Chapter 25: The Kept Woman

To his surprise, his words sent the woman into a complete frenzy. She shrieked, "I don't want it! I don't want your money, your pity, or your charity! I told you, I did this willingly, entirely willingly!" She covered her face with both hands and burst into loud sobs. "Leave! Just leave! Please!"

He reached out to comfort her, his fingers brushing against her exposed skin. The fine, smooth texture stirred memories of the previous night's passion. He swallowed hard, suppressing the rising turmoil within him, though his gaze involuntarily drifted toward her proud, firm curves.

Seeming to sense his intent to comfort her, she let go, threw herself back into his arms, and rubbed against him. Whimpering, she said mournfully, "You should go. I—I love you, so everything I did was of my own free will. Please, don't make it any harder for me to let you go, okay?"

Such delicate, pliant words instantly shattered his facade of restraint. He tightened his arms, pressing her against him, his eyes heavy with raw desire. Suddenly, he pushed her down and lunged at her with frantic urgency, murmuring over and over, "I will take responsibility! I will take responsibility!"

The woman offered half-hearted resistance, but where no one could see, a triumphant smile flashed in her eyes. The room was filled with the atmosphere of spring, their heavy breathing and soft moans blending together in a chorus that did not cease for a long time.

Outside the door, a young man dropped his cigarette butt, ground it out fiercely, and curled his lips in a sneer. His eyes were filled with deep mockery as he turned to leave. The wind carried away his parting words: "I didn't expect it to be so easy. What a pity!"

After their renewed passion, Chu Changyun held the woman as they leaned against the headboard, his hand wandering over her body. Having made his decision, he had to seriously consider how to handle things in the future.

"Yingying!" He had learned from her that her surname was Yu and her given name was Ying. She was an orphan working as a waitress in a bar, yet she had always kept herself chaste—the crimson stain on the sheets was proof enough of that. She had been assigned to attend to him the previous night and had been deeply captivated by his extraordinary demeanor, which led to everything that followed. She had never once thought of gaining any benefit from him, a simplicity that was heart-wrenching.

Thinking of this, he grew even more tender toward her, making a promise: "I am a married man, but I cannot divorce right now. I will set up a house for you outside. Once I am divorced, we will hold a wedding immediately, all right?"

"Brother Chang, whatever you say is fine. As long as I can be with you, I have no regrets in this life!" Yu Ying leaned into his chest, her slender fingers teasing the skin on his chest, the glow of passion still lingering in her eyes.

"Yingying!" His voice turned husky. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it erratically. Her docility satisfied him immensely. "You really are a little enchantress I can't live without. I can never get enough of you!"

"I... I want you!" she said coquettishly. Her fingers slipped from his palm, trailing down his chest until they reached a certain place, making him tremble. Abandoning their previous conversation, they plunged once again into the depths of desire.

While they were lost in their own world, Li Xiaofen was taking her daughter, Chu Feiyuan, to the Emperor Hotel for dinner. Near the entrance, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure and tugged at her daughter’s hand. "Yuanyuan, look at the girl getting into that car. Doesn't she look a bit familiar?"

"Girl? Where?" Chu Feiyuan followed her gaze, and her eyes became glued to the scene. Heavens, the man she had always fantasized about, a man like a god, had finally appeared before her. This must be fate. She had to seize the opportunity. Shaking off Li Xiaofen’s hand, she hurried toward them.