Chapter 13 The debt of gratitude for being born and raised has been repaid today.
As the sun sets, Yan You sits on the terrace of a beachfront restaurant in the Maldives, closest to the waves, wearing a lace-trimmed bikini that costs as much as an apartment.
"Qiu Zhu, try this." She used a silver fork to pick up a square piece of Wagyu beef steak and held it to the man beside her. "The chef said it was just flown in today, an A5 grade."
Shangqiu Zhu's eyes didn't even leave the phone screen; she simply opened her mouth mechanically to accept the piece of meat.
His jawline was taut and his brows furrowed as he chewed, clearly indicating that his mind was not on the carefully arranged dinner at all.
Yan You's smile froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered and became even brighter.
She deliberately leaned forward, making her deep V-neckline more noticeable.
"Is it delicious?"
This time, Shangqiu Zhu finally raised his eyes, his gaze lingering on the curves she was deliberately displaying for less than a second before returning to his phone. "Hmm, not bad."
His answer sounded like a perfunctory work report.
She spent two hours choosing this bikini, which accentuated her impressive bust.
She even practiced the most alluring sitting posture and expression repeatedly in the bathroom, only to receive a glance for less than a second in return?
"Are you very busy at work?" she forced a smile, reaching out to touch his arm. "We finally managed to get on a trip..."
"There's been a slight problem, you eat first."
Yan You looked at the almost untouched appetizers in front of her, which she had specially ordered according to Shangqiu Zhu's taste, but he didn't even glance at them.
As the waiter came over to pour the wine, Yan You took the opportunity to adjust her posture, letting her long legs inadvertently touch Shang Qiuzhu's knees under the table.
This time he finally reacted.
Instead of the intimate response she expected, she stood up and said, "I'm going to return a call."
Yan You watched as he walked to the other end of the terrace. His long, slender fingers gripped his phone tightly, and the angle at which he lowered his head while on the call exuded an elite, handsome air.
Yan You grabbed the wine glass and took a big gulp.
"Madam, would you like the main course?" the waiter asked politely.
Yan You took a deep breath, forcing herself to return to the role of the perfect fiancée.
"Wait a little longer, until my husband comes back."
On the other side of the terrace, Shangqiu Zhu ended his call and walked back to the dining table, finally putting down his phone this time.
Yan You adjusted her expression, replacing the calculation in her eyes with just the right amount of concern.
She stood up and considerately pulled out a chair for him.
"Have some soup to warm your stomach first; you haven't eaten much."
Yan You pushed the soup bowl that she had prepared in front of him, the milky white soup smelling enticing.
Shangqiu Zhu took the spoon and finally scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it in her mouth.
Yan You watched the curve of his Adam's apple bobbing, her heartbeat eerily steady.
The medicine in the soup was obtained by Zhou Yaqin at a high price. It was colorless and odorless, and took effect after half an hour. It would put people in a state between lust and drowsiness, with blurred memory but physical excitement.
The perfect prop for your first time.
"How does it taste?" she asked, tilting her head.
"Not bad." Shangqiu Zhu took a few more sips, and his attention was immediately drawn to the phone screen when it lit up.
Yan You smiled tolerantly: "You're busy." She sipped her red wine, observing him over the rim of her glass.
The effects of the drug should take hold after they return to their room. At that time, she will make an excuse to go to the spa and leave, while her mother will take the drugged Yan Shuang to Shang Qiu Zhu's room.
What a perfect plan.
A real virgin, a perfect substitute.
"Have some more soup," she said, serving him another bowl. "The chef said it's a traditional Maldivian recipe, very nourishing."
Shangqiu Zhu didn't suspect anything and quickly finished the second bowl.
Yan You secretly unlocked her phone under the tablecloth and sent her mother an encrypted message: "Drank."
After finishing their meal, the two returned to their suite.
Shangqiu Zhu loosened his tie and casually draped his suit jacket over the back of a chair in the entryway, his movements carrying a rare hint of irritation.
"I'm going to a spa, you go wash up first." Yan You's voice came from behind, light and almost deliberately.
Shangqiu Zhu didn't turn around, but nodded almost imperceptibly.
Yan You's high heels paused for two seconds at the door, as if expecting him to say something, but in the end, only silence followed.
The sound of the door closing carried a hint of grievance.
In the bathroom, Shangqiu Zhu turned the cold water on full blast.
Glistening water droplets slid down the lines of his muscular back as he braced his hands on the glass partition, letting the cold water wash over the back of his neck.
The red wine he drank at dinner shouldn't have had such a strong aftereffect; given his alcohol tolerance, two glasses of Bordeaux would be nothing.
Shangqiu Zhu turned off the tap and dried her wet hair with a towel.
He frowned slightly and noticed that his pupils were slightly dilated than usual, with a few faint blood vessels on the whites of his eyes.
As she put on her bathrobe and pushed open the bathroom door, Shangqiu Zhu stopped in her tracks.
The lights in his suite bedroom were dimmed to an ambiguous warm yellow, instead of the bright white light he was used to.
Yan You, who should have been going to a spa, was lying on his bed at the moment.
Shangqiu Zhu squinted his eyes.
The woman on the bed was lying on her side, covered only by a thin silk quilt.
Shangqiu Zhu's voice was hoarseer than he had imagined. He cleared his throat and said, "Go to your room."
The woman on the bed gently turned over, and the silk quilt slipped off, revealing a sheer black lace nightgown that enveloped her body like a layer of mist, subtly outlining every curve.
The bikini lingerie inside was pitifully small, with two thin straps supporting her full breasts.
The skirt barely covered her upper legs, and the thin straps extended out and rested on her smooth shoulders, as if they would slip off at the slightest touch.
She didn't speak, nor did she make any seductive gestures. She simply lay quietly on her side, her clear eyes gazing at him in the dim light, yet her gaze seemed to hold hidden hooks.
In Shangqiu Zhu's view, her lips looked unusually red, slightly parted, conveying a silent invitation.
His eyes changed instantly.
His usual professional composure crumbled like a mask, revealing the turbulent desires beneath.
His deep eyes appeared dangerously dark in the dim bedroom light.
step.
Two steps.
Shangqiu Zhu slowly walked towards her, each step like a cheetah approaching its prey.
Yan Shuang could smell the strong scent of shower gel mixed with alcohol on his body, which made her dizzy.
Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest.
The next second, his fingertips touched her shoulder, the touch as smooth as silk, yet incredibly hot.
Yan Shuang's breathing became more and more rapid. She should feel disgusted and should push him away.
But her body betrayed her will, trembling slightly under his touch.
Shangqiu Zhu stopped what he was doing, looked up at her, his eyes unfathomable.
She noticed that this usually impeccably dressed man now seemed to have a dangerously disheveled air about him.
Shangqiu Zhu pulled her into his arms, their bodies pressed tightly together.
She should resist, she should scream, but her mother's words echoed in her mind like a spell.
Shangqiu Zhu roughly tore open the expensive lace nightgown.
Outside the window, the sound of the waves gradually became more rapid, as if echoing her out-of-control heartbeat.
In the moment of her fading consciousness, she saw Shangqiu Zhu unbutton her nightgown.
The drug's effects have reached their peak.
When the two finally faced each other naked, Yan Shuang had a moment of clarity.
Shangqiu Zhu's body was strong and powerful, with well-defined muscles, which was completely different from the image of a pampered young master she had imagined.
She remembered her virginity.
This thing, which is no longer important in modern society, has become the sole standard for measuring the value of her life.
Yan Shuang looked up and saw the burning desire in his eyes, but not a trace of warmth.
This is not sex, but a ritualistic sacrifice.
She was the sacrifice, and he was both the priest and the executioner.
Pain and pleasure intertwine to create an indescribable experience; a tear escapes its eye and slides into its temple.
Deep within this drug-controlled body, a tiny voice in her heart whispered, "The debt of gratitude for giving birth to me has been repaid today."
Drugs blur all boundaries; pain and pleasure, hatred and desire, self and nothingness all merge into one.
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