Chapter Eighteen: Don’t You Think It’s Too Ostentatious?

Her hesitant yet inviting resistance only deepened the passion in Fu Yanchi’s eyes. He skillfully pried open her clenched teeth, beginning his conquest with fervent tenderness, the scene blazing with heat and intimacy.

Luo Yunmian was kissed until her whole body tingled, her head spinning dizzily. When she finally went weak and could no longer stand, it was he who steadied her.

She was like a blank canvas, slowly infused with vivid colors under Fu Yanchi’s guidance. Gradually, she forgot to resist, instinctively returning his kiss.

She supposed it was the dopamine triggering a chain reaction.

The woman’s figure was exquisitely shaped in her cheongsam, the high slit revealing her long, snow-white legs. Fu Yanchi’s warm hand lifted the hem of her dress, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.

Numb from the alcohol, her mind foggy and lost, Luo Yunmian allowed Fu Yanchi’s wandering hands to roam between her thighs. As he lifted her leg effortlessly, their eyes met—entwined in a breathless, lingering gaze.

Fu Yanchi’s restless heart was laid bare.

In just one encounter, he knew Luo Yunmian’s body as if it were his own, aware of every sensitive spot.

Until a familiar name echoed clearly from next door.

The single word “Tingshen” struck Luo Yunmian like an electric shock. Her entire body stiffened abruptly, her consciousness breaking free from the haze, fully alert.

She pressed both hands firmly against Fu Yanchi’s chest, leaning back slightly, her chest heaving rapidly as she gasped for air.

Her gaze shifted to the person before her—dressed casually in a jacket and jeans, youthful in appearance. For a moment, she felt utterly confused, unable to distinguish between the man before her and the one in her heart.

She felt utterly despicable. The obsession in her heart, upon hearing that name, was ripped apart, raw and bleeding.

Fu Yanchi looked at her, their previous passionate kiss now a distant memory. But the mere mention of his brother’s name from next door transformed her instantly—her body bristled with invisible spikes, radiating a chilling coldness that kept others at bay.

A wave of frustration surged within Fu Yanchi, a helplessness pounding against him.

In the silence between them, their breaths faltered slightly as the voices from next door seeped into their ears.

Whether by chance or fate, the familiar voice seemed magnified, every word crystal clear.

“Tingshen, do you remember what you did to me in the school bathroom back in college?”

“Of course I remember.”

The crude words made Fu Yanchi notice the paleness draining from Luo Yunmian’s face.

Then came a coquettish voice: “So, who’s prettier—me or Miss Luo?”

After a long pause, Fu Tingshen finally responded softly, “You both have your merits, but my heart belongs to you.”

No sooner had the words fallen than sounds of clothing being hastily removed, buttons undone, and belts loosened came from next door. Clearly, they were about to—inside the bathroom.

Tears betrayed Luo Yunmian and spilled down her cheeks.

She bitterly tugged at the corner of her mouth.

She truly was pathetic.

Just moments ago, she nearly lost control with his brother, and now she had to listen to her boyfriend entangled with another woman next door. Fate seemed to mock her, always forcing her to witness such scenes.

But what about the places she could not see?

Though she had vowed to let go and move on after that night, why did her heart still ache?

This feeling made her despise herself so deeply that her mouth opened and closed, but no sound emerged.

Fu Yanchi seemed to see through her turmoil. He stepped closer and gently pulled her into his embrace.

At this moment, the playful demeanor vanished, replaced by tender warmth and soothing affection.

In a calm, comforting whisper near her ear, he said, “Sister Mianmian, this isn’t your fault. Don’t belittle yourself like this.”

Luo Yunmian looked up in surprise and met his deep eyes reflecting her image.

His gaze was filled with her—and a hint of loneliness.

She wanted to push his hand away but suddenly gave up.

Just then, the woman’s sultry breathing from next door ceased, replaced by an alluring voice:

“Tingshen, why don’t we get a suite upstairs? It’s too cramped here.”

After a brief silence, the man replied, “Alright, I’ll show you how I’ll take care of you once we’re upstairs.”

Then came the sounds of them dressing and the door opening and closing.

Luo Yunmian, leaning against the wall, fumbled nervously into her bag for her phone.

Her trembling hand swiped to Zhuang Bo’s contact, and Fu Yanchi finally understood her intention.

He took the phone from her, supported her with one hand, and pressed the voice button.

“Hello, Miss Luo.”

Zhuang Bo’s voice came through the speaker.

“It’s me. My brother and that other woman are at the Glamour Bar now. The rest is up to you.”

“No way? What a coincidence!”

“They went to check in to a hotel, so you’d better hurry.”

Fu Yanchi hung up and slipped the phone back into Luo Yunmian’s bag, then looked into her bright, curious eyes.

He chuckled lowly, shifting instantly from the cold, decisive youth who had just spoken into a gentle, soft-spoken companion.

Luo Yunmian barely caught how naturally he transformed.

“Sister Mianmian, what do you want to ask?”

“Is your friend really that amazing?”

Luo Yunmian’s voice still trembled with tears and a hint of coquettishness—whether from their earlier intense kiss or the heartbreak caused by Fu Tingshen’s actions next door, perhaps both.

“He’s a top hacker. He’s got all sorts of tricks. I’ll take you to him.”

Fu Yanchi took off his jacket and draped it over Luo Yunmian’s shoulders.

“Sister Mianmian, what should we do? I really want to hide you away.”

His voice carried a touch of grievance and jealousy.

Luo Yunmian was momentarily stunned, not quite understanding his words.

Then she heard him add, “But Sister Mianmian looks so good in a cheongsam; you should wear it more often.”

“Don’t you think it’s too flashy?”

Fu Yanchi seemed to consider her question seriously, his gaze admiring her from head to toe.

“Sister Mianmian looks best in a cheongsam. You have every right to be flashy.”

The words “every right to be flashy” brushed her heart like a feather, stirring a gentle warmth.

Before she could fully register it, he took her hand and opened the bathroom door.

Luo Yunmian felt as if she had lost her soul, letting him hold her hand as they stepped through the dim corridor.

She looked up at his tall figure leading the way, guiding her toward the warm, bright light spilling from the elevator ahead.

Even years later, she would involuntarily recall that backlit youth who had pulled her from the whirlpool.

The elevator doors opened to reveal four or five intoxicated men and women inside.

Fu Yanchi led her a few steps in, and as the doors closed, the tipsy crowd began kissing each other without restraint.

Luo Yunmian stood awkwardly against the wall, a faint blush on her face.

Fu Yanchi noticed immediately. He moved to shield her view, and a soft, soothing voice floated from above.

“Don’t listen, don’t look.”

Thankfully, the crowd soon exited the elevator, allowing Luo Yunmian’s tense nerves to relax.

With a ding, Fu Yanchi stepped out first, glancing back at Luo Yunmian, who was still frozen in place, feeling slightly uneasy.

The light in his eyes deepened as he reached out and pulled her hand, leading her down the hotel corridor.