sped away.
When Ye Jingxiao’s bodyguards found him, they were all stunned.
The most esteemed and powerful man in the capital had his clothes in disarray and his hands and feet bound. Five bright red fingerprints stood out on his handsome cheek, and his lip was split, the blood still fresh.
This…
“Jingxiao, did you lose your virginity?”
Mo Yichen stared at him in disbelief, eyes wide, one hand over his mouth.
Ye Jingxiao: “…”
“Quick, get him to the hospital! Jingxiao’s been violated!”
Ye Jingxiao felt utterly humiliated. What a loudmouth.
The drug seemed to have worn off, but his whole body was weak. It seemed he could no longer even respond like a normal man.
Deep in the night, Yijing Garden was brightly lit.
“Jingxiao, don’t worry. It was a dark, windy night. No one saw a thing. Zhou Yi’s already gone after the man who tried to assault you.”
Mo Yichen felt sorry for his friend, but perhaps he was just born bad. He couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from turning up.
“Mo Yichen.”
“Don’t get mad. At least it was a man. If it had been a woman, you’d have suffocated by now.”
Ye Jingxiao was allergic to women. In severe cases, he could suffocate; if he didn’t get treatment in time, he really could die.
“Find out what happened tonight. And find that woman.”
“Woman?”
“Get out.”
Mo Yichen said nothing. Maybe Jingxiao was too proud to admit it, so he decided not to expose him.
The Third Young Master of the Ye family—the man whose sneeze could make the whole capital tremble—had suffered such humiliation tonight. The capital was in for a storm.
Ye Jingxiao’s gaze was icy. That softness, that slender waist, and the long hair falling down her back—she was clearly a woman.
To think that he, Ye Jingxiao, had actually had a woman take liberties with him.
But he hadn’t passed out. Could it be that he was no longer allergic to women?