C13 What else Do I Owe You?

"Ugh..." Wen Mian stared at the patterns on the ceiling, her mind racing about what to do next.

Take the current situation, for instance. She had never found herself next to a naked man—at least not when she was sober.

How could she vanish without him noticing? Or maybe slip on her clothes without drawing attention?

"Awake?"

Lost in thought, a deeply resonant voice interrupted her musings.

Hearing it made her heart skip a beat, and her eyelids fluttered involuntarily.

As Wen Mian pondered how to respond, the large hand resting on her stomach began to move, sliding down her waist...

She quickly grabbed his hand, her mind racing, and replied in a cool, measured tone, "Director Yih, I've repaid my debt. You can leave now."

From this moment on, she and Yih Qianbo were truly even. He had no reason to come after her anymore, right?

With that thought, Wen Mian breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

But to her surprise, the shameless Yih Qianbo replied, "Yeah, it's time for work. I should go. But I'll be back tonight to settle the next score."

“What else do I owe you?!” Wen Mian felt a chill in her chest, almost spitting blood as her voice rose sharply.

“The night before last, you know, we were careful, but last night...” Yih Qianbo's voice trailed off, giving Wen Mian a meaningful look.

“What about last night?” Wen Mian's voice trembled, and Yih Qianbo's expression filled her with a sense of foreboding.

Her reaction was so endearing that Yih Qianbo felt a mischievous urge to tease her. He stayed silent for a moment, propping his head up with one hand, and continued to watch Wen Mian with interest.

The way he stared at her made Wen Mian increasingly uneasy, and soon a chill ran down her spine, goosebumps rising in waves.

What was Yih Qianbo implying? Could it be that last night... they hadn't been careful?

Just as this thought crossed her mind, she heard Yih Qianbo's lazy, nonchalant voice say two words: “We weren’t.”

“Ugh...” Even though she had anticipated this, hearing Yih Qianbo say it so bluntly made Wen Mian choke.

This was a nightmare. Everything she feared was coming true. Heartbreak, losing herself, and now this... Had she been cursed these past few days?

Wen Mian's eyelids had been twitching nonstop. She glanced at Yih Qianbo with a look of utter despair. Even if it wasn't some kind of curse, she might have just run into some bad luck... like the person right in front of her.

"Don't be so surprised. We can settle our scores slowly. If we don't finish today, there's always tomorrow. And if not tomorrow, the day after, or even longer," Yih Qianbo said, his hand somehow already resting on Wen Mian's shoulder. He gently played with her silky hair, seemingly unable to get enough, occasionally bringing it to his nose for a light sniff.

"You..." Wen Mian licked her dry lips and asked tentatively, her voice lacking confidence, "Director Yih, are you getting back at me?"

Was he getting back at her for mistaking him for a gigolo the other night and mocking him for not being able to attract clients? Who could endure such humiliation?

Even an average person would find it hard to accept, let alone someone as formidable as Yih Qianbo.

His gaze fixed on Wen Mian's soft lips. Just a glance, and Yih Qianbo couldn't help but recall the taste of those pink lips—sweet and soft, like a delicious piece of candy.

"If I said yes, what would you do?" Yih Qianbo chuckled lightly, seemingly eager to see Wen Mian's flustered reaction.

Wen Mian's face turned pale as she bit her lower lip, her eyes fixed on Yih Qianbo. She thought to herself, this is it. If Yih Qianbo wanted revenge, she had no way to resist. But she swore she never intended to provoke this man.

Noticing Wen Mian's reluctance, Yih Qianbo smirked coldly, "Is that look because you're afraid of me or because you despise me?"

"Despise," Wen Mian replied without hesitation.

Honestly, she wasn't afraid of Yih Qianbo; she was afraid of trouble. She hated troublesome situations, and Yih Qianbo had brought her nothing but trouble, so of course, she despised him.

"Feisty little thing..." Yih Qianbo narrowed his eyes, a chill in his smile.

"Director Yih, my name is Wen Mian, not 'little wild cat.' Please don't use terms you might use for other women with me," Wen Mian retorted, a hint of anger in her voice. "I don't know what you intend to do, but you've already stayed the night, and I've settled my debt. Please leave."

With that, Wen Mian pulled the covers tighter around her, turning her back to Yih Qianbo. As she shifted, a sharp pain shot through her, causing her to frown.

"Four times? Or was it five...?" Wen Mian couldn't help but think about Yih Qianbo's incredible stamina. Recalling the wild events of last night made her ears burn with embarrassment, and she wished she could just disappear.

The phone rang from somewhere in the pile of clothes scattered nearby. Wen Mian sighed wearily and reached out to find it on the bed. Yih Qianbo was quicker, grabbing the phone first. He was about to hand it to her but paused when he saw the caller ID.

Ignoring her discomfort, Wen Mian snatched the phone, quickly swiping to decline the call, and then turned it off. She tried to get up, but Yih Qianbo's long arm gently pulled her back into his embrace. His touch was soft, but his voice was icy cold. "Why didn't you answer?"

"It's none of your business." Clutching the phone, Wen Mian lowered her head, recalling the words she'd always said since she was a child: "In this life, I'll only marry you."

The irony was that she was now in another man's arms.

"Are you blaming me?" Yih Qianbo asked, noticing the regretful and troubled look on her face. He firmly turned her around to face him, forcing her to meet his gaze.

Yih Qianbo's voice was chilling, as if the laid-back man with a lazy smile had never existed.

"I didn't," Wen Mian shook her head. If there was anyone to blame, it was herself. She had willingly put herself in this situation, drawn to Yih Qianbo. How could she blame him? There was nothing to complain about. Still, thinking about past promises and looking at herself now, she felt a tinge of sadness.

Oh well, it's not worth dwelling on. She and Gu Zhijian were never going back to what they were, even if she still cared about him.

"You regret it," Yih Qianbo said confidently. "Is it because you didn't know your childhood friend was coming back?"

"Yeah, I regret it, but what's the use?" Wen Mian yawned, closing her eyes as sleepiness overtook her. Her words were soft and lazy, "Remember to close the door when you leave..."