Two in the morning. The rain had finally begun to taper off.
Bai Ran was caught in a spiral of extreme irritability and agitation as she waited for results. Her eyes, webbed with bloodshot veins, were fixed in a death stare on the location tracker. The signal remained stationary at the Kaihua Hotel.
Shen Ruoshuang’s abrupt departure before curfew had been the final straw, snapping the last cord of Bai Ran’s patience.
Fortunately, the people she had dispatched to tail her reported that her destination was merely the Shen family’s main residence.
On her study desk, secret documents and million-dollar contracts that others would kill for had been swept onto the floor like trash. If it weren’t for the Shen family’s schemes and the sudden crisis with her overseas lines, she wouldn’t have been forced into such a state of disarray. She wouldn’t have had to play the “friend” card just to stay close to Xu Yinian.
She only had two months before she was forced to go abroad—at least a year away. By the time she returned, those vultures would have picked Niannian clean!
In these two months, she had to make Niannian leave with her. Or… she had to claim Niannian for herself.
To that end, she had used the marriage alliance trap set by Ji Yan and Lu Zhou as a foundation, planning to direct and star in a drama of her own making.
The play was set to begin tomorrow. Yet, at this critical juncture, she was told that Xu Yinian was completely out of her control, staying in that hotel until two in the morning!
Worse yet, to maintain her facade of being “out of contact and controlled by her family,” Bai Ran couldn’t even make a phone call to check on her.
The piercing ring of her phone sliced through the dead air. In this moment, it was a lifeline.
“Miss Xu did apply for financial aid from the Shen Group, but it was rejected and returned because the materials were incomplete. Also, due to the heavy rain tonight, the road from Kaihua to X University was flooded. The Shen Group arranged rooms for all the X University students who attended the ceremony.”
The new secretary was someone Bai Ran had trained herself; her efficiency was leagues ahead of the previous one, who had been a spy planted by Bai Ran’s parents.
She offered her speculation: “It’s possible Miss Xu went to the site to resubmit her materials in person.”
But Bai Ran was far from satisfied. “Possible? I want the exact check-in records.”
“The Shen Group’s information has always been strictly confidential…”
The secretary’s hesitant voice was cut off by Bai Ran’s voice, which was now laced with a frantic, localized madness.
“Do you not understand me?”
The phone slipped from her hand. Bai Ran suddenly grabbed an old, weathered dagger from her desk. Without even looking, she drew the blade across her fingertip.
The tip of the knife was instantly stained crimson as blood began to seep out steadily.
Bai Ran, who usually felt no pain, seemed to feel the sting of this wound deep in her soul.
“Niannian… I’ll give it back to you. It’s all my fault. Don’t torture me anymore, okay… Niannian?”
When Shen Yi re-entered the guest room, she didn’t find the same hollow, sobbing girl she had left behind.
Though Xu Yinian had been terrified moments ago, she had somehow discovered a way to find relief when Shen Yi had pinned her down earlier. Much like her reaction to the drug’s heat, she had taught herself through sheer instinct.
Her body was arched and tense, her flushed hands hidden beneath the hem of her cotton robe. Her soft whimpers were tangled with a rhythmic, sweet panting that felt like it could drown a person.
Her legs, which the robe failed to cover, were slick with moisture that traced lines down her skin, staining the pristine, new sheets into a dark, damp map beneath her.
Shen Yi’s intrusion brought the scene to a jarring halt, leaving only a faint, lingering sweetness in the air.
The sliver of logic remaining in Xu Yinian’s mind wouldn’t allow her to continue such a display in front of another person. But the drug’s effects didn’t pause; they were a tide, dragging her down into the depths.
A moment later, Xu Yinian’s legs began to twist and grind together again.
Shen Yi silently locked the door. She looked down at the girl from her height. “Shen Ruoshuang is right outside.”
Xu Yinian’s reaction to that name was violent. She jolted, her eyes clearing for a split second from their clouded, lustful haze.
“Do you miss her that much? Shall I call her in to help you?”
Shen Yi leaned down, her fingers forcing Xu Yinian’s face forward so she had no choice but to look directly at her.
“…No, no… please.”
Her tears shattered against her broken, incoherent syllables. She was desperate to refuse.
Shen Yi’s fingertips caught a tear. Looking at the shimmering moisture, her gaze slid down to the girl’s legs.
“If you don’t want her to come in, then do it for me.”
Xu Yinian was already craving release with an agonizing intensity. Under the weight of the threat, the inherent softness of her character—a nature that never knew how to resist—took over.
After a brief, trembling stalemate, her hands moved beneath the fabric, using the threat as an excuse to surrender.
She remained half-covered by the cotton robe, a sight that only served to fuel the imagination.
Her movements were clumsy and disorganized, rubbing through the layer of cloth, yet the effect was immediate. She quickly forgot her shame, her voice escaping in broken gasps, completely ignoring the fact that the dignified woman was still standing over her, watching everything with a cold, composed gaze.
“Do you know who I am?”
Finding herself ignored, the woman who never indulged in flirtation cupped the tear-streaked face. Her touch was calculated, possessing a strange, lingering tenderness.
“CEO… CEO Shen…”
That formal title, caught in the midst of her erratic breathing, was the most potent aphrodisiac.
But Shen Yi was not satisfied. Her dark eyes fixed on the girl’s legs, which were beginning to lock as she neared the edge. “Call me by my name.”
It was a privilege almost no lover had ever been granted, yet she was relentlessly demanding to hear it from this girl’s lips.
Xu Yinian’s mind had gone completely blank. How could she possibly remember CEO Shen’s personal name? She cried out in a frantic, whimpering sob.
“Shen Yi.”
“Remember it.”
“…Shen Yi.”
At the moment of release, even that elegant, poetic name seemed to be splashed with the damp heat of the girl’s climax.
The girl slumped back heavily, exhaling a long breath, her eyes fluttering shut in a daze of satiation.
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