C6 Unique

Hsu Moyan loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. With a charged intensity, he leaned toward Gu Yifan. His hand found the weak spot in her strap and tore it open. What was once a hint of cleavage was now fully exposed to the air and Moyan's gaze.

Startled, Yifan pleaded softly, "Don't ruin it completely... I still need to wear it in public."

Moyan grunted in acknowledgment, but his hands continued to tear at the delicate strap. The contrast between Yifan's innocence and allure was irresistible, and Moyan couldn't hold back. He ripped faster, crossing Yifan's final boundary.

She was just a mistress without dignity.

Halfway through, Moyan noticed Yifan's lack of response. Yet, with no turning back, he pressed on, threatening, "That's not how a mistress behaves."

Another threat, another reminder of the power he held over her. When a man controls your fate, dignity is a luxury you can't afford.

Yifan forced a bitter smile, wrapping her long legs around Moyan's firm waist. Her lithe body moved with a serpentine grace, her slender hands exploring in sync with Moyan's movements.

Although it didn't feel quite right, Hsu Moyan insisted on finishing what he started.

Afterward, Gu Yifan busied herself with fixing her hair and smoothing out her dress. She picked up her phone, ready to call Tang Anan.

Moyan snatched it away. "Are you trying to let people see us like this, or should I just leave you here for someone to pick up?"

Neither option was appealing.

"Why don't I have someone bring clothes over, or will you go buy them for me?" Yifan scoffed, grabbing her phone back.

As soon as the call connected, Tang Anan's anxious voice came through. "Yifan, how did it go with that guy? If it doesn't work out, I can take care of you. We don't need to beg anyone!"

Moyan raised an eyebrow, staring intently at Yifan.

Yifan regretted calling Tang Anan. How could she explain this? Besides, she knew if she asked Anan to bring clothes, Moyan would probably leave her stranded in this deserted place. She had checked—no cars had passed by for ages.

She didn't even know where they were, so calling for help was pointless.

Weighing her options, Yifan replied casually, "It's all good now. There was just a misunderstanding, but it's cleared up. Director Hsu agreed to help me, and I'll be back soon."

After hearing her friend's usual voice, Tang Anan felt relieved and hung up after a few more words of advice.

Once the call ended, Gu Yifan, bracing herself, tried to appeal to the aloof Moyan. "Director Hsu, could you do me a favor and buy me some clothes?"

Moyan silently opened the car door on Gu Yifan's side, gesturing for her to get out with a nod.

Yifan quickly shut the door, chuckling. "I was just checking in, not asking anyone to come over. Besides," she pointed to the bruises on her body, subtly threatening, "if someone sees me like this, they're bound to call the police. I doubt you'd want this to turn into a legal issue, right?"

"Don't worry, the police won't get involved," Moyan replied coolly, leaving no room for negotiation.

With determination, Yifan lunged at Moyan, the lingering tension between them causing him to react.

He could be ruthless with everyone and everything, but he couldn't harden his heart against this woman's allure.

He pulled Yifan off him, then, with a blank expression, draped his suit jacket over her.

He would eliminate any chance of someone else seeing her.

Seeing this, Yifan quietly sat in the passenger seat, not daring to provoke him further.

After the car entered the city, it headed straight to an upscale mall. Hsu Moyan left Gu Yifan in the car and walked into the mall alone. Initially planning to buy just anything, he was captivated by a pure white dress displayed on a mannequin in a unique designer store. The dress's simple yet elegant lines caught his eye.

Recalling the dress he had accidentally torn earlier, he thought she might really like this one. For some reason, he just felt she would.

The store had a distinct and simple decor. A sweet sales associate greeted him immediately. The store manager had an unusual hiring policy: employees had to be personally approved by him. No matter how skilled, if he didn't like them, they weren't hired. Some might think choosing staff based on personal preference wouldn't work, but the store's success proved otherwise. Known for its unique designs, the manager's cool demeanor, and the sweet staff, the store stood out and attracted loyal customers. Once people visited, they were sure to return.

As the designs became more exclusive, their prices soared, fueling even greater demand. Moyan owned some clothes from this store, though he wasn't aware since he hadn't bought them himself.

"Hello, sir. The men's section is this way," the sales associate guided Moyan toward the men's area.

Moyan waved his hand dismissively and headed straight to the mannequin, pointing at the dress. "Wrap this one up for me."

The sales associate maintained her professional demeanor and dutifully explained, "This dress is the only piece designed by our boss this season. It's called 'Moonlight.'"

"No need for the details, just wrap it up. I'm in a hurry," Moyan said, his mind preoccupied with the person waiting in the car. He handed over his black card to the sales associate.

Working in this upscale mall, the sales associate was well-versed in recognizing different types of cards. The black card, being the king of all cards with a substantial credit limit, was not something she could afford to dismiss. It also indicated that the holder was capable of purchasing such an exclusive item.

Carefully, she removed the dress from the mannequin. "This dress is $36,000. Sir, please take your card."

After processing the payment, she returned the card along with the dress to Moyan.

On the way back, Moyan felt an inexplicable sense of excitement. Maybe she would like the dress. Then again, he had bought it on a whim, not necessarily to please her.

Unaware of his own unusual behavior, Moyan walked towards his car. From a distance, he noticed Yifan leaning her head against the window, gazing outside with a forlorn expression, causing him to pause momentarily.