C7 Chapter 7

“Uh… I think I had a little too much to drink just now. I’m kinda buzzed,” one guy said, reading the room.

“Yeah. Didn’t feel it a minute ago, but now it’s all hitting me at once,” another man chimed in after catching that warning look.

One after another, they acted like they’d completely forgotten the punishment Hee Yu was supposed to face. Even the pretty-boy got dragged out by his date, who clapped a hand over his mouth and coaxed him along as they filed out of the private room.

Hee Yu braced her fingertips on the coffee table to keep herself steady, heat fogging her mind. She’d never imagined that three drinks could hit this hard.

Clinging to the last thread of clarity, she let out a soft, tipsy laugh. “Then I’ll go out too and sober up a bit.”

“Stop.” Yan Jin’s voice turned cold. “Take it off.”

So she still had to take it off—just not in front of everyone?

Hee Yu couldn’t help a weary sigh. She really hadn’t read Yan Jin right.

Fine. If he wanted to play it that way, she would too. She let herself fall back onto the couch. “Ohhh… my head’s spinning. I feel like… like I can’t even take it off…”

Her cheeks were flushed, more captivating than any makeup. With one button undone at her chest, a tempting glimpse showed—only making her harder to look away from.

In that moment, Yan Jin felt like there was a beast inside him, ready to break loose. A raw, unfamiliar urge drove him forward without hesitation—possessive, demanding.

His kiss was forceful and relentless, not a trace of gentleness in it as he took what was uniquely Hee Yu’s—her sweetness, her breath, her taste. For Yan Jin, who’d always kept women at arm’s length, it was a pull as lethal as a drug. His hand lingered over her soft, sensual skin, and the feel of her under his fingertips made it impossible to stop.

In that moment, Hee Yu could clearly feel Yan Jin’s obsession with her—at the very least, with her body.

“THE WIND IS HOWLING, THE HORSES ARE NEIGHING, THE RIVER IS ROARING! THE RIVER IS ROARING! THE HILLS TO THE WEST RISE MILES HIGH, AND TO THE EAST THE FIELDS ARE RIPE, HEROES ARE EVERYWHERE IN THESE MOUNTAINS, GUERRILLAS CHARGE FROM THE TALL GRASS...”

That loud, fired-up singing suddenly cut through the steamy atmosphere. Yan Jin, who’d been worked up just seconds ago, froze like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over his head. He shuddered.

“SHIT!”

With Yan Jin no longer pushing her around, Hee Yu finally had room to breathe.

She fumbled through her purse for what felt like forever before finding her phone. Just as she was about to silently give the caller props, she saw the name on the screen—her father, Hee Zheng.

The moment she answered, Hee Zheng sounded impatient. “Where are you?”

Hee Yu pressed her lips together, her voice calm and flat. “Take a guess. You think I’m gonna break out and then tell you where I went? So you can set me up and have me hauled back in?”

Hee Zheng snorted. “Don’t get cocky. Until you tell me where the deed is, I’m not letting you off the hook—and neither is your mom!”

That threat used to work every time. But this time, Hee Yu snapped back without blinking. “Go ahead and try. See what happens first—you mess with my mom’s grave, or I make sure you’re the one getting buried.”

Yan Jin lit a cigarette. Watching Hee Yu—half undressed, gorgeous, and smiling—spit out something so cold and vicious, he raised an eyebrow. There wasn’t a trace of disgust in his eyes. If anything, there was a hint of approval, even admiration.

The second she hung up, Hee Yu leaned into him like they were lovers. Her foggy head settled against his chest, and she smiled sweetly. “Yan Jin… do you like me?”

Since she couldn’t win on her own, she’d have to ride someone else’s momentum.

A ribbon of smoke hung in the air, refusing to disperse as it drifted over that sweet, flattering face. Yan Jin raised an eyebrow and said, “What do you want?”

Hee Yu laughed it off. “Just want to stay by your side, Mr. Yan—be your little kept woman who gets to shop, shop, shop.”

Yan Jin pinched her sharp chin, his gaze cutting straight into her. “Last chance.”

“Revenge.” Hee Yu answered without hesitation.

The lazy, ingratiating look vanished. In its place was a chill so sharp it felt like the haze in her half-drunk eyes had been swept aside, leaving her steadily, unmistakably awake.

Yan Jin’s mouth curved slightly, his smile sly as an old fox. “I’m a businessman. I don’t do deals that lose money.”

Hee Yu lifted her chin and squared her shoulders, not bothering to hide the spill of cleavage at her chest. “Is this price enough?”

She still didn’t understand why Yan Jin was interested in her, but she knew exactly how to trade what she had for what she wanted—her body, her revenge.

His eyes slid once over the pale swell of her chest. Yan Jin realized, with irritation, how easily she’d sparked his interest—yet he kept his face cool and said, “It’s so-so.”

Hee Yu leaned against his shoulder, pouting as she gave his chest a light, playful thump. “You’re awful.” Her full breasts brushed against him through the thin fabric of his shirt, deliberate and not-so-deliberate all at once.

Yan Jin saw no point in dragging out empty talk. He tossed a document he’d prepared long ago onto the coffee table beside them. “Marry me.”