Chapter 3 Take it off, sit down

Zhou Yingchen carried Wen Yu, walking quickly and steadily.

Wen Yu wrapped her arms around Zhou Yingchen's neck, and she could faintly feel the steady heartbeat emanating from the man's chest beneath her arm.

My heart pounded loudly, mingling with the pounding of my own heart, making it impossible to tell which was louder.

The aisle is lined with rooms for guests.

All those surprised or inquisitive gazes fell on Wen Yu, leaving her nowhere to hide.

Although the waiters carrying the plates would immediately stand sideways against the wall, respectfully lowering their eyes, and the guests would only exchange knowing glances with each other, they wouldn't even dare to openly display the meaningful smiles on their lips.

But Wen Yu still felt too embarrassed.

She felt like an object.

Or it's an item that's barefoot, exposing its entire disheveled state to everyone's eyes.

This feeling was so terrible that Wen Yu could hardly bear it.

So Wen Yu quickly buried her burning cheeks in Zhou Yingchen's crisp suit fabric to block out all malicious gazes.

For a moment, Wen Yu felt the cool, clean scent of fir trees emanating from Zhou Yingchen.

The taste made Wen Yu's heart beat faster, yet it also strangely brought a sense of unreal security.

At least, it was Zhou Yingchen who was holding Wen Yu at this moment.

He acts with order and a bottom line, unlike Zhou Shiye, who can unleash a completely unpredictable wildfire capable of burning people to ashes at the slightest provocation.

But the next moment,

"You're doing this,"

The deep voice of the man holding her came from above Wen Yu's head.

The man then subtly moved closer to her ear and said, "I can hardly resist."

Zhou Yingchen's tone was indifferent, but the threat and implied meaning in his words were particularly obvious.

Wen Yu froze.

She reflexively lifted her head from Zhou Yingchen's embrace, only to be caught off guard by the man's deep and intense gaze.

The light cast shimmering stars in the man's deep eyes, making it impossible for Wen Yu to discern his true emotions. She could only see his tightly pursed lips and the hard lines of his jaw.

This made Wen Yu doubt the possibility of what Zhou Yinghuai had just said.

In case he's in the lounge later...

Wen Yu silently prayed that Zhou Shiye would not see this scene.

That man disregarded rules; he was a troublemaker who always prioritized his own emotions.

If he saw Zhou Yingchen carrying her into the lounge, then...

The thought had barely crossed her mind when Wen Yu glanced casually in any direction in the banquet hall and met Zhou Shiye's sneering eyes at the end of the corridor.

Zhou Shiye was leaning leisurely against the pillar, and it was unclear how long he had been standing there.

He held a limited-edition lighter in his hand. As he turned the lighter on and off, the bright blue flame flickered, reflecting on Zhou Shiye's handsome face, which was expressionless. In a daze, it was more unsettling than sudden anger.

Seeing Wen Yu looking over, Zhou Shiye slowly curled his lips into an extremely wicked smile, an undisguised mockery and the excitement unique to a hunter.

Zhou Shiye parted his lips slightly and mouthed four words to Wen Yu.

"Tonight, wait."

Wen Yu's heart tightened, and she was immediately terrified.

He couldn't help but bury his face back in Zhou Yingchen's chest, and even tightened his arms around the man.

Zhou Yingchen seemed to notice Wen Yu's unease, trembling, and her suddenly tightening arms.

But he didn't stop; he just tightened his grip on Wen Yu's arm and stepped into the president's private lounge.

The door behind them was closed from the outside by Assistant Chen, immediately isolating them from the outside world.

This also temporarily shielded them from Zhou Shiye's suffocating gaze.

Wen Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She was placed on the sofa by Zhou Yingchen.

The movements weren't exactly gentle, but they weren't rude either.

Zhou Yingchen straightened up. There was a knock on the door, and then the door was pushed open. Assistant Chen walked in with a brand new shoebox in both hands, placed the shoebox on the expensive handmade wool carpet, and then left.

Wen Yu then noticed that inside the shoebox was a pair of soft, simple, off-white flat shoes.

It looked very comfortable, although it seemed out of place at the banquet.

"Put your shoes on."

Zhou Yingchen's voice regained its usual indifference, without the slightest hint of emotion.

Wen Yu lowered her head, staring at her ankles that were chafed raw.

The pain has lessened a bit; I should be able to wear shoes now.

As Wen Yu picked up her shoes and put them on, the heel touched the chafed area, causing a sharp pain.

But Wen Yu ignored her and cautiously asked, "My aunt just called and told me to go home early."

After speaking, Wen Yu dared not look at Zhou Yingchen.

Fortunately, after a short while, Wen Yu heard Zhou Yingchen give a faint "hmm~".

That's considered an agreement.

They agreed to let her go home.

Then, Zhou Yingchen instructed his assistant Chen to come in and ordered, "Send Miss Wen back."

Since it was a Zhou family dinner, Zhou Yingchen naturally had to stay, and he also had an important international video conference after the dinner.

As the head of the Zhou Group, Zhou Yingchen's time is calculated in minutes, and his precise planning allows him to create unlimited value.

Wen Yu was merely a private option on Zhou Yingchen's schedule that only required temporary handling.

"Okay, Mr. Zhou."

Wen Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's always good to be able to temporarily leave this place of trouble and escape Zhou Shiye's ever-present threat.

Even a brief respite is something Wen Yu should cherish.

Wen Yu had already put on her flat shoes and was about to stand up and leave when Zhou Yingchen suddenly leaned closer.

The shadow cast by the man's tall figure completely enveloped Wen Yu.

Wen Yu tensed up reflexively, even her toes curling up in tension.

Zhou Yingchen leaned close to Wen Yu's ear and, in a warm voice that only the two of them could hear, instructed, "Tonight, be a good girl and wait for me."

The warm breath brushed against Wen Yu's sensitive earlobe, and she shivered.

He forced out a barely audible gasp from his throat: "Mmm."

Zhou Yingchen was satisfied.

He straightened up, didn't look at Wen Yu again, straightened his perfectly neat suit cuffs, turned around, and left the lounge without a second thought.

The door closed again, and Wen Yu felt as if all her strength had been drained away, so she leaned limply against the back of the sofa.

She let out a long breath.

But the tightness in my chest didn't lessen at all.

Wen Yu sat for a while longer, then changed out of the gorgeous but shackle-like dress in the inner room of the lounge and into a simple cotton dress that she had brought herself.

Only at this moment did Wen Yu feel that she could truly breathe a brief moment of freedom.

Wen Yu bought this dress with the money she saved from tutoring. It had been washed a few times and the color was a bit faded, but it made Wen Yu feel unusually comfortable.

She stood in front of the mirror, looking at the girl in it.

The girl was wearing a light beige cotton dress.

The soft fabric clung to Wen Yu's delicate skin, outlining her slender and graceful waistline.

The skirt hem fell below her knees, revealing two sections of fair and shapely calves, and she wore a pair of clean white socks.

After removing her elaborate makeup, Wen Yu's face was bare, with a natural paleness, and her lips were a light pink.

It looks fragile and soft, which inexplicably makes people feel sorry for it.

She was completely different from the Zhou family's adopted daughter who had been radiant yet fidgety at the banquet.

After changing her clothes, Wen Yu left the lounge and followed Assistant Chen out of the hotel through a private passage.

The black Bentley drove smoothly on the rainy night road.

The neon lights outside the car window, blurred by the rain, sped past.

Wen Yu leaned against the car window, her forehead pressed against the cool glass outside, lost in thought, her mind a jumble of emotions.

Zhou Yingchen told her to wait for her obediently, and Zhou Shiye also told her to wait for him tonight.

These two sentences were like two sharp swords hanging over Wen Yu's head, and she didn't know which one would fall first.

The car slowly came to a stop at a long red light.

Wen Yu glanced out the car window and saw a very eye-catching bright blue Lamborghini parked side by side in the next lane.

The car window rolled down, revealing Zhou Shiye's nonchalant face.

He had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking at Wen Yu with a half-smile.

A few strands of her light purple hair were wet from the rain and clung messily to her forehead, adding to her wild and untamed look.

Wen Yu's heart sank to the bottom, and a chill ran through her entire body.

Wen Yu knew that Zhou Shiye would not let her off easily tonight.

By chasing her here, he was openly telling her that he wanted her, immediately.

But... what about Zhou Yingchen?

He told Wen Yu to wait for him.

Wen Yu could not bear the consequences of disobeying Zhou Yingchen.

That could be a longer punishment, one where the light is even less visible.

These two people, one cold and domineering, controlling everything;

One who is unruly and does whatever he pleases.

Wen Yu is someone no one can afford to offend.

For a moment, Wen Yu even absurdly wondered if she could get away with Zhou Shiye's actions if Zhou Yingchen returned late enough.

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Half an hour later, the car drove into the Zhou family's old house located halfway up the mountain.

The wrought iron gate slowly opened, and the car drove in.

Wen Yu got out of the car, head down, and quickly walked through the front courtyard into the brightly lit but oppressive living room.

As expected, Zhou's mother was already sitting on the European-style sofa in the middle of the living room.

She was wearing a silk robe, holding a cup of black tea, and her complexion wasn't good.

Seeing Wen Yu enter, she snorted coldly, her well-maintained face full of undisguised disgust.

"You still know to come back? Dressed like that, showing your face at a banquet, what kind of image is that?"

Zhou's mother glanced disdainfully at Wen Yu's cheap dress, her brows furrowing even more: "Go back to your room right now, and don't come out here unless it's in the way. Wen Yu, remember your place."

"Yes, Auntie."

Wen Yu nodded obediently, not daring to linger for even a second, and fled upstairs to her relatively quiet room at the end of the second-floor corridor.

This room is a guest room, but fortunately it has everything you need, with all the necessary furniture. Wen Yu can satisfy all her needs except for food without leaving the bedroom.

As soon as she stepped into the bedroom, Wen Yu locked the door behind her.

She leaned against the cold door, and her violent heartbeat finally calmed down a little.

Wen Yu waited anxiously in her room for a short while before the arrogant sound of a sports car engine came from downstairs.

Then came Zhou's mother's concerned and ingratiating voice: "Shiye's back? Are you hungry? There's bird's nest stewed in the kitchen..."

Zhou Shiye replied impatiently, "I'm not hungry, this is so annoying."

Then came the sound of footsteps going upstairs.

Zhou Shiye has arrived.

Wen Yu's heart was in her throat, and her palms were sweating profusely.

Suddenly remembering something, Wen Yu hurriedly picked up her phone, her fingers trembling as she opened a chat window and typed: "Second Brother, Auntie told me to stay in my room and not come out. I'm sorry."

After sending the message, Wen Yu belatedly breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled thud was heard coming from the direction of the balcony behind me.

Wen Yu turned around in fright and stood there stunned.

Zhou Shiye, who had just climbed over the balcony and stepped in, was already leaning casually against the balcony door frame.

He was holding his phone, the screen still lit, displaying the WeChat message Wen Yu had just sent.

Zhou Shiye lifted his eyelids, glanced casually at the text on the screen, and a carefree smile appeared on his lips.

He then casually tossed his phone onto the beanbag chair next to him.

Then Zhou Shiye strode over to the sofa in the middle of the room, sat down, and casually spread his legs.

"Take it off,"

Zhou Shiye looked at Wen Yu, raised his hand, patted his thigh, and said in a hoarse voice that was both seductive and threatening: "Sit on top of me."