Chapter 21

Chapter 21

No, not just wanting to kiss her.

He also wanted to have her.

The saying that “business is like a battlefield” is quite fitting—when negotiating deals, all kinds of beautiful women are often arranged at the dining table.

When men drink too much, it’s easy for them to act on impulse under the temptation of female beauty.

But Yan Huai had always been restrained in such matters. His dining table did not allow irrelevant women.

There had once been a business partner who tried to send women to his side. Yan Huai didn’t say a single word expressing dislike that day, but after the dinner ended, he directly handed the deal to that company’s rival.

He never liked warning people before acting. He was always direct, striking without warning and catching the other side off guard.

After that incident spread, women disappeared from all his business dinners.

Over time, Yan Huai even began to doubt whether he truly had any needs at all.

Cheng Yan had brought it up more than once or twice, but he couldn’t be bothered to respond.

Later, after meeting He Wei, Yan Huai finally understood that he did, in fact, have needs.

He had an extremely intense need for He Wei.

So the first time he saw He Wei, he dreamed of doing that kind of thing with her—even when she was still his younger brother’s girlfriend.

Yan Huai also felt that his morality had completely collapsed, but he couldn’t control it.

Later, when He Wei had a wardrobe malfunction on set and her clothes slipped, Yan Huai clearly saw the mole on her chest—it perfectly matched the woman in his dream, ambiguous and seductive.

He became increasingly restless. At the moment he fastened her buttons, what he was thinking was that one day, he would strip every piece of clothing off He Wei.

That day, Yan Huai left the set early and drove almost recklessly back home, taking a cold shower to extinguish the fire.

The initial reason Yan Huai paid attention to He Wei was extremely simple—it began with the most primal desire. He wanted to see her writhing beneath him in pleasure, and also wanted to see her softly crying and saying “no.”

He wanted to perfectly recreate every scene from his dreams.

From the first time he saw He Wei, he wanted her.

And only wanted her.

So when Cheng Yan asked whether he wanted to help He Wei get revenge, Yan Huai refused without the slightest hesitation.

Just a little white rabbit.

He wasn’t a teenager anymore; he knew how to restrain his sexual impulses.

But as they met more and more often, he realized He Wei was not a harmless little white rabbit at all. She was far too changeable—more like a little cat that could extend its claws at any moment.

It was just that she never dared to extend them toward him.

Yan Huai didn’t know why He Wei was afraid of him. He only knew that every time she clearly felt fear but still forced herself to stay calm in front of him, that look of hers was seducing him every second, every moment.

He didn’t care whether He Wei did it intentionally or not.

Yan Huai thought, unreasonably, that since she had seduced him, she had to take responsibility for it.

But He Wei didn’t know any of this—just as she never knew that every time Yan Huai saw her cautious, restrained gaze, something inside him would become restless and eager.

He never denied the viciousness within himself, just as he never restrained his desire for He Wei.

But he still tried his best to conceal it.

What morality collapsing means is not important; what mattered most to him was that he was afraid of scaring He Wei.

He had endured it until now, and then the moment he saw He Wei with her delicate brows slightly furrowed and tears about to fall, he suddenly no longer wanted to endure.

Yan Huai’s voice became even lower and hoarser. “Just a kiss, hmm?”

He Wei had only felt wronged just now, but now she was almost about to cry from fear.

Yan Huai was clearly much gentler toward her than in her previous life, but she was still afraid.

There was no way not to be afraid. That night in her previous life was etched deeply into her memory.

The man in front of her—even if he looked ascetic and self-restrained—could not hide the fact that he was a beast who had overindulged in desire—

Yan Huai had taken her too fiercely that night.

Although it didn’t last long, He Wei could clearly feel pain in every part of her body.

The moment he entered her, she even suspected that even if she hadn’t been forced to reset by a failed mission, she might still have been killed by him on the bed.

No—maybe she really was killed by him on the bed.

He Wei trembled uncontrollably. Whether it was from the cold or from fear, she couldn’t stop her tears; large drops kept falling.

She quickly reached up to wipe them away, offering a clumsy, unnecessary explanation: “I’m not crying.”

Yan Huai said nothing. His eyes were dark and deep, while a burning, intense color slowly began to churn within them.

He Wei wanted to hold back her tears, but she wasn’t acting right now—there was no way she could control it so easily.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Huai suddenly leaned closer. The man’s warm breath was right in front of her face. He Wei hesitated for a few seconds between pushing him away and not pushing him away, and another large tear rolled down.

In the next moment, the man who should have kissed her turned his face slightly away instead, letting out a low chuckle. He lifted his fingers and wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes. “Then don’t cry, baby.”

He Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief, her shoulders slightly slumping.

The string in her head snapped abruptly, and she didn’t even notice Yan Huai’s “baby.”

He Wei closed her eyes. After a few seconds, she whispered, “It’s very cold outside…”

It really was cold—her hands and feet were already numb.

Yan Huai gave a soft “mm.” “We’ll go in now.”

He Wei quickly bent down, just as she hooked the high heels she had placed aside with her fingers, her wrist was suddenly grasped.

Was this unpredictable man going to change his mind again?

He Wei froze, then looked up.

Yan Huai was almost kneeling on one knee. He lowered his head slightly and opened a box.

He Wei’s gaze dropped, finally noticing the shoes inside the box.

They were also silver, even similar in style to the pair she was holding. The only difference was flat versus high heels.

Yan Huai lifted his eyes slightly. “Put them on yourself, or—”

“I’ll put them on myself.”

He Wei quickly took the shoes and bent down to put them on.

The sole was very soft, the size fit perfectly, and it felt very comfortable to wear. He Wei’s lips subconsciously curved a little.

Yan Huai’s gaze was still fixed on her face. His eyes grew darker, and the curve of his lips could almost be described as gentle. He stood up. “Let’s go in.”

He Wei stood up and pulled the suit jacket tighter around herself.

Just as she was about to walk forward, her shoulder was lightly held. He Wei struggled once, but couldn’t break free.

Then forget it.

Maybe later, once she went in, she might run into someone lucky enough that Yan Huai would notice her because of it.

He Wei had been frozen from the cold for a long time. At this moment, she also wanted to take a shortcut and reward herself a little.

She obediently let him hold her. Yan Huai, however, was slightly surprised. “Not struggling anymore?”

He Wei: “It’s cold.”

As she spoke, the two had already entered the hotel interior from the entrance.

He Wei glanced at the cameras everywhere. Before she could even step out of Yan Huai’s arms, he had already let go first.

Someone ahead came out from the restroom. They had originally been heading back to the main hall, but when they turned and saw the two of them, they stopped in their tracks and instead walked over: “President Yan, you’re here too? And this beautiful young lady is…”

He Wei had no place to interrupt; the question was directed at Yan Huai.

She turned her head slightly. The man’s phoenix eyes were half-lidded, his expression cold, lips curved in a faint, ambiguous smile as he gave a casual answer: “My younger sister.”

He Wei: “……”

“So she’s your younger sister…”

The man looked left and right but couldn’t find any resemblance between them. But since Yan Huai said she was his sister, then she must be his sister. He smiled and casually asked, “President Yan’s sister looks a bit familiar to me. What does she do?”

Yan Huai glanced at He Wei.

This man was someone clearly favored by the heavens—his features refined and flawless, even his jawline looked as if it had been carefully carved.

No wonder the system had introduced him with just a simple “handsome and good-looking.”

It must be that the author was at a loss for words and couldn’t think of any other adjectives.

He Wei felt the original author was sick in the head, and the original female lead was also seriously ill in the head—otherwise why would she abandon so many high-quality male supporting characters just to suffer and die over a scumbag?

She spaced out for a few seconds. Only when the man opposite coughed did she respond: “An actor.”

The man’s smile deepened. Right in front of Yan Huai, he tried to curry favor: “Our company still hasn’t finalized a spokesperson for a diamond ring line. Would the young lady be interested in trying?”

As he spoke, he already handed over his business card. Without waiting for her answer, he nodded to Yan Huai and then turned back toward the main hall.

He Wei looked at the line on the business card.

Fairy Jewelry.

A well-known brand that had been expanding internationally in recent years.

Yan Huai looked down at her. “Want to give it a try?”

He Wei put the business card away, still thinking about how to answer, when Yan Huai glanced at his watch. “I’ve been out for quite a while. I’ll head back first.”

He was afraid that if they returned together later, He Wei would be pointed at and whispered about behind her back.

He Wei nodded.

Yan Huai lifted his foot to leave, but after only a few steps, he suddenly returned to her side. He lowered his head slightly and spoke into her ear: “You looked very beautiful today.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and this time did not look back again.

He Wei’s entire body nearly went weak.

Yan Huai’s voice still seemed to linger in her ear—low, deep, very pleasant and unusually gentle.

But He Wei knew all of it was an illusion.

Men were just hypocritical!

No matter how gentle they were off the bed, once they coaxed you onto it, they would want to screw you to death!

He Wei had already seen through Yan Huai’s true nature. Only after he walked far away did she whisper: “Beast.”

At the same time, downstairs in a certain suite.

As soon as Song Zhenzhen pushed the door open and entered, a man’s voice rang out: “Has He He gone back by now?”

He had drunk quite a lot tonight. Earlier, when he saw He Wei chatting with Su Mu, he couldn’t resist Song Zhenzhen’s instigation, and under the excuse of being drunk, he called her out to test her.

When Song Zhenzhen sent over a photo of He Wei on the balcony just now, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He liked He Wei, and even after breaking up, he naturally still hoped that He Wei liked him too.

Song Zhenzhen smiled. Thinking of how nervous He Wei looked when she closed the door earlier, she felt even more satisfied. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Yan Chen. “Young Master Chen, don’t talk about other women at a time like this…”

The room fell silent again, leaving only the sounds of male and female breathing and moaning—an atmosphere of pure indecency.

That night, He Wei dreamed that Yan Chen had his “little brother” cut off.

The next morning, she almost laughed herself awake in her dream. When she opened her eyes, it was once again the simple white ceiling of her small apartment.

He Wei sighed. She had a scene in the afternoon, so she wasn’t in a hurry to get up. Pulling at her blanket, she tentatively called out to the system: “Sweetie?”

“I-I’m here.”

“When will Yan Chen’s favorability stop dropping no matter what I do?”

“When it reaches eighty-five, host, then nothing you do will affect the favorability anymore. Or there’s another way…”

He Wei: “Say it.”

“When the host gets a new boyfriend.”

He Wei: “……”

After a few seconds, she asked: “Does online dating count?”

Fifteen minutes later, while driving, Cheng Yan received a WeChat message from someone nearby—

“Handsome guy, want to online date? I’m super sweet!”

Cheng Yan tossed his phone to the passenger seat and said, “See? Bro’s charm is irresistible.”