Chapter 55: “Can’t satisfy you?”

“…”

Lu Zhao knew what she was asking, but her aggressive attitude grated on him.

He didn’t answer, instead silently removing the blood-soaked bandage, disinfecting the wound, and wrapping it with a fresh one.

“Can you calm down a bit from now on?”

Yan Ruyue, unsatisfied with his deflection, pressed on.

“I asked why you’re here. Why are you engaged to Yu Baiwei? What about… Qingxin?”

“Qingxin knows I’m here. She agreed.”

That left Yan Ruyue stunned. She hadn’t expected her daughter to know.

What was she thinking? Just handing Lu Zhao over like that? Wasn’t she afraid of losing him?

“She agreed to you getting engaged to Yu Baiwei?”

Yan Ruyue couldn’t believe her daughter would be so naive. Her flaws didn’t extend to her brain, did they?

Lu Zhao fell silent. Yan Qingxin didn’t actually know about the engagement part.

His silence sparked a dark fire in Yan Ruyue.

She was always a commanding woman, used to others bending to her will. But this man… this man repeatedly defied her, testing her patience again and again.

You said it yourself… and you broke your promise!

As Lu Zhao scrambled for an explanation, Yan Ruyue grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall.

Before he could react or speak, her lips crashed onto his, rough and demanding.

His eyes widened. What was wrong with this woman—again? Did she even consider where they were?

Her fiery gaze and forceful kiss were her only response.

The air in his lungs dwindled, a familiar dizziness creeping in.

He recalled the last time she was like this—when he’d finally resisted her relentless advances.

She’d pinned him to a wall then too, whispering in his ear, “Remember, you’re mine. You don’t get to say no.”

He pushed weakly at her shoulders, but the strength gap left him like a lamb. Resistance? Not an option.

After what felt like an eternity, she pulled away from his lips, both of them gasping heavily.

“You… listen to me…” Lu Zhao tried to speak, but her bandaged hand clamped over his mouth.

She leaned close, grazing his ear. “Why are you so cheap? Qingxin’s not enough for you? Oh, your body’s honest, though~”

Her narrowed eyes gleamed with mocking disdain, her red lips curling into a scornful arc.

Yanking his collar, she flung him to the floor behind her.

The impact blanked his mind for a moment.

When he came to, his shirt was torn, her bandaged hand back over his mouth.

Her movements reopened the wound, a faint metallic taste of blood filling his mouth.

Her sharp nails raked from his neck to his chest, then lower.

Straddling his waist, she looked down—her favorite position.

Realizing what this madwoman intended, Lu Zhao frantically signaled with his eyes, trying to stop her.

But…

“Mmm~”

The familiar, satisfying sensation brought a hint of ease to Yan Ruyue’s twisted expression.

Lu Zhao’s brows furrowed at the overwhelming, tight stimulation.

Their ingrained rhythm needed no rehearsal, as natural as if it were yesterday.

He closed his eyes, passively accepting the unwanted pleasure.

Seeing this, Yan Ruyue snapped, “Open your eyes! Who said you could close them? Look at me!”

She leaned down, their eyes locking through her hand.

He tried to outstare her with cold indifference, but her anger clearly overpowered any guilt.

His cold gaze turned heated, the roughness smoothed into fluidity.

Her hand had long left his mouth, but he had no words—there was no point.

“Have you done this with that woman? Is she better than me? Hah~”

He gritted his teeth, turning away, but she forced his face back, their lips meeting again.

This time, it wasn’t rough but gentle, like a lover’s kiss.

Outside, Yu Baiwei paced anxiously for nearly half an hour.

Why was it taking so long?

Did explaining things need this much time?

What were they doing?

As time dragged on, her unease grew, a nagging feeling that something bad was happening.

She wanted to barge in, but recalling Yan Ruyue’s earlier intensity, she feared it’d spark another scene.

Ten more minutes, and she couldn’t wait any longer. She turned the doorknob.

The moment she opened the door, she froze, eyes wide, staring at the man and woman on the floor.

What did she see? Or rather, what couldn’t she believe she was seeing?

No… them? How could they?

The door’s sound startled Lu Zhao, but Yan Ruyue’s hand quickly covered his mouth again.

Seeing Yu Baiwei, Yan Ruyue’s flushed face twisted into a triumphant smirk.

“Oh, you’re late. Sorry, I’m borrowing your fiancé for a bit, Sister Baiwei~”

Lu Zhao nearly passed out. Of course, it’s you who’s the real freak.

Yu Baiwei didn’t react to the taunt, but the scene left her speechless.

The raw, vivid sight was too much for an otaku like her, who’d barely interacted with men.

Their heat seemed to spread to her, her cheeks flushing, legs weakening and rubbing together.

Her eyes misted, her breathing growing heavier.

Noticing her reaction, Yan Ruyue delivered the final blow.

“Sister Baiwei, why just stand there? Want to watch… or join?”

Her tongue flicked over her lips, dripping with allure.

As expected, the words turned Yu Baiwei into a steaming, steamless automaton.

Bang.* The door slammed shut.

“Hahaha…”

Yan Ruyue’s breathless, unrestrained laughter filled the room.

Outside, Yu Baiwei slid down the door, clutching her burning face.

Her mind replayed the scene endlessly.

“I didn’t expect… they really…”

Guessing and seeing were worlds apart. She knew she’d never forget that image.

But beneath the overwhelming embarrassment, why did she feel… unwilling?