Chapter Four: Do You Desire Me?

“Brother, is something wrong?”

Fu Yanchi hadn’t expected that even after Fu Tingshen’s entanglement with his first love, he would still be standing alone in the backyard garden.

He wore loose loungewear, his hair damp and casually tousled from a recent shower, strands clinging to his forehead and cheeks, lending him a lazy, carefree air.

A cigarette dangled between his fingers as he drew deeply, the smoke curling slowly into the night.

“Have you seen Yunmian? She’s not answering her phone.”

The irony was sharp—just moments ago, Fu Tingshen had been tangled with his first love, yet now he was concerned about her.

“Brother, why do you think I’d know where Yunmian is?”

“Because she’s your girlfriend. Shouldn’t you know best?”

Fu Yanchi’s tone brimmed with disdain.

Being questioned like that by his younger brother bruised Fu Tingshen’s pride, and his expression darkened slightly.

“Forget it. I’ll ask her tomorrow.”

He stubbed out the cigarette, turning to leave.

“Brother, do you love Yunmian?” Fu Yanchi called after him.

Fu Tingshen’s back stiffened noticeably.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because Yunmian is a good girl, and I don’t want you to hurt her.”

“Hm. She’s a great work partner and would make a fine wife.”

With his back to Fu Yanchi, he couldn’t see the fleeting, inscrutable gleam in his brother’s eyes.

So, he did not love her.

He didn’t love her, yet he still manipulated her.

The young man drew in a deep breath, swallowing his anger before stepping forward and delivering a sharp slap across Fu Tingshen’s face.

———

Fu Yanchi knew that right now, what Luo Yunmian hated most was probably seeing him. He had orchestrated all of this as soon as he returned to the country.

Now, he stood beneath her window, staring at the darkened panes for a long time.

Back in his own villa bedroom, the door was ajar.

He pushed it open cautiously, eyes sweeping the dimly lit room.

In the next instant, he saw the woman who should have been at home standing quietly in the entranceway, the faint yellow light too dim to reveal her expression.

He stepped forward, bending down to rest a hand on her shoulder, leaning close enough to catch the scent of red wine on her.

“Yunmian, are you alright?”

Just as Fu Yanchi reached to switch on the light, she grabbed his hand.

He looked at her in surprise. The girl had shed her coat and now wore a pink silk camisole dress.

His spine stiffened, as if frozen in place.

His gaze fixed on the rise and fall of her chest, trembling with nervousness.

Luo Yunmian looked up at the boy who had secretly loved her since childhood and asked, “Do you want me?”

Startled, Fu Yanchi instinctively stepped forward, his tall figure instantly enveloping her.

He bent slightly, hands resting on her slender waist, lifting her gently onto the entrance cabinet.

His eyes darkened as his fingers traced her lips.

“Yunmian, you’re breaking the rules.”

“If you don’t want to, I’ll go find someone else…” Before she could finish, his lips silenced her.

Only then did she realize how burning his kiss was.

Watching her face resolute as if ready to face death, he couldn’t help but feel both amused and exasperated.

Though he knew she was probably taking revenge on Fu Tingshen, whose heart was as cold as stone, he welcomed it gladly, willing to be used by her.

The sudden movement made Luo Yunmian’s heart clench tightly. She accidentally knocked something over on the cabinet with a loud clatter.

Fu Tingshen, passing by the door, stopped and called through the half-open door, “Yanchi, are you alright?”

Luo Yunmian felt as if caught in a compromising act, her grip tightening on Fu Yanchi’s collar.

Her warm breath whispered in his ear.

“Let him go.”

Fu Tingshen approached, about to push the door open, but Fu Yanchi pulled his coat, stepping sideways to shield Luo Yunmian in his embrace.

She heard his strong heartbeat thudding against her chest, which responded in kind.

“Brother, I’m going to sleep. I just knocked over a cup.”

She then reached out to close and lock the door.

Only after hearing the footsteps fade did the woman in his arms visibly relax.

“Shall we continue?”

Fu Yanchi’s voice came from above her, tinged with a hint of teasing.

Luo Yunmian lifted her eyes and pressed her lips clumsily to his.

His voice, husky and magnetic, held the innocence of youth with a touch of maturity.

He guided her patiently.

“Yunmian, when you kiss, open your mouth, and stick out your tongue…”

His strong hand cupped the back of her head, the other caressing her slender waist.

———

Luo Yunmian felt the world spin as her back sank into a soft, unfamiliar bed, the boy’s firm, heated body pressing down on her.

His possessive kiss traveled from her lips to her ear, lightly licking and nibbling as he measured the boundaries.

Her soft earlobe and the delicate curve of her neck became his alone to toy with.

Her trembling lashes betrayed the nervousness beating in her heart.

Fu Yanchi propped himself up on one arm, the other gently pinching her chin, compelling her gaze to meet his.

“Yunmian, the arrow is already on the string. There’s no turning back now.”

His hand wandered up from her waist, a skill men seemed born with.

She was soft as spring water, chin lifted high, that slender white neck inviting him…

Tonight stretched endlessly for the two of them.

What surprised Fu Yanchi most was that this was Yunmian’s first time.

Recalling her inexperienced kisses, his heart felt as if sweetened with honey.

Yunmian had given him her most precious first.

Though it felt like taking advantage, he was simply happy.

———

Luo Yunmian awoke at dawn to a shaft of sunlight streaming over her head.

But moving her body, she realized it felt as if she’d been run over by a truck—aching and weak.

Turning, she saw the sharp features of the boy beside her.

So she really had slept with her boyfriend’s younger brother to get revenge on Fu Tingshen. Luo Yunmian lightly pounded her own head.

Drinking had truly clouded her judgment last night.

In the end, she had become someone she despised. After her act of revenge, how would she face Fu Yanchi?

At twenty-six, she had never been so bold—not only betraying her own principles but also feeling a guilty thrill in her secret defiance.

Now, after everything, she felt overwhelmed by exhaustion, defeated and powerless.

Lifting the covers, she tried to get out of bed quietly but nearly stumbled as her legs gave way.

Steadying herself, she slipped on the high heels from the sofa and tiptoed toward the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror, she gasped at the sight—her neck and entire body were covered in dense hickeys left by the boy.

Her mind involuntarily replayed the madness of last night, and her body shuddered again.

Fu Yanchi’s physique was excellent—muscular and powerful, especially his hands, which had sent shivers across every inch of her skin.

The scene spiraled out of control, and under his relentless assault, she was overwhelmed, finally surrendering completely to his tender embrace.

The phone rang. Luo Yunmian glanced at the screen—it was Fu Tingshen.

Suddenly, she felt utterly drained.

Like a guilty thief, she closed the door before answering.