It depends on the lingering resentment and fantasies in her heart.
Her mind never stopped working.
Which way?
When are you leaving?
Can Ruan Xi be relied upon?
What time is the handover time for the bodyguards downstairs?
She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling when suddenly a faint, rustling sound broke the silence of the night.
"Click".
The doorknob clicked softly, and the door was gently pushed open, letting in a light breeze.
Chu Wuyang tensed up instantly, turned over and sat up.
Turn on the room lights.
He grabbed his coat from the bedside, put it on, and walked to the door with a cold expression, his movements swift and decisive.
The moment the door opened, she immediately scolded in a low voice.
“Zhou Heng, I already told you about your free entry and exit from my room yesterday. What, are you going back on your word now?”
A wary look appeared in her eyes.
Thinking back to yesterday when I had just showered and dried my hair,
She turned around and saw him standing in her room without warning—even trying to blow-dry her hair.
She refused decisively in that scene.
But now, coming to her room in the dead of night, even a ghost wouldn't believe he doesn't have ulterior motives!
Her tone was cold and sharp.
"I'm warning you, Ruan Xi is right next door. If you dare to move, I'll yell, and she'll definitely hear me!"
Zhou Heng looked at her tense, almost explosive defensive posture.
He chuckled softly and raised his hands to indicate that he was harmless.
His voice was low, husky, and gentle.
"Don't be nervous. I told you, I won't touch you without your permission."
He paused, then added, his tone carrying a calm helplessness that sent a chill down Chu Wuyang's spine.
"However—if I really wanted to do something, even if you screamed your lungs out, no one would come to save you."
Chu Wuyang paused, a fleeting unease crossing her eyes.
Her threat against Ruan Xi wasn't very effective, but it was the only useful method she could think of at the moment.
If Zhou Heng truly unleashes his beastly nature, he can still stall for time!
But no matter what, she had to protect herself first before Jingmin arrived.
When men take a hard line, women are destined to suffer.
Instead of a head-on confrontation, it's better to use their strength against them.
Being a little softer is also a strategy.
She quickly calmed down.
"I believe you won't."
She spoke with certainty not because she believed in his character, but because—she was using bait.
She knew that men would appreciate her "trust".
Moreover, they were quite confident that Jingmin wouldn't be able to find them under Old Master Jin's protection.
So he will become patient and treat her "aloofness" as a little romance!
Sure enough, the word "believe" softened Zhou Heng's expression.
Trust means getting closer.
Since she's willing to get closer, isn't it just a matter of time before she "accepts" him?
He nodded, his tone light and cheerful.
"Don't worry, I will never go back on my promise."
He paused, then explained his offensive behavior.
"I was just worried you weren't feeling well because you didn't eat much tonight."
Chu Wuyang didn't say anything, and simply closed the door.
Feeling uneasy, he locked the door again.
He turned and leaned against the door, his brows furrowed.
I don't know if it was just her imagination.
Was there a flash of light in the half-second it took her to close the door?
Like the light from a camera shutter?
I didn't think much of it, assuming it was just routine surveillance at the villa.
But what she didn't know was that,
The shutter clicked in that instant, capturing the moment she opened the door, her pajamas slightly disheveled, her breathing ragged—
Coupled with the marks on the headboard, the unfinished red wine on the coffee table, and Zhou Heng's back view,
Those shots, as captured by the lens, became a kind of ambiguous and misplaced "evidence".
She would never know,
The footage from that night has already been quietly transmitted elsewhere.
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