Chapter 1 Take the initiative, kiss me.
The Zhou family's charity gala tonight is quite a grand affair.
Wen Yu stood at a secluded corner of the second-floor corridor, cautiously glancing downstairs, and felt dizzy.
The banquet hall was dazzlingly bright, and the men and women were all dressed in their finest attire, each holding a wine glass with a perfectly appropriate smile on their face.
They huddled together in twos and threes, their eyes constantly glancing towards the door, their deliberately lowered voices barely concealing their excitement.
"Have you heard? The Zhou family's adopted daughter is making her official debut tonight."
"What good fortune to be chosen by the Zhou family as their adopted daughter... Adopted daughters have inheritance rights, right?"
"Good fortune? Which of those two young masters of the Zhou family is easy to deal with? Zhou Yingchen's aura can scare people to death, and his eyes can freeze people to death. Zhou Shiye is even more of a little devil. The number of cases he lost under his control could circle Jiangcheng three times. Do you want this good fortune?"
The speaker curled his lip: "I heard that the girl's parents died and she depended on her grandmother for survival. Later, her grandmother also passed away, and then Grandpa Zhou took her back. I don't know what Grandpa Zhou saw in her, but in the end, he insisted on giving his grandsons a little sister."
As they were talking, the entrance suddenly fell silent for a second.
The next moment, a tall, imposing man with a cold and aloof aura walked in, surrounded by a group of people.
The man was dressed in a dark suit, exuding an air of meticulous coldness.
His cold face was expressionless, and wherever his gaze swept, even the air seemed to freeze.
No one dared to approach him easily, watching him head straight upstairs to his private lounge with steady steps, a natural-born leader.
This man is Zhou Yingchen, the host of tonight's banquet.
At the age of 28, he became the newly appointed head of the Zhou Group.
He's the kind of man whose every stomp of his foot could shake the entire Jiangcheng business district.
Wen Yu, who was at the corner on the second floor, turned around and quickly retreated into the lounge as soon as she saw him.
After closing the door, Wen Yu took a deep breath and stood in front of the mirror.
When Wen Yu saw herself in the mirror again, she felt like a doll that had been carefully dressed up.
This dress was brought by the stylist, and it looks very expensive.
The light pink dress was very pretty, with sparkling diamonds embedded in it, but when Wen Yu wore it, it was so tight that she could hardly breathe.
Wen Yu kept her eyes fixed on the direction of the door in the mirror.
A moment later, the door opened.
The next moment, Wen Yu looked into a pair of unfathomable, deep eyes in the mirror.
Wen Yu's heart skipped a beat. She quickly lowered her head and lowered her eyelashes to hide the panic in her eyes, her hands tightly gripping the corner of her skirt.
Zhou Yingchen stared at Wen Yu in the mirror and casually raised his hand.
A special assistant dressed in a suit and white gloves immediately stepped forward.
He held an open velvet box in his hands, inside which lay a diamond necklace. The main stone was very large, estimated to be over ten carats, and it was dazzling.
Wen Yu caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of her eye, and her eyelashes drooped even lower.
She recognized the special assistant.
His surname was Chen, and he always silently and efficiently carried out Zhou Yingchen's every instruction, like an emotionless robot.
Most of the time, Zhou Yingchen didn't need to lift a finger; his assistant understood with just a glance.
For example, right now, he instructed the female student next to him to deftly remove the necklace that was originally on Wen Yu's neck and replace it with a new one.
The cold chain pressed against her skin, and Wen Yu shivered from the cold.
The necklace was so heavy that it made Wen Yu's neck ache a little.
After the waitress helped Wen Yu change her necklace, the assistant immediately bowed his head and instructed the others to quietly slip away with him.
For a moment, only Wen Yu and Zhou Yingchen remained in the entire large lounge.
The man then approached, his tall figure completely enveloping Wen Yu.
He bent down slightly, his lips brushing against Wen Yu's ear.
The hot, humid air wafted over, sending shivers down Wen Yu's spine.
"Very well-behaved."
The man's voice was low, revealing neither joy nor anger.
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Yingchen spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear, word by word, into Wen Yu's ear: "Tonight, I'll reward you."
Upon hearing the word "reward," Wen Yu's face turned pale instantly.
She dug her fingers into her palms, the nails digging into her flesh and causing a slight stinging pain, in order to stay calm and prevent herself from trembling too much.
That kind of reward...
Wen Yu didn't want it at all.
The last reward was to lock her in a dark music room for a whole night.
That night, Zhou Yingchen firmly held Wen Yu's body in his grasp, his lips and tongue relentlessly penetrating her.
She was trapped between him and the cold piano, surrounded by Zhou Yingchen's chilling aura.
He wiped away Wen Yu's tears with his rough fingertips, but his movements did not slow down at all.
Wen Yu pressed her lips tightly together to stop herself from trembling.
My mind uncontrollably drifted back to two years ago.
At that time, Mr. Zhou, who was lying on his sickbed and was also her adoptive grandfather, weakly called his two sons to his side.
"Ying Chen, Shi Ye... Xiao Yu will be your little sister from now on. You must take good care of her."
At that time, Wen Yu had just lost her only relative. Wearing her faded school uniform, she stood awkwardly in the corner of her bedroom, which was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
Zhou Yingchen, standing in the shadows, glanced at her lightly as if she were a toy, not even bothering to lift his eyelids, and only let out a barely audible "Hmm" from his nose.
Zhou Shiye, leaning against the door frame, sported a striking head of short, bluish-purple hair. His handsome face was full of nonchalant impatience. He curled his lip, making no attempt to hide his disdain, and mouthed two words to her: "Troublesome."
That day, after leaving Old Master Zhou's bedroom, Zhou Yingchen went straight downstairs and left.
But Zhou Shiye blocked Wen Yu's way, leaning in menacingly and saying, "Stay away from me, and don't tell anyone you know us, you hear me? Otherwise, you'll be sorry."
Therefore, Wen Yu had long known that she was superfluous in this family.
It's annoying.
She was always very careful, trying to shrink herself into a ball so as not to get in their way.
What's the point of hiding?
What was bound to happen, after that day, barged forcefully into her world...
"They're gone."
Zhou Yingchen's voice interrupted Wen Yu's thoughts.
He grabbed her wrist tightly, so firmly that she couldn't break free.
The man's hands, though warm and dry, felt like an iron chain to Wen Yu.
As soon as the door opened, a cacophony of noise and countless gazes rushed toward Wen Yu.
Zhou Yingchen placed his hand on her lower back, seemingly a gentleman, but in reality, he was pushing her toward the center of the crowd in an undeniable manner.
Wen Yu felt like an object being pushed onto a display stage, about to be judged by everyone.
It's not time to say no.
The curious, scrutinizing, envious, and even more jealous and disdainful gazes fell upon her like fine needles, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
"President Zhou."
A woman in a red evening gown walked over, carrying a wine glass.
She smiled obsequiously at Zhou Yingchen, but when she turned to Wen Yu, her smile turned malicious: "This must be Miss Wen, right? She's really... quite pretty."
What do you mean by "adopted daughter"?
It's hard to imagine that an adopted daughter this big wouldn't end up in your bed.
Before the girl could finish speaking, she slipped and spilled the entire glass of red wine she was holding onto Wen Yu's light-colored dress.
The icy liquid quickly seeped into the skirt fabric, sticking uncomfortably to Wen Yu's skin.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."
A smug glint flashed in the woman's eyes. She exclaimed exaggeratedly and even reached out to pull Wen Yu, "Miss Wen, shall I go with you to change your clothes?"
Zhou Yingchen, standing next to him, didn't even lift his eyelids, but the air pressure around him seemed to drop even lower, and the onlookers subconsciously held their breath.
This made Wen Yu even more embarrassed.
She shrank back, avoiding the girl's hand, and said in a low, trembling voice, "No need, I'll go by myself."
"Miss Li is so enthusiastic?"
At that moment, a lazy, sinister voice broke in.
Wen Yu's heart skipped a beat.
Zhou Shiye arrived at some point.
He leaned against a nearby pillar, without a tie, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a section of pale collarbone and a conspicuous silver chain.
He had his hands in his trouser pockets, his narrow, almond-shaped eyes half-closed, and a half-smile playing on his lips—a wild and wicked look.
Looking at Zhou Shiye, he resembled more of a top star from a nightclub than an elite lawyer.
This second young master of the Zhou family didn't inherit the family business; instead, he went and became a lawyer.
It is said that he is ruthless in court, full of fallacies and heresies, and has never lost a case, making him a very troublesome opponent.
It is widely known in the industry that he drove the opposing witness to a mental breakdown, and that he turned the whole case around with seemingly unrelated details.
At this moment, Zhou Shiye strolled over, raised an eyebrow, and looked the woman up and down: "Is your dad's Langchi Building Materials a bit too idle lately? Do you need me to find some tax-related 'fun,' or maybe go through the quality inspection reports of that batch of building materials you had a while ago to liven things up for him?"
Zhou Shiye spoke in a slow and deliberate tone, as if he were discussing the weather.
But the woman's face turned deathly pale instantly.
Her lips trembled, and she could barely speak: "Yes, I'm sorry, Attorney Zhou, I was wrong."
Then she casually picked up the red wine from the tray next to her, flicked her wrist, and spilled it all over herself. She gave an awkward, ingratiating smile and turned to leave.
Zhou Shiye chuckled, then turned to Zhou Yingchen, his tone casual: "Brother, my sister's clothes are dirty, I'll take her to change."
He called her "little sister," but the rising intonation at the end of his voice was full of mockery.
After speaking, Zhou Shiye didn't give Wen Yu a chance to react. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the lounge.
Wen Yu's wrist ached from being gripped so tightly, but she dared not utter a sound. She could only be half-dragged and half-pulled back to that suffocating lounge by Zhou Shiye.
On her way back to the lounge, she felt Zhou Yingchen's gaze fixed on her from behind, a gaze that must have been icy and chilling.
Soon, Wen Yu was pulled back to the lounge by Zhou Shiye.
The door slammed shut, immediately isolating the outside world.
Zhou Shiye slammed Wen Yu into the middle of the room. She staggered and almost fell.
The next second, Zhou Shiye's gaze fell on the glaring wine stain on Wen Yu's chest, and his eyes darkened.
Then he grabbed her collar, which was soaked with wine, and yanked it sharply.
With a piercing sound, the expensive fabric on Wen Yu's body was torn apart.
A chill instantly assaulted her exposed skin, and she was only wearing a thin slip dress underneath, revealing a glimpse of her skin.
"ah."
Wen Yu let out a soft scream, hugging herself tightly. Shame and fear made her tremble all over.
But Zhou Shiye seemed oblivious to her panic, and picked Wen Yu up and slammed her down on the cool floor above the dressing table.
The man placed his hands on either side of Wen Yu's body, his excessively handsome and flamboyant face approaching with interest, a terrifying emotion churning in his deep eyes.
Then he leaned closer and gently bit Wen Yu's earlobe with his warm lips.
Wen Yu trembled with fear.
But,
"Why are you shaking? Weren't you being quite well-behaved next to my brother just now?"
Zhou Shiye's voice was low and husky as he breathed into Wen Yu's ear, filled with a burning malice: "Be proactive, kiss me."
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