Chapter 27: You Were the One Who Provoked Me

Gu Pingsheng entered, casting a glance at Li Yueting, who was tidying up the desk.

“The coffee’s gone cold, I’ll get you a fresh cup, Mr. Gu,” Li Yueting said with a smile.

Gu Pingsheng responded with a low “mm,” his head buried in documents.

As Li Yueting picked up the coffee cup, her gaze swept over the phone on the edge of the desk.

...

“I didn’t expect this old man to have such a beautiful daughter. She’ll fetch quite a price, hahahaha.”

“It’s a pity she’s married, the price... but maybe this one’s an exception. That face and figure—makes me want a taste first.”

“You don’t know, just her looks are tempting enough. I heard she married into money. After we’re done, maybe she’ll end up as the father of a rich heir...”

...

Wen Zhixia woke up groggily in the swaying vehicle, barely able to open her eyes enough to see she was inside a van.

“Well, looks like the little beauty’s awake—damn, watch how you drive!”

The driver spat a curse as the van scraped against a turning car.

“I’ll go check,” said the man in the back seat.

“I’m really sorry, my navigation glitched just now and I wasn’t paying attention when turning. How about this, let’s estimate the damages, and I’ll call the insurance company right now,” Zhang Zhiyan said apologetically as he got out of his car.

The man glanced at Zhang Zhiyan’s luxury sedan, noting that there was a woman inside. “You don’t look like someone short on cash. We’ve got urgent matters, no time to wait for insurance. Give us five hundred and we’ll call it even.”

Inside the van, Wen Zhixia recognized the familiar voice and hope sparked in her chest. She reached for the window, tapping on the glass.

“Damn it, you’d better behave, girl,” the driver snarled.

Zhang Zhiyan had no objection to the compensation, but as he was taking out the money, he caught a glimpse of a pale hand beating against the window of their van.

Just as he tried to look more closely, the man blocked his view and snatched the money from Zhang Zhiyan’s hand. “What are you looking at?!”

Zhang Zhiyan withdrew his gaze, smiled faintly, and returned to his own car.

However, as he opened the car door, he looked back once more and this time saw the bracelet on that slender wrist—a bracelet he had seen Wen Zhixia wear before.

Back in his car, Zhang Zhiyan began reversing.

Bang—

His car rammed into the van ahead.

The man demanding compensation, who hadn’t yet gotten back in, was knocked to the ground. The driver, realizing something was wrong, cursed and tried to flee, only to be met with a head-on collision.

The massive impact slammed the driver’s head into the windshield.

Zhang Zhiyan flung open the van’s door and saw Wen Zhixia, cheeks flushed and hands bound. “It really is you. Are you alright?”

Wen Zhixia had no strength to reply. She felt unbearably hot and parched.

The two kidnappers were not fully unconscious, so Zhang Zhiyan didn’t dare linger. He reached out and scooped Wen Zhixia into his arms.

Their skin touched, and Wen Zhixia nuzzled against his chest, pressing her cheek to his neck in search of fleeting relief.

Zhang Zhiyan froze for an instant.

In the car, Wen Zhixia mindlessly tugged at her clothes, murmuring over and over, “Hot... so hot...”

Her collar was half undone, her gaze unfocused, cheeks flushed, and her delicate fragrance—heightened by her fever—wafted through the air. Zhang Zhiyan’s heart tightened, a subtle change flickering in his eyes.

“I’ll take you to the hospital right now,” he said, trying to avert his gaze.

But Wen Zhixia, lost to reason, didn’t hear him at all. Guided by instinct, she leaned toward Zhang Zhiyan. As her lips brushed his Adam’s apple, the last strand of his restraint snapped.

He twisted the steering wheel sharply and pulled over, unfastened his seatbelt, and pinned her against the seat. “Wen Zhixia, you’re the one tempting me.”

His hand moved to her collar.

Her slender, fair neck arched gracefully, reminiscent of a swan gliding across a tranquil pond—dazzling and utterly bewitching.