C12 Give Her Back to Me

Although Wen Mian didn't deny she was quite the catch, with Yih Qianbo's status, if he ever claimed he wanted to be a gigolo, how many wealthy heiresses would be lining up to have him? Oh no, not to have him, but to be with him...

"You're mistaken, Miss Wen. Last night, you had your way with me, so today it's my turn," Yih Qianbo said, adjusting his tie with a lazy gaze at Wen Mian. "I remember the debt from yesterday. Every bit you owe me, I'll collect from you..."

With that, Yih Qianbo leaned closer to Wen Mian's ear, finding the spot he had marked in the restroom earlier, and lightly bit it, continuing, "And I'll collect double..."

Wen Mian felt her body go weak, a warmth spreading from her ear down her back. Instinctively, she wanted to push Yih Qianbo away, but realized she was already leaning into his embrace.

This posture, this proximity... It jolted Wen Mian back to her senses. What? Today? Did Yih Qianbo just say he would have her today? Her breath hitched as the gravity of the situation dawned on her.

"Director Yih, please don't," Wen Mian said, shaking her dizzy head. "I'm sorry, I might have had too much to drink today. Can we discuss this another time? I'll give you my card, and you can reach out anytime."

Just as she was about to pull a business card from her bag, Wen Mian's frantic hands were enveloped by Yih Qianbo's firm grip.

Then Yih Qianbo said something that made Wen Mian's heart flutter: "No need. I already figured you out completely yesterday, more than you could ever imagine, Miss Wen."

Wait... did he mean he had her all figured out?

Before Wen Mian could respond, Yih Qianbo used the key he had just taken from her to unlock the door in front of them. The way he handled it so smoothly made Wen Mian wonder if he did this kind of thing often. Was she just another one on his list?

"Get a copy of the key for me," Yih Qianbo said, tossing Wen Mian's house key to Lu Yuan.

"Yes, Boss," Lu Yuan replied, glancing at the key with a mix of confusion and resignation. Was the Boss planning to stay here regularly? Should he bring over some of the Boss's personal items?

As Lu Yuan hesitated, the door closed with a decisive "bang" from the inside.

Well, it seemed the Boss wouldn't be coming out before tomorrow. Asking in the morning wouldn't be too late.

"Director Yih, Director Yih..." Wen Mian was pushed through the door by Yih Qianbo, still struggling desperately. "Please, stop joking with me!"

The way Yih Qianbo treated her made Wen Mian wonder what really happened last night. Besides the primal instincts, did they do anything else unspeakable?

However, Wen Mian couldn't remember a thing. She was as drunk as a skunk, completely out of it. She didn't even know if they had slept together, let alone what Yih Qianbo might have done.

Was he interested in women who were out cold like that?

Feeling puzzled, Wen Mian swallowed hard several times, eyeing Yih Qianbo like he was a thief. "Wait, before you say anything, can I ask you a few questions? They're important, about last night, um..."

"Sure." Yih Qianbo raised an eyebrow, his eyes clearly saying, "No matter what you try, you won't escape me tonight."

"Last night, did you... enjoy yourself?" Wen Mian blinked her beautiful eyes, hesitating for a long time before asking in a voice as soft as a whisper.

But as soon as she asked, she regretted it, wishing she could slap herself. Oh my gosh, could she be any less reserved? Why did she have to ask such an embarrassing question?

"Uh... it's okay if you don't want to answer. Just pretend I never asked." If she could turn back time, Wen Mian would never have asked that question; it was like pushing herself into a pit of fire!

Sure enough, Yih Qianbo's words made Wen Mian feel like banging her head against the wall. He lowered his dark eyes slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips, and said, "Want to know? I'll tell you slowly in bed."

"I don't... no, please! Mmm..." All her protests were swallowed by Yih Qianbo as his soft, warm lips silenced her. Wen Mian knew clearly that tonight, there was no escaping...

In the CEO's office at the Dark Night Royal Palace, two men sat facing each other, the atmosphere growing tense in the silence. Mo Qian took a sip of red wine, breaking the quiet, "Why are you back again? Got any plans?"

"Naturally, it's for Mian," Gu Zhijian replied with a gentle smile, his voice steady and firm. "I want to marry her."

"If you can't let her go, why did you leave in the first place?" Mo Qian's grip on the wine glass tightened as he glanced at Gu Zhijian. "Didn't you consider the impact your sudden departure would have on her?"

Even though they grew up together like brothers, Mo Qian still couldn't let go of this matter.

"I'm sorry." Gu Zhijian closed his eyes, then opened them again. "Mo Qian, thank you for taking such good care of Mian."

"The person you should apologize to isn't me." Mo Qian set his glass back on the table, crossed his arms, and leaned against the back of the sofa. His handsome face was indifferent. "Mian has always been closest to you. If you're really back for her, I hope you won't let her down again. I don't want to see you disappear without a word."

"I know. This time, I'm not leaving. I'm going to marry her. No matter how hard it is, I'll make her heart come alive again, just for me." Gu Zhijian looked at Mo Qian, speaking each word with determination.

Meeting Gu Zhijian's gaze, Mo Qian's expression shifted from blank to a slight smile. He sighed softly, as if letting something go, and picked up his glass again. "Then let me congratulate you in advance."

"Thank you." Gu Zhijian also picked up his glass and clinked it gently against Mo Qian's, producing a soft "ding." "To us both."

To us both?

Mo Qian repeated those words in his mind, a bitter smile forming. The woman he loved was about to marry his best friend. How could he truly celebrate?

As she slowly regained consciousness, Wen Mian felt as if she had been dead—her body lifeless, her brain cells completely gone...

After an indeterminate amount of time, Wen Mian's mind finally started to clear. She couldn't help but think, "Who am I? Where am I?"

What ultimately brought her back to reality was the man beside her, his hand resting on her stomach. Yes, this man was lying next to her without a stitch of clothing, and as for her? She was in the same state.

Don't ask how she knew; even though she didn't want to, she "accidentally" found out.