C9 You Are Willing so There's No Need to Force It

The marble floor was slick with water, making it especially slippery. Wen Mian, in her high heels, turned to look back and nearly lost her balance, about to fall.

Just then, a warm hand caught her waist. Yih Qianbo pressed his other hand against the mirror behind her, a teasing look on his face.

"You're really something, aren't you? Use me and then just toss me aside?" His lips brushed against her ear, his voice dripping with playful arrogance.

A unique scent wafted into Wen Mian's nose, and she sniffed slightly, trying to place it. She felt like she'd smelled it somewhere before.

At this moment, Wen Mian's back was arched like a bow, and their chests were almost touching. The cold sink was behind her, but Yih Qianbo's hand at her waist made it much more comfortable.

Wen Mian exhaled softly, trying to calm her racing heart. She assumed Yih Qianbo was talking about Gu Zhijian, though she had no idea how he knew about her and Gu. But it didn't matter to her anymore.

Thinking this, she blinked, maintaining a composed demeanor. "I never used you, so there's nothing to throw away. Besides, these things are mutual. If one person isn't willing, there's no need to force it, right?"

She was no longer willing.

After saying this, she began to struggle with all her might to break free from Yih Qianbo's grip. Despite his somewhat frail appearance, Yih Qianbo's strength was formidable. She squirmed and twisted, but it was all in vain.

Eventually, exhausted from her efforts, Wen Mian turned her head away, refusing to look at Yih Qianbo. He, however, chuckled softly, “Never used before? Mutual consent? No need to force it?”

He echoed her words, a hint of resentment in his tone. He couldn't believe these words had come from her. Who was the one insisting last night? Who was willing first? Who tempted him to use it?

Wen Mian frowned, finding his behavior inexplicably odd. It was only their first meeting, yet he was already acting so intimately.

“Mr. Yih, I understand we may have been inattentive today, but why persist like this? We barely know each other, and being seen like this isn’t appropriate. Please, let me go.”

With that, she tried to push Yih Qianbo away with all her strength. But he moved the hand that was pressing against the mirror to the back of her head...

“You tell me... having slept together, does that count as familiar?” he said, the smile on his lips deepening as he recalled the events of the previous night.

"Did you sleep with him, Director Yih? Please, I..."

She only managed to say the first part of "please be respectful" before her eyes widened, staring at the person in front of her.

That face... that scent... that voice...

Could it be that yesterday...?

Yih Qianbo looked at her panicked expression, lifted her chin with his index finger, and smiled mischievously. "I just can't connect the current you with the you from last night. Where did that fierce energy go when we were at the hotel?"

So, the person she was with yesterday wasn't just some random guy, but the famous Yih Qianbo from A City?

Wasn't it Yih Qianbo who approached her first? Instead, she ended up with the dream guy of every woman in A City? She swallowed hard, feeling like her hangover was suddenly lifting.

Wen Mian lowered her head, her cheeks now a twisted mess of embarrassment.

If there were a hole in the ground right now, she'd dive in without hesitation. Her dignity was already out the window.

"Director Yih, I think... you might be mistaken. I was home all day yesterday. I didn't... I didn't go out."

Her heart raced, feeling like it was about to burst out of her chest.

They had already slept together; was she supposed to take responsibility? Didn't Yih Qianbo benefit from it too?

Yih Qianbo slightly parted his lips, feigning a look of sudden realization as he nodded. "Oh, I see. Well, Miss Wen, if you're not afraid of stirring up some more drama, I wouldn't mind releasing the video of us entering the hotel together yesterday. How does that sound?"

He emphasized the word "together," and the overly mocking smile on his lips made Wen Mian want to tear him apart. He was devious, truly devious. It was clear that Yih Qianbo's success was built on such underhanded tactics.

The mixed drink she had earlier was starting to get to Wen Mian, making her feel more intoxicated. She squinted her eyes. Since Yih Qianbo had already laid everything out, there was no need for her to hold back. What happened yesterday was mutual; she was too drunk to have dragged him to the hotel against his will, right?

"Yes, Director Yih. I admit I was drunk yesterday and mistook you for someone else... But you could have ignored me. Why did you take a drunk woman to a hotel? If I was wrong, you weren't entirely innocent either."

With that, she rolled her eyes, completely disregarding any pretense of decorum.

Yih Qianbo licked his lips with a wicked grin and chuckled softly. "So, Miss Wen, you're saying you took advantage of me, and yet you think you're in the right?"

Wen Mian's mind went blank, her mouth slightly open, but in the end, she couldn't say anything. Was she really at a loss for words? She cleared her throat and frowned slightly. "No matter how you look at it, Director Yih, you're not losing out. You know what I mean, right?"

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but even though she was speaking to Yih Qianbo, she was getting bolder. It was her first time, such an important first, and she had given it to a stranger. The worst part was she didn't even feel anything. She was truly at a loss.

Yih Qianbo tilted his flawless face slightly, full of righteous indignation. "So, you accepted the money."

As soon as he said it, Wen Mian gritted her teeth and clutched her chest, afraid she might cough up blood all over Yih Qianbo. If she ever died, it would definitely be from choking on his words.

Fine, if Yih Qianbo wanted to hash it out, she'd make sure they hashed it out clearly. "Director Yih, yesterday I was the one who misjudged the situation. And as I said earlier, this was a mutual decision, so I won't take your money. I'm in my work uniform right now, so I don't have any cash on me, but I'll return the money after my shift. But can you explain why, in your own hotel, I had to pay for the room? Even for... whatever that was, I had to pay?"

Wen Mian is a bit money-minded, but she's definitely not unreasonable. She won't take money that's not hers, and she won't pay for things she shouldn't.

Yih Qianbo frowned thoughtfully and then said, "Alright, since Miss Wen won't accept it, I won't insist. But I remember someone saying something quite generous yesterday. If Miss Wen wants to spend money, who am I to stop her?"