Chapter 75: This Time, Trouble Really Struck

Song Yalan lowered her head in shame, not daring to meet Chu Fei’s eyes.

So many things, once done for the first time, would inevitably happen a second and third time. Song Yalan knew from the very beginning that what lay between them was a mistake.

Rationality told her she had to end this unhealthy entanglement; that, above all else, was paramount for her.

She raised her head again, meeting Chu Fei’s gaze with a newfound determination in her eyes.

“Do as you like—it doesn’t matter. But this is the last time!”

“How far are you willing to go?” Chu Fei looked at her with a playful glint.

His dark, bright eyes set her nerves aflame. To speak shamelessly, Chu Fei’s looks alone—if he dressed up a little—could make countless young women swoon on the street. Thinking of it that way, she wasn’t necessarily at a loss.

Besides, Chu Fei had saved her once again tonight.

So she convinced herself to see it as repayment. After tonight, there would be no debts left between them.

Song Yalan bit her lip lightly. “Do I have the right to refuse?”

“You do. I never force anyone,” Chu Fei lied, eyes wide open.

Song Yalan muttered resentfully, “Doesn’t your conscience hurt when you say that?”

“Do you even have a conscience?” Chu Fei patted the seat next to him, his tone bold. “Come here, let me see if you do!”

It’s not like he hasn’t seen it before, she grumbled inwardly, but still sat down, a bit awkwardly. At this point, she had lost all say; the initiative was entirely in Chu Fei’s hands.

Chu Fei looked her up and down, raising his eyebrows. He watched as the tips of her ears turned visibly crimson, and couldn’t help but find it amusing. How had this suddenly turned into a pure romance?

He pulled her slender waist into his arms, whispering softly in her ear, “Why’re you wearing so much in this heat? Is something weighing on your heart?”

His breath was growing hotter, and Song Yalan felt her own anxiety mount. She clenched her fists, her voice taking on a husky, ambiguous tone, “Then should I wear less?”

The words slipped out, and she instantly wanted to slap herself.

—What am I doing? Why am I saying such embarrassing things to the very man I wanted to kill just minutes ago?

“Leave that to me,” Chu Fei replied, making a move with his hands.

Song Yalan quickly grabbed his hand, her expression grave.

“This really is the last time. After tonight, I never want you in my life again!”

“To be my woman, I decide when it ends,” Chu Fei refused her request domineeringly.

After that round of verbal sparring, they fell into another. Amid their banter, Song Yalan suddenly looked seriously at Chu Fei.

“Wait, you have to promise me something first!”

“I’ve already taken off my pants, and you want to talk about this?”

“You have to promise me you won’t lay a finger on Guan Guan, or I won’t forgive you…!”

“I promise.”

Hearing his reply, Song Yalan finally felt at ease.

An hour later.

Chu Fei lay half-naked on the sofa, lighting a cigarette in the aftermath.

Song Yalan lay limp and breathless, staring at the ceiling. Chu Fei, however, spared no time to admire the view, instead getting up to dress. He could fall for a woman, but he’d never fall because of one.

She had said clearly this was the last time—then so be it. Unless she came to beg him herself, he could walk away without a backward glance.

Seeing him about to leave, Song Yalan pushed herself up, a trace of confusion and reluctant affection coloring her tone.

“You’re just leaving?”

Given what she knew of this rascal, this was nowhere near the end. She’d even braced herself for a last night of madness—yet here he was, leaving?

“Why does it feel like…”

Chu Fei cut straight to the point. “You’ve developed a taste for younger men and can’t stop?”

Song Yalan hastened to deny it. “I’m not, I haven’t, don’t talk nonsense!”

“Then let’s just say you haven’t.” Chu Fei stretched lazily. “Doesn’t matter. This really was the last time—I’m bored of it anyway.”

The last time?

She should have felt relieved, but for some reason, she didn’t—especially at the word “bored.”

“What do you mean by that? Explain yourself!” Song Yalan snapped, somewhat agitated.

Chu Fei chuckled. “Nothing at all. Wasn’t this your request? I agreed—why aren’t you happy?”

“Who says I’m not happy? I’m thrilled—ecstatic, in fact!” Song Yalan gritted her teeth. “At last I can be rid of you, you devil!”

“Get out. I never want to see you again!”

She thought, after shouting this, that Chu Fei would come back to teach her another lesson.

But he didn’t. He merely stubbed out his cigarette, waved at her, and said,

“If you ever run into trouble, you can always come to me. I don’t want to be accused of being heartless after getting what I want.”

With that, Chu Fei turned and left.

He truly showed not a shred of reluctance.

If nothing went amiss, Tan Yingyao would bring money to the Guan family tomorrow, helping them through their crisis. That would settle things between both sides.

After Chu Fei had been gone a while, Song Yalan wandered, dazed, into the bathroom.

Standing before the huge mirror, she scrutinized her figure, for the first time doubting herself.

“Just once? That’s too sharp a drop…”

“Could it be I’ve lost my charm? Is my waist getting thick, my hips not curvy enough?”

“Or was I not cooperative enough, so he got bored?”

Because of Chu Fei’s earlier indifference, she suddenly found fault with herself in every way.

Chu Fei may not have wielded a whip, but that lash had landed squarely on her soul.

…

At dawn.

Shen Miaoyu awoke from sleep, still groggy, reaching for her phone to check the time.

Instead of her phone, she heard a man’s voice.

“Hey!”

The sudden greeting nearly scared her to death.

She opened her eyes wide. A man lay beside her—it was Chu Fei.

“What’s going on here?!”

She remembered going to bed early the previous night. Had Chu Fei assaulted her in the night?

But she hadn’t felt a thing!

“What’s all the noise so early?” came a melodious female voice.

Shen Miaoyu’s confusion deepened. There was a third person?

Then, from behind Chu Fei, a woman sat up—Zhou Mi, voluptuous and alluring.

What was happening?

This was bad.

No exaggeration—this was truly, really bad!