Ye Cheng pretended not to hear, burying his head in the medical kit as he pulled out an ointment for bruising. But when he heard Zimei’s words, his hand trembled slightly.
"Stretch out your arm." He looked up at the woman, speaking in an almost commanding tone.
Zimei obediently extended her arm, holding it out in front of him.
A deep bruise marred the woman’s arm. It was clear how heavy the door must have been when it closed earlier to leave such a mark.
In that moment, it must have hurt a lot.
The man lowered his gaze, staring at the arm in front of him for several seconds. His face, illuminated by the desk lamp, was breathtakingly perfect—his long, thick lashes casting faint shadows over his striking features.
Clearly a man, yet his skin was impossibly flawless—fair, clean, without a single blemish.
Zimei looked at him, transfixed, momentarily dazed.
Ye Cheng seemed to realize the shift in his emotions and was startled.
What on earth was he just thinking!
He and Zimei had nothing to do with each other anymore. He couldn’t let her bruised arm soften his resolve!
Suddenly, the man released her hand.
Zimei looked up in surprise, just in time to see the ointment trace a neat arc before landing in her lap.
"Apply it yourself." Ye Cheng threw out the words, abruptly standing up to put distance between them.
Zimei’s expression froze.
After a long pause, she stood up slowly, clutching the ointment in her hand. The fleeting hurt in her eyes disappeared as she forced a faint smile, walked over, and stood in front of the man. She held out the ointment to him: "You do it for me. Otherwise, I won’t apply it."
Her tone carried a stubbornness, tinged with a hint of childish defiance.
Ye Cheng was momentarily taken aback. He stared at the ointment in silence for a long while, then raised a hand to push it aside: "Do what you want. It’s your pain."
"You’re right, it’s my pain." Zimei nodded softly, then added with a quiet tone, "But it hurts you too—you can’t fool me."
"How presumptuous. It seems Boss Zi has become overly confident since gaining power." Ye Cheng replied coldly.
The smile on Zimei’s face gradually disappeared. She looked at him, her expression serious and sincere: "You hate everything I have now, don’t you?" Thɪs chapter is updated by novèlfire.net
If he could, he’d rather she had nothing. That way...
Ye Cheng forced himself to stop the thought, knowing such hypotheticals were meaningless.
"Boss Zi, we’re not close enough to talk about this. After all, I’ve only visited your club once or twice at most." Ye Cheng’s voice grew icily detached.
Zimei’s face turned pale. After a moment, she withdrew her hand, gripping the ointment tightly. Then, her face lit up again with a flawlessly seductive smile: "Is that so? Then I suppose I’ll have to visit Xingyao more often in the future. After all, Agent Ye is an important client. Alright, let’s get back on topic. I’ll help you find Mr. Gu, and you..."
She paused here, stepping closer to Ye Cheng, bridging the distance between them. Her breath brushed against his ear as she whispered, "You only need to agree to spend one night with me."
Ye Cheng’s face turned ashen, fury flickering in his phoenix eyes.
Seeing his increasingly forbidding expression, Zimei felt a pang in her chest, but her smile was as radiant as ever: "Just teasing. Don’t take it seriously. After all, the men who want to sleep with me couldn’t even be counted on two hands."
"Are you mad? Fine, fine, I won’t joke around."
Zimei waved her hands in quick succession and added, "Actually, what I need is money. After all, the club’s been closed for so long—I’ve suffered massive losses. One hundred million for the news about Mr. Gu. That’s not unreasonable, right?"