Fu Shenxing's voice had become hoarse, trying to convey something unsaid.
He Yan stood there, took a few deep breaths, and then walked directly in front of Fu Shenxing. She squatted down under his gaze and silently reached out to unfasten his pants.
Relaxing back into the sofa, he looked at her with half-closed eyes, his dense eyelashes hiding all emotion. She did not look up either, but focused on unfastening his suit pants. The button was very small and slipped through her fingers, causing her to hold her breath. Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and she couldn't catch the button several times in a row.
He exerted a little force and lifted her to her feet, not allowing her to refuse.
Trembling, she took an aluminum foil packet from her coat pocket, but before she could open it, he snatched it from her and threw it aside. He forcefully seized her arms, lifting her onto the sofa. She bit her lip and said, "Mr. Fu, it would be better to take some precautions. Not only for me, but also for your own health, isn't it?"
"I don't like it," he petulantly refused, deftly removing her coat, leaving only her black dress on her, then leaned back on the sofa and began to push the hem of her skirt upward with his hands.
He was unusually patient, keeping his eyes fixed on her.
She didn't want to provoke him, nor did she want him to leave any marks on her again, so she complied. At last, he showed a satisfied expression on his face, resting his palm lightly on her waist.
"What else does he offer you?" he suddenly asked.
She froze for a moment, then calmly replied, "To be taken publicly by you."
The choice was to be taken by all the men present, or to be publicly taken by him. She chose the former because she found it less disgraceful. His hands involuntarily tightened around her waist, freezing halfway, and he coldly asked, "You think the first choice is better, don't you?"
His breathing seemed to calm down in an instant. She was disheartened at failing to provoke him, finding his reaction inexplicable. She couldn't help but coldly ask him, "Mr. Fu, can I interpret your reaction as jealousy? If I don't choose the first one, will you allow the second one? Will you be humiliated like that?"
Her words were calm and incisive, pressing. Suddenly, he realized that she had been calm and rational since she entered the room, with almost no emotional or physical fluctuation.
Fu Shenxing's lips curled into a cold smile as he abruptly stood up. He Yan could not help but exclaim and instinctively reached out to grab his shoulders to maintain her balance. He then carried her to the floor-to-ceiling window in large strides.
He pressed close to her, his teeth biting her ear, and asked maliciously, "Can people downstairs see us?"
The clear glass reflected the poses of the two people, and He Yan clenched her teeth.
Angry flames flickered in her pupils, seemingly jumping like two bright flames on the glass. She kept her eyes open, silent, unrepentant, staring at him fiercely, taking note of everything, firmly remembering the insult and injury she had suffered.
She hated this man, wishing she could tear him apart, peel his skin, eat his flesh, and drink his blood!
Locked in a staring contest with her through the mirror, he shook with fear, as if seeing fireworks exploding outside the window.
He released her from his restraint, took a step back and looked her over, clearly appearing extremely disheveled, but his expression was indifferent and calm, as if devoid of emotion. Her almost fierce stubbornness brought him great joy, but he couldn't help but hate her for this deadly stubbornness.
"I want something from Jiang," he said coldly, no longer paying attention to her, and turned to walk towards the bathroom.
But she suddenly asked, "Can I take the CD with me?"
Fu Shenxing paused for a moment, as if finding her ridiculous, a smile appearing at the corner of his lips. "Of course," he replied, "but this is only a copy, not the original disc."
"It's okay, I can still watch it," He Yan's legs were trembling, and she needed to lean on the glass window to stand up, without picking up the thin skirt on the floor, she walked to the sofa and picked up the coat he had stripped off earlier, wrapping it around her body, barefoot to get the CD.
Fu Shenxing was a bit puzzled for a moment, but he didn't intend to delve deeper into it, he mockingly raised his lips and said, "If you like, you can take more pictures next time."
"Thank you, not right now," she responded, carefully putting the CD in the coat pocket.
Jiang lived downstairs, and upon hearing her request, he still had an expressionless face, handing her a large garment bag containing her phone, wallet, and the clothes she needed the most.
He Yan remained calm as well, and when she took the garment bag, she even carefully checked the items inside. Seeing that nothing was missing, she thanked him lightly, "Thank you."
Jiang couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking at her as if she were a freak, feeling that this woman was either stupid or crazy.
He Yan didn't immediately change into the clothes, she simply put on her shoes, still wrapped in the borrowed coat, and left. Hua Jie was very reliable, she had been waiting downstairs the whole time and seeing He Yan walk out from the building, she quickly leaned in to open the car door for her, then looked at her carefully and asked softly, "Are you okay?"
He Yan didn't answer, after a few moments, she said, "I'm sorry, I dirtied your coat, I'll reimburse you for a new one later."
Hua Jie quickly said it was fine, hesitated for a moment, and said again, "To be honest, I can tell that you and our Mr. Fu are not the same kind of people. You don't mind that I'm dirty and are willing to wear this coat, I'm already very happy."
He Yan tugged at her lips, not saying anything.
Hua Jie noticed that there was nothing inside the coat and asked, "Or? Do you want to go to the back seat and change your clothes first?"
"No need," He Yan replied, "but I need to trouble you to take me to a budget hotel, I need to stay for a night."
Hua Jie naturally agreed and took her to a budget hotel.
When getting off the car, He Yan left her phone number with Hua Jie, and said, "Hua Jie, I am very grateful for the help you gave me tonight. If there's a chance, I will definitely repay you for this kindness. However, the situation between Mr. Fu and me is not what you imagine, you might be disappointed."
"Ah?" Her intentions were revealed just like that, Hua Jie felt embarrassed and quickly explained, "Miss He, I didn't mean any harm."
"I know, that's why I'm grateful," He Yan said.
She picked up the garment bag and entered the hotel to book a room. After cleaning herself thoroughly, she stood in front of the mirror and carefully examined herself. Except for the red marks on her neck, there were no obvious traces on her body, she felt somewhat grateful. She thought for a moment and kept pulling at her skin on the neck until it was all covered in redness, completely concealing the marks, and then she stopped.
The next morning, she first bought emergency contraceptives at the pharmacy, then drove to school, and called Liang Yuanze to complain, "Yuanze, I'm going to be tortured to death by them, why are students nowadays so troublesome? I remember we were all very well-behaved and never caused trouble for our teachers."
Liang Yuanze laughed and comforted her, "Don't worry, no matter what happens, take it slow, if you can't solve it, report it to the authorities and shift the trouble upwards."
"Can I not worry?" He Yan felt guilty and self-reproachful, but kept on lying, "I'm so worried that my throat hurts, can you remember to buy me some throat-clearing medicine when you go home?"
Liang Yuanze felt very sorry and bought several boxes of throat-clearing medicine when he got off work that evening, but when he saw the bruises on her neck, he was still very shocked, "How did you end up like this?"
He Ya threw herself in front of the mirror to check, and proudly said, "A colleague told me that doing so would relieve my anger. You won't believe it, it's really effective. My throat feels much better now than it did this morning."
"Stop acting foolishly!" Liang Yuanze couldn't help but scold her.
"It's nothing, just looks scary," she cuddled up to him and pouted, and then suddenly said, "Oh, Yuanze, remember to buy me a charger when you have time. The one at my office is broken, made my phone shut down due to low battery yesterday. It was such a hassle borrowing a charger from someone."
She patched up all the loopholes, her staying out all night was because of a student emergency, her phone shutting down all night was because of low battery, and the bruise on her neck had a reasonable explanation.
Liang Yuanze had no suspicion at all, as trusting her as always, even showing more pity. However, her overly enthusiastic affection gave him some doubts. While Liang Yuanze was enjoying the attention, he couldn't help but tease her, "Darling, what’s gotten into you lately? Do you want to devour me alive?"
He Yan hesitated for a moment, but quickly regained her composure, leaned close to his ear, and chuckled, "Maybe it's because I'm getting older, isn't it said that women are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty? I’m about to transform into a big bad wolf and devour you, the little lamb."
Naturally, he couldn't resist her provocation and threatened in a low voice, "Alright, let's see who the big bad wolf is and who the little lamb is, and who can devour who."
She hugged him tightly and murmured uncontrollably, "Yuanze, take me away, let's die together, okay?"
"Yes," he replied.