C5 Agree

Yifan clutched her chest with one hand while trying to adjust her strap dress with the other, hoping to avoid another wardrobe malfunction.

Moyan glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and scoffed, "There's nothing on your body I haven't seen before, no need to be so modest. Besides..."

He paused, turning to look at Yifan, who was awkwardly yet stubbornly fixing her dress. His eyes briefly flashed with admiration, though he quickly masked it.

Yifan remained defiant, not for any particular reason, but because today, Lee had made her lose all her pride in front of Moyan.

At that moment, the light ahead turned red, and Moyan stopped the car, releasing the steering wheel. He leaned toward Yifan, pressing against her stubbornness with his warm presence.

Their eyes met.

Moyan understood Yifan's resolve, but to him, she was just a mistress. His goal was to break down her pride, forcing her to rely on him for survival.

That was the basic rule for a mistress.

He lowered his head slightly and bit down hard on Yifan's beautiful collarbone, leaving a clear red mark on her fair skin.

Yifan whimpered in pain and reached out to push him away.

"Are you sure you want to give up on your radio station?" Moyan asked calmly, sensing the resistance from the person beneath him.

In the end, Yifan didn't dare push him away. After all, this was the future of the radio station she had worked so hard to build. However, her chest rose and fell more noticeably.

"What exactly do you want? Are you trying to back me into a corner?"

"A corner?" Moyan's lips curled into a slight smile as he chuckled softly. He lifted his head and looked steadily at this stubborn woman. "No, this is your way out. You know it, don't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have been waiting outside my office today."

Yifan looked at the man who held her fate in his hands, feeling a deep sense of despair. A man who was supposed to become her brother-in-law, yet also her adversary, had control over her life, and she was powerless to resist.

How could she ever get revenge?

"As long as you cooperate and become my mistress, not only will the radio station return to its former glory, but it can grow even bigger," Moyan's voice was smooth and tempting.

"Let's discuss other terms," Yifan tried to negotiate for her rights. She refused to become the mistress of an enemy.

"There are no other terms. I can help you expand the station, but you must fulfill the basic requirements of being a mistress," Moyan replied, satisfied with her concession.

A kitten's claws can be trimmed too.

"Fine, I agree," Yifan said coldly, as if in that moment, she was no longer a warm, breathing person, but a rigid corpse.

Moyan frowned slightly, leaning in to whisper in her ear, "A mistress should be like a delicate flower, not a Venus flytrap."

A delicate flower. Gu Jieyu!

Suddenly filled with determination, Yifan flashed a seductive smile and said sweetly, "Director Hsu, I'm just pretending." As she spoke, her slender fingers traced Moyan's well-toned chest, a chest she found irresistible yet unyielding, knowing he could turn on her at any moment.

Listening to her insincere words, Moyan grew even more dissatisfied. Perhaps he had heard such words too often before. He even recalled the day Yifan threw money at him, looking down on him like a queen—that was the real Yifan.

But he didn't regret using such drastic measures to clip her claws. He had all the time in the world to tame this little wild cat.

Just then, the red light blinked a few times. Yifan nudged Moyan, gesturing with her lips, and said tenderly, "The light's green. Let's go."

As she pushed against Moyan, she completely forgot her strap had broken. The thin strap naturally fell in front of her chest, and without its support, her delicate dress slipped down slightly, resting just above her full chest. It revealed a glimpse of her pink, petite lingerie and the enticing cleavage that could captivate any man's gaze.

Moyan, staring at the captivating sight, adjusted his expression and sat up straight. He said coolly, "Pull your strap back up."

Yifan giggled, deliberately fiddling with her lingerie, teasingly revealing and concealing her assets. "As a mistress, I should always satisfy the desires of my benefactor, stirring his interest."

Moyan's eyes froze for a second, then he suddenly jerked the steering wheel to the left, causing the tires to screech against the pavement.

Yifan was thrown against the car door by the abrupt turn. "You're crazy!" she yelled, furious. "Do you have a death wish? I sure don't!"

Moyan ignored her, pressing the gas pedal harder as the speedometer climbed. Realizing he wouldn't listen, Yifan quickly buckled her seatbelt and gripped the handle above her for dear life.

Inside, she kept cursing him. He was reckless in bed, and now he was driving like he had a death wish. Did he even care about his life or anyone else's? The speedometer had already hit 110 mph, and Yifan thought if she stuck her head out the window, the wind might sting her face. But this man was still accelerating.

The scenery outside grew more remote, and Yifan's sense of foreboding intensified. She turned to look at this wild man. Sure enough, the desire in his eyes was burning even brighter. Glancing down, she regretted not pulling up her shoulder strap earlier.

Even though she had agreed to be his mistress, it didn't mean she was ready to give herself to him right now.

“What’s wrong, scared now?” Moyan asked, his voice hoarse with restraint. He didn’t know what kind of spell this woman had cast on him. Just one teasing gesture, and he was losing his mind. His thoughts screamed to claim her, to make sure she never left him, to make her his forever.

Yifan was about to muster her pride but remembered her position. She could only lower her head and try to make her smile appear more natural. “Of course not, it's my duty.”

Moyan's gaze softened, the wild cat had turned into a house cat.

Eventually, the car pulled over to a secluded spot. Even though Yifan had mentally prepared herself, she still felt a wave of fear as her seat slowly reclined. After all, who knew if someone might suddenly show up? In such a vulnerable position, she didn't want anyone to find out.

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