C14 Chapter 14

Hee Yu and Yan Jin left the hospital room and headed for the parking garage. In the elevator, Hee Yu looped both arms through Yan Jin’s and leaned against him like she belonged there.

Yan Zheng stood behind them, calmly looking away. He’d seen scenes like this plenty of times—just not with any woman daring to cling to Director Yan like that. That wasn’t even the main thing. The main thing was that Director Yan actually allowed it. He didn’t push Hee Yu away.

They soon reached the parking garage.

“I’ll get the car.” Fed up with the weird vibe, Yan Zheng practically fled to pull the car around.

As soon as they got inside, Yan Jin shook Hee Yu off and sat by himself.

While driving, Yan Zheng thought, There he is—Director Yan. What happened earlier had to be my imagination.

He glanced at Hee Yu in the rearview mirror. She looked like she was waiting for praise.

“I helped you, so you should give me a little reward,” Hee Yu said, putting on a sweet, ingratiating smile.

Yan Jin looked at her long fingers—defined knuckles, neatly trimmed nails—then lifted her smooth chin. His voice dropped low and rich, the kind that could make any woman melt.

This woman wants a reward? Yan Jin thought, amused. Let’s see what you’re really after.

“I want an investment—the South Ridge property.”

“An investment? In a cemetery?” Yan Jin let out a cold, mocking laugh.

“Oh, stop. It’s prime real estate,” Hee Yu said, pouting.

Yan Jin’s expression turned unreadable, icy.

“Come here.” His cold voice filled the car.

Hee Yu leaned in slowly, but just as she got close, Yan Jin ordered again in a voice sharp enough to freeze the air.

“Sit over here.”

In the back of her mind, one thought flashed: In the car? Seriously—he’s into that? Still, she did as he said and moved over.

After she sat down, Hee Yu boldly reached for his belt, ready to unbuckle it. After all, as his wife, taking care of her man was part of the job.

Just then, Yan Jin spoke up, disgust in his voice.

“So you’ll do anything for money?” His cold, sharp face stayed unreadable, but his brows pulled tight.

Hee Yu hadn’t expected him to be that blunt. The words slipped out before she could stop them.

“Yeah. So what?”

It startled Yan Zheng in the driver’s seat. A moment later, his voice came through the intercom inside the cabin.

“Keep driving,” Yan Jin said flatly.

“If you’ll do anything for money, then do your job as my wife.” Yan Jin shoved Hee Yu back into the seat, yanked at her clothes, and kissed her with rough, hungry force.

Hee Yu felt like a small boat caught in a storm, tossed up and down by the waves. Under Yan Jin’s touch, her thoughts scattered until she barely felt like she was in her own body. She fought to hold on to a shred of clarity, but it was like he could see right through her—his hands only grew more relentless.

A soft, breathy moan slipped from her full lips and drifted through the cabin, the sound a cruel testament to how hard he was pushing her.

The only thing Hee Yu could be grateful for was that she’d raised the privacy glass when she got in. Otherwise, she didn’t know how she’d ever look Yan Zheng in the eye tomorrow.

“You’re still getting distracted?” Yan Jin’s voice dropped. “Guess I’m not trying hard enough.”

Then he drove into her with a force she couldn’t take. Hee Yu cried out.

Yan Jin seemed pleased by the reaction, keeping her on edge again and again.

And in the end, Hee Yu couldn’t hold out any longer. She sank into the rushing tide of desire, swept under and unable to pull herself back.

Yan Jin’s villa.

Morning sunlight fought its way through the curtains and finally spilled across the bed, landing on the graceful figure curled there. She seemed to feel the intrusion, blinking awake reluctantly. The faint redness around her eyes was proof of what Yan Jin had done to her last night.

“Mmm…” A hoarse little sound escaped her—another reminder of how intense it had been. She pushed herself up, a slight crease forming between her brows.

“Seriously? No mercy at all. You don’t know how to treat a woman gently.” Seeing the bruises all over her body, Hee Yu let out a bitter laugh and looked around.

“He definitely won’t be here.” Even though the answer she already knew had been confirmed, her heart still rippled a little.

Hee Yu didn’t realize that the moment this man got her out of jail, she’d already started feeling something different toward him. She just refused to look too closely, choosing to ignore it on purpose.

She turned and spotted a sheet of paper on the nightstand. Hee Yu reached out and picked it up.

*Nanshan Cemetery Deed Transfer Agreement*—the bold title was unmistakable.

She flipped it open. Inside, it clearly stated that ownership of Nanshan Cemetery had been transferred to her.

The Yan Family really did move fast—Hee Yu couldn’t help marveling again. She knew her first step of revenge was complete: she’d gotten back the burial plot where her mother rested.

The door opened. Yan Jin walked in.

“Do you have some kind of exhibitionist streak?” Hee Yu recognized his voice instantly. She didn’t even need to look up to picture his expression.

“Fifteen minutes. Be in the dining room. If you’re late, I’ll take Nanshan back.” With that, he turned and left.

“Hey—fifteen minutes isn’t enough!”

“Ten minutes.” A voice drifted from somewhere down the hall, long after he was out of sight.

Hee Yu clenched her teeth. When you’re under someone else’s roof, you don’t get to be picky.

At the top of the stairs, a graceful figure appeared—one hand braced at her waist, the other on the railing—as she slowly made her way down. It was Hee Yu.

“Latte. Sandwich.” She ordered breakfast casually, even though it was basically lunch by now.

“Kitten, you’re past the fifteen-minute mark.”

Hee Yu froze, staring at the coffee spread across the table.

“What a shame. I should’ve treated you to a spa—how about a coffee spa? Bet you’ve never had that before, Mr. Jiaang.” Jiaang Mingyi’s mouth twitched.

“You’re no fun. Keep acting like that and nobody’s going to love you.” Thinking about the bet he’d just made with his buddy, Jiaang Mingyi could only sigh and purse his lips.

“Sir, Miss Hee is here to see you,” Butler Lin’s voice called from outside.

“What does she want?”

Before Yan Jin could say anything, Hee Yu spoke first.

“She’s here to see your wife.”

Even without a formal wedding, the butler still showed the proper respect—and it was obvious Yan Jin had allowed it. Thinking about it, Yan Jin couldn’t help but figure that if they didn’t need a wedding, they still needed something for appearances—some excuse the public would accept, like taking a trip.

“Hee Yu, we’re going on our honeymoon tomorrow.”

Hee Yu was caught completely off guard. Hee Yimo, who was walking in, froze too—once again forced to watch them be all lovey-dovey. She stood there until the butler prompted her, and only then did she continue inside.

Hee Yu stared at him, silently asking why this was so sudden.

“We’re already married. Even without a wedding, I should still take you somewhere. I’ve already booked everything—Bali.”

Hearing that, Hee Yimo scoffed to herself. Why did someone like her get that? What made her so special?