The Bugatti Veyron's spacious interior felt like a trap to Song Qi Nian. Despite the luxury car's ample room, she could barely breathe, as if invisible walls were closing in. Her skin burned, and an unfamiliar desperation clawed at her—an overwhelming urge to tear off her clothes, to press herself against Shen Chi Yan.
She'd never have been so bold before, no matter how reckless she could be.
Even knowing Shen Chi Yan's fury, she couldn't stop herself. Her hands betrayed her, reaching for his clothes with a mind of their own.
He seized her wandering hands, his grip unforgiving. This woman—who typically cowered before him like a frightened mouse—had become inexplicably brazen.
Rage and desire warred within him, tempting him to throw her onto the street.
"You're usually so clever," he said, voice laced with contempt. "How did you mess up this spectacularly?"
His iron grip made her flinch, tears welling in her eyes. Her vulnerability only fueled his darker impulses.
Though he projected an image of icy self-control, reality told a different story. Since their first night together, he'd taken her whenever desire struck.
Now, with his body screaming for release, he grabbed her chin instead, his eyes dangerous. "Shen Yu Shu claims you two are in love—that I'm the villain who tore apart star-crossed lovers."
Her heart lurched. Breaking free of his grip, she signed with shaking hands, [He's lying! He's just a friend—nothing like that kind.]
"Really? Then what kind of relationship is it?"
"...The kind between lovers?"
His gaze hardened as his fingers traced from her cheek to her throat.
"Is that so?" His voice dropped lower. "Then who do you want?"
His bare fingers were ice against her skin. Song Qi Nian's eyes fluttered shut, craving more of his touch despite herself.
His grip tightened around her neck. "Who do you like?"
Even through the drug's haze, Song Qi Nian's survival instincts screamed at her: confessing her feelings for Shen Chi Yan would only earn his mockery and speed up their divorce.
She shook her head, pressed her lips together, and let her hands fall still.
"So there is someone."
Song Qi Nian's eyes went wide, fixed on his dark, threatening stare. She couldn't stop shaking.
Shen Chi Yan's mood blackened. The mere thought of her wanting someone else fed his fury.
"Last chance." The words grated through his teeth. He pushed her against the backseat, his hand at her throat. One squeeze, and she'd be gone. "Tell me who you like!"
I like you.
I like you!
If she could speak, she would have screamed it. But her voice was locked away forever.
Tears spilled down her cheeks as years of hidden feelings, frustration, and pain burst through her defenses.
With one hand still pinned, she reached out with the other. Her fingers pressed against his chest, writing a single word with fierce determination: [You.]
She traced it slowly, pouring all her strength into that one word.
Only she knew the weight behind such a simple gesture.
Being mute, she'd resigned herself to never confessing. She never thought it would happen like this.
Her fingers, hot from the drug, brushed his chest. His heart stuttered.
His sharp eyes searched hers, reading the storm of emotions there.
He watched her internal struggle, saw her gather her courage, witnessed her trembling fingers form that word.
Song Qi Nian actually liked him!
Shen Chi Yan's first thought wasn't to question why this "dead woman walking" dared to like him.
Instead, he wondered: how could Song Qi Nian possibly have feelings for him?
He gripped her hand tight. Though he knew exactly what she'd written, he taunted her. "I asked who you like. What are you doing poking at my chest?"
Song Qi Nian cried harder, frustrated beyond words.
She'd confessed every way she knew how, but he was still playing dumb.
"Tell me again—who do you like?"
His voice had softened, the earlier anger and ice melting away. He didn't even notice the slight smile tugging at his lips.
Song Qi Nian was at her limit. The drug's heat was torture, and Shen Chi Yan wouldn't let up.
Looking at his perfect face so close to hers, she abandoned gestures altogether. She broke free, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
In her own awkward, earnest way, she told Shen Chi Yan that she liked him—only him.
Since Song Qi Nian had finally made a move, Shen Chi Yan decided to stop holding back. "Gao Kunlun, park the car. Go have a smoke outside."
Face burning red, Gao Kunlun quickly pulled over and scrambled out, fanning his cheeks.
Dear god, Fifth Master and Young Madam weren't shy at all!
See no evil, hear no evil!
Gao Kunlun rushed to a nearby tree, pulled out his phone, and started playing Buddhist chants.
The car rocked for over two hours before finally going still. Gao Kunlun sighed, clutching his phone.
Thank god it was dark. And thank god for solid German engineering.
Meanwhile, Shen Yu Shu, looking pale and worn, glared at Lin Lanxing in her expensive outfit. "You said I just had to get Nian Nian into the room. But you really wanted President Shen to catch her, didn't you?"
Lin Lanxing just sipped her coffee, saying nothing.
"You knew Nian Nian meant something to President Shen. You used me to drive them apart, hoping they'd divorce so you could get revenge for your sister, right?"
Lin Lanxing laughed softly. "Well done, you've pieced it together. Let me guess—Zhou Yuting told you? Hm... if she shared that much, you must have already slept with her."
Shame flashed across Shen Yu Shu's face. Lin Lanxing had promised to connect him with her social circle, but he hadn't expected to catch Zhou Yuting's eye.
Zhou Yuting might be the Fuhua Group's eldest daughter, but she was overweight, unattractive, and crude in every way. Her only redeeming quality was her money.
But to break into high society and fast-track his success, Shen Yu Shu had to make compromises.
Seeing his expression, Lin Lanxing sneered. "Why so upset? You couldn't even handle one simple task. You let Shen Chi Yan walk in and find Song Qi Nian drugged. If they ended up..."
The thought of Shen Chi Yan losing control and sleeping with Song Qi Nian made Lin Lanxing's blood boil. Not only had her trap failed—it had backfired spectacularly!
She'd handed Song Qi Nian exactly what she wanted!
Now all she could do was hope Shen Chi Yan wouldn't touch that mute woman.
Shen Yu Shu exploded. "How can I ever face Nian Nian again? President Shen will kick me out of Dingsheng Group!"
Lin Lanxing didn't care about his problems. She just smirked. "Isn't that perfect? Now you can focus on being Zhou Yuting's plaything!"
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