C11 You Have the Ability to Satisfy Me!

Yann Qiai let out a cold chuckle, a subtle, knowing smile playing on her lips. "What’s wrong, scared? Whether I'm human or ghost, you better see for yourself!" she said, gripping Min Sijun's shoulder and forcing her to meet her gaze.

Min Sijun's eyes widened, her face turning pale as her lips trembled with fear. Yann Qiai's piercing stare was too much for her to handle. She broke free from Yann's grasp and stumbled over to Yan Zhimo, clutching his arm tightly and hiding behind him as if he were her shield.

"Zhimo, Zhimo, is she really Yann Qiai?" Min Sijun's voice shook, sounding pitiful and bullied.

Yan Zhimo waved her hand away, frowning with impatience. "Who let you in here?" he asked coldly.

Min Sijun snapped back to reality, realizing she had come to see Yan Zhimo but had been too rattled by Yann Qiai to remember. She quickly composed herself, sidling up to Yan Zhimo with a coy expression.

"Zhimo, I missed you, so I came to find you. Who knew I'd run into her? Zhimo, I was really scared just now."

She put on a pitiful act in front of Yan Zhimo, as if on the verge of tears, while keeping a wary eye on Yann Qiai.

Yann Qiai sneered, crossing her arms with an amused look. Ha, this woman was quite the expert at deceiving men. Who had caused her so much misery before, and now pretended to be so pitiful?

"Miss Min, there's no need to be afraid. I'm very much alive. Are you disappointed?"

It's been five years, and everything I've endured, I'll make sure you experience too!

Min Sijun's nerves were on edge. She clutched Yan Zhimo's hand tightly, her face betraying the fear she felt inside.

What? How is she not dead? The fire I meticulously planned all those years ago didn't succeed in killing her? And now she's standing right in front of me, perfectly fine? This can't be happening!

"Get out!" Yan Zhimo's voice was cold, laced with irritation.

"Didn't you hear him, Yann Qiai? Zhimo wants you to leave, so get going!" Min Sijun shouted at Yann Qiai, feeling smug. Hmph, even if you're back, it doesn't matter. I have Yan Zhimo protecting me now. Why should I be afraid of you?

"Ha, I'd be glad to." Yann Qiai had no desire to linger there. If it weren't for Yan Zhimo's threats, she wouldn't have come at all. She rolled her eyes at them, a cold smirk on her face, and turned to leave.

"Stop!" Yan Zhimo turned to Min Sijun, speaking deliberately, "I was talking to you."

Before Min Sijun could react, Yan Zhimo stepped forward and grabbed Yann Qiai's hand, shaking the documents in his hand with a challenging look.

"What? You don't want these anymore?"

Yann Qiai suddenly remembered she still needed the household registration and marriage certificate. She was furious, wanting to lash out at the person in front of her, but she couldn't. She had to hold back. This man was not to be trifled with; she needed to play along for now.

"No, no, of course, I want them. What do you want me to trade for them? If it's within my ability, I'll make it happen." Yann Qiai thought to herself that even ten deals wouldn't satisfy him. It seemed she'd have to manage the company well once she got it back to meet his outrageous demands.

"Heh, you certainly have the ability."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yann Qiai felt herself suddenly lifted off the ground, her whole body suspended as he hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her out of the study.

Still in the study, Min Sijun watched the scene unfold with disbelief, her anger boiling over as she stomped her foot. She wanted to chase after them, but as she reached the door, an older man blocked her path.

"Miss, I'm the butler here. I'm sorry, but the young master has instructed you to leave."

Min Sijun was even more furious. Although Zhimo had always been cold to her, being dismissed in front of Qiai was humiliating. And now, Zhimo had carried Qiai away. Wasn't he uninterested in her a few years ago? Did Qiai somehow win him over now that she's back? No way! She needed to figure out how to deal with this situation.

With these thoughts, Min Sijun stormed off.

Qiai found herself slung over Yan Zhimo's shoulder as he carried her up to the second floor. She pounded on his back in frustration, shouting, "Put me down! What are you doing?"

Despite her struggles, she couldn't break free. Zhimo flashed a sly smile and gave her a light pat.

"Nice, feels good."

Qiai's mind went blank with shock, and she fought back with all her might. "You jerk, what are you doing!"

"Relax, don't move."

With a swift motion, Zhimo opened a door and set Qiai down. As the door slammed shut, he captured her lips with his own. One hand cradled her head while the other held her slender waist, drawing her close. His lips pressed firmly against hers, and his tongue traced her lips before slipping inside, exploring briefly before retreating.

The unexpected kiss sent a jolt through Qiai, leaving her momentarily stunned. It felt like an electric current coursed through her, clouding her mind. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, then pushed against Zhimo, trying to create distance between them.

"No, get away!"

Yan Zhimo had no intention of letting her go. His desire was burning, a part of him demanding more of her. The large hand around her waist instinctively moved upward, leaving a trail of shivers across Yann Qiai's body.