[Urban] Wild Younger Brother's Domineering Love (Complete) - 5

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Chapter 42 Biting Back

In the shadow of dusk, the massive, dark gray shadow of the banyan tree enveloped the ground beneath their feet. The streetlights shone down, illuminating half the area, while the other half remained shrouded in darkness.

Something glittered in the deep black, like a cheetah stalking its prey. Ye Fan, caught up in the excitement of biting, suddenly shivered, a chill running down his spine in the sweltering summer heat. He stepped back, temporarily letting Liu Lelin go.

Liu Lelin gave a wry smile. The young lady's temper was truly exceptional; even without lifting her clothes to confirm, the pain alone told him the teeth marks were deep. How deep were those teeth marks

? "Hey, are you venting now?"

Ye Fan grinned maliciously. "Not quite!" Heh heh, with the blood already flowing, if she were to truly vent her anger, he wondered if he'd still be angry. Liu Lelin shook her head helplessly, but her eyes held a hint of indulgence.

"But it's so late today, never mind..." Seeing Liu Yelin deliberately put on a relieved expression, Ye Fan's teasing smile widened even more. "I can always make it up next time." Let's see if she dares to tease her again.

Leaving a clearly stunned Liu Yelin behind, Ye Fan jumped out of the car impatiently. She had a vague feeling of unease...

"Go back now, bye-bye." Ye Fan waved, her heart pounding.

Sigh... She wondered if Ye Qing had left yet. What was he back for today? She didn't know how to face Ye Qing, what to say, or should she just remain silent... Deep down, she really wanted to see him, but she couldn't help but sigh. It was better that he was gone. Seeing him would only make things more chaotic. She had finally managed to calm herself down; she couldn't afford to waver at this crucial moment...

The thought of escaping took hold; she didn't want to go home anytime soon, to avoid an awkward situation. Unconsciously, she wandered to the large locust tree. "Finding a place to rest would be good," she thought, but then she sensed something was wrong. She heard breathing beside her...

Before she could even confirm it, she was pulled into a strong embrace. Ye Fan cried out in surprise and struggled frantically, but the other person was incredibly strong, their arms like iron, holding her tightly against the tree trunk. The next second, a sharp pain shot through her neck—

"Ah—you're crazy! Let me go!" Only when she tasted blood did she release him, Ye Qing's voice low and terrifyingly hoarse: "I'm crazy, so crazy I want to kill you!!!" He then sealed her mouth shut, biting and sucking fiercely, his tongue aggressively penetrating Ye Fan's soft mouth, then, as if trying to swallow her whole, sucking her lips and tongue completely into his mouth, leaving her no room to breathe, no chance to think of anything else, no other people.

He pried open Ye Fan's limp legs, taking the opportunity to stand between them, his lower body tightly restraining her weak struggles. His hands slipped inside her clothes, caressing her roughly... He released her just before she suffocated, but the restraint remained. Ye Qing's head pressed against her shoulder, his hot breath hitting Ye Fan's ear, causing her to tremble sensitively.

Ye Fan gasped for breath, but dared not move, because Ye Qing's aroused member was pressing against her lower body. Although she wanted to curse and punch him, she had to hold back. Otherwise, she would be the one to suffer.

After a long silence, when her breathing gradually calmed down, Ye Fan finally spoke: "...Brother, brother...what are you doing here?" Avoiding the sensitive topic, she thought that would make the problem less serious. But she didn't expect that she, who had been reminding herself not to waver, would subconsciously call out "brother."

Ye Qing nibbled on her earlobe and chuckled softly. His tongue licked along her ear to the corner of her mouth, biting hard before pulling away. Looking into her eyes, he slowly said, "You know, Fan'er, I hate your hypocrisy the most... You always call me 'little brother, little brother,' but here..." His fingers slipped under her skirt, pressing against her private parts, "yet you're always wet, trying to seduce me..."

Then he grabbed her legs, wrapping them around his strong waist. Ye Qing hooked one arm around her back and supported her round, shapely legs with the other, walking in another direction.

"Fan'er, I want you, today..."

Chapter 43 Determination

In the night, the black BMW sped along, the wind whipping past the window stinging her face.

Ever since Ye Qing forcibly shoved, or rather carried, into the car, Ye Fan had been in a state of unease. Although she had been somewhat worried when he suddenly attacked her earlier, it was nothing compared to her current anxiety. Who told that damned Ye Qing to say such an ambiguous sentence—"I want you.

" Damn it! How could this be! In a fit of anger, she didn't care about the profanity anymore; this time, she was truly determined to break things off completely with him. "Breaking things off" was inevitable; as the saying goes, "A short pain is better than a long one," she didn't want to use some nonsense like "I don't ask for forever, I just want to have it" to convince herself. She was afraid that once she compromised, she would never be able to let go.

"Ye Qing, stop right there!" Ye Fan's shout was weak in the howling wind, but Ye Qing heard it, so he sped up again. Ye Fan felt like her soul was about to fly away. She struggled to close the car window in the speeding car, trying to calm herself down temporarily. It was smart to be smart and not provoke him anymore; it was a matter of life and death.

Ye Qing's lips curled into a cold smile, like an enraged leopard, proud and dangerous.

"Screech—" The sound of brakes rang out. An ordinary car would probably have been totaled by now, unable to withstand the young master's abuse. Ye Fan pursed her lips, reminding herself to calm down and not panic. But she couldn't calm down immediately—

"Ah—put me down!"

Ye Qing carried Ye Fan directly into the elevator, urgently pressing the button for the 27th floor, then trapping Ye Fan between himself and the elevator, his warm, wet lips pressing down, his body eagerly rubbing against hers.

Startled by Ye Qing's agitation, Ye Fan slightly raised her knee, taking advantage of Ye Qing's distraction to deliver a fatal blow. But her knee hesitated halfway down. Although she didn't approve of his actions, she... couldn't bring herself to hurt him like that.

Ye Qing captured her lower lip, tracing its shape with his tongue, then suddenly bit down hard. Ye Fan let out a muffled groan. He didn't give her a chance to escape, his tongue forcefully probing into her soft mouth, entwining and sucking. Ye Fan gradually softened, and fortunately, she reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, unconsciously responding. Ye Qing chuckled softly in her mouth. By this time, the elevator had already reached the twenty-seventh floor. He kissed her passionately as he led her out of the elevator, then pulled out a room card and brought her inside. He then kicked the door shut, pressed her against the wall, and continued their passionate embrace.

After a long while, he reluctantly released her. Ye Fan was still in a daze, panting heavily. Ye Qing held her tightly in his arms, his face gently rubbing against her cheek, his voice low and seductive: "Was it comfortable, Fan'er?" It took Ye Fan a moment to process what he heard. Before she could respond, Ye Qing suddenly bit her earlobe, ignoring her cries of pain, and said fiercely, "You let him kiss you? Hmm? Was it more comfortable when he kissed you or when I kissed you?"

His hand slipped inside her collar, grabbing her full breasts: "Did he touch you? Like this? Did I touch you and make you uncomfortable? You want to go find other men... You're so naughty, Fan'er..." He pressed her with a voice that was sometimes husky and sometimes soft, "How many men have you let touch you? Situ Jing, or Liu Lelin, or... have they all touched you, hmm?" This clearly showed that he was furious.

Ye Fan pushed him away with all her might, raising her hand to strike, but hesitated and withdrew it. It wasn't just that she couldn't bring herself to do it, it was unnecessary.

"What right do you have to tell me what to do?" She took a deep breath. "What I do is none of your business, and likewise, I won't interfere with what you do. Isn't it better for us to live our own lives? I don't

want to be entangled with you anymore; it's exhausting, you know?" "Shut up!" Ye Qing's eyes were already slightly red, his hands clenched into fists, his body stiff. He reached out to grab her, but Ye Fan didn't intend to stop, moving aside to avoid him. If it's going to be a breakup, then it should be clean. Let her do the cruel thing.

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Chapter 44 Kiss-Goodbye

"I don't know why you're so persistent. Is it because 'what you can't have is always the best'? Ye Qing, let me tell you, don't be greedy. I can't control whether you waste your time and life, but please don't bother me. You'll get married sooner or later, and I can't stay single forever. It's better to break up cleanly now than to make things ugly later, so we don't have to dislike each other!"

"No! I won't allow it!" Ye Qing roared, his anger masking a childlike helplessness and fear.

He stepped forward, uncontrollably pulling Ye Fan tightly into his arms, his body still trembling slightly. She was so calm, as if nothing he said or did would make a difference. But he didn't want this outcome. To push him away, he would have to die!

Ye Fan couldn't breathe properly for a moment. Suppressing the waves of pain in her heart, she continued calmly, "Let me go first, or I promise you'll never find me again."

Hearing this, her slightly trembling body stiffened, then slowly released her, staggering back a step, her eyes hazy. It turned out that, from beginning to end, the most cruel and heartless person was her.

No one turned on the lights. Ye Fan walked to the French windows, pulled them open forcefully, and the colorful neon lights outside instantly flooded the room. Seeing Ye Qing's distraught appearance, Ye Fan's lips trembled slightly, almost giving in. But no! No matter how much pain he looked in now, she would never believe him again. Perhaps, she had never trusted him at all; in fact, she even doubted herself.

This kind of clandestine relationship had no credibility to begin with.

Standing on the twenty-seventh floor, the world became so vast, everything was in sight, everything was under her control. This feeling, even she felt a stirring within her. Leading Ye Qing to the French windows, her smile became enigmatic in the breeze: "Ye Qing, you like this feeling, don't you?" Her voice was gentle as water. Ye Qing was somewhat dazed. She seemed never to have been so gentle with him before. Was this unprecedented moment the last? This woman's gentleness was like poison coated in honey. Her gentleness towards him was merely a way to deceive him, like with a child.

Before he could answer, she continued, "Standing at the highest point, overlooking the world, looking down upon all others—isn't this what you want?" "A golden age"—not a golden age for the world, but a commercial miracle he wanted to create, an indelible, magnificent myth. Standing at the highest point in the world, beyond the reach of others, he would be the supreme ruler. Such a man shouldn't be bound by emotions, and she wasn't the woman who could stand beside him. Still relying on his own two hands? How could that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions closely resemble female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... The sensation is irresistible! Click to enter.

Thinking this, although painful, she felt relieved. She didn't want to be a burden to him, and she didn't want him to regret it later. Leaving like this might still leave her a place in his heart.

"You have your own career to pursue, you can't act impulsively like this. Although you are successful now, it's not enough..." Yes, far from enough, she knew that. That was the Ye Qing she knew, he wouldn't be blinded by immediate gains, nor would he be complacent because of temporary achievements.

"So I have to give you up? I'd rather not have you!" Ye Qing retorted angrily.

"You're a businessman, of course you know that any success comes at a price. Don't make such an impulsive decision, you'll definitely regret it in the future." Ye Fan turned around, reached out, and covered Ye Qing's eyes. The night perfectly enhanced the atmosphere; behind her stretched a vibrant, colorful world. "You only need to turn around or look forward to see what you want. And I won't be the one blinding you..." Her teeth chattered slightly, as if she were extremely cold, yet in the midsummer night, she was unconsciously sweating profusely.

Ye Qing remained silent, the deep pain in his eyes concealed by her. He opened his mouth to say something, but Ye Fan interrupted him.

"Don't say anything..."

Just one second, just one second—in fact, she paused for a second herself—then, she chuckled and released his hand.

"Come on, don't be cynical like someone who's gone bankrupt," she tiptoed, "Give me a kiss..." In a soft murmur, for the first and last time, she pressed her lips to his. Kiss—goodbye.

Before him lay the colorful night, the city's dazzling lights reflecting on his face. In the distance, someone lit a cluster of fireworks, fiery red, burning into a large heart, fleetingly disappearing. Then more fireworks were lit, strings of heart-shaped sparks, dazzlingly bright with a mocking light. But before her eyes was darkness; his pursuit was destined to go against her. So what if she indulged herself one last time? After tonight, their paths would never cross again.

They closed their eyes in tacit agreement, letting light and darkness recede, forgetting the insurmountable chasm, abandoning their faith, and sinking together in this brief moment...

Chapter 45 Severing Ties and Love

Even the hottest days eventually cool down.

A gentle night breeze blew, causing the azure French windows to rise and fall slightly. In the pitch-black room, only the faint light from outside shone in.

In the silent environment, two dark figures stood, the already eerie atmosphere inexplicably stirring a sense of desolation. Neither sat down, nor did they consider changing their posture. Like monuments forged by the passage of time, they remained forever in their fixed places, steadfastly guarding their own territory.

Between them, not far apart, only the gentle swirling of the wind created a fragile silence, one neither willing to break.

After a long while, a soft sigh drifted out, followed by a pause, and finally, a low, melodious female voice echoed in the darkness.

"Let it be like this..." The slender figure turned to the right, facing the tall figure sideways. Lifting her foot, taking a step—everything was so natural, yet so mechanical. The tall figure swayed, one foot twitching almost imperceptibly, but ultimately did not take that step.

The sound of the door opening calmly rang out, creating the illusion of an echo in the empty room. The low, melodious female voice, accompanied by waves of warmth emanating from the hallway, drifted in.

"Ye Qing, no one deserves to be used by you. You have to be responsible for what you do and live with your conscience... Treat her well... I wish you happiness." Tears secretly streamed down her face, unstoppable.

The clicking sound came again, leaving only one person in the room. The man's knuckles clenched so tightly they cracked, then he let them loosen in despair.

She was gone... just like that, gone, taking all his delusions, his youthful dreams, his hopes for the future...

But damn it, he couldn't deny everything she said. She was always so clever, saying nothing, yet seeing everything. She knew his suffering, knew everything, yet cruelly refused to forgive.

"Ha..." He chuckled softly, feeling as if he were in hell. Perhaps she didn't care at all, so what was the point of "forgiveness"?

After tonight, a part of his heart will be forever missing; the only person who could make it whole is gone. It seems nothing he does can move her heart of stone. Fine! Since this is all her sentiment, he also has a gift for her, but he hopes she won't regret it, and more importantly, won't refuse!

As she wishes!

As Ye Fan hurriedly walked home, he gently looked up. It was the season when fireflies were everywhere... His home in the countryside must be beautiful. Many years ago, long before they even knew about love and romance, did they also lie innocently on the lawn, counting the bright stars in the sky? Did they also stroll along the quiet riverbank, picking the most beautiful water hyacinth flower? Did they also wander through the dense woods on summer nights like this, chasing those twinkling sprites?

It was indeed a long time ago, so long that he couldn't even remember... Back then, he must have been mischievous, but back then, who would have really cared about anything about him?

Yes, in their childhood, they never truly cherished it, assuming it would last forever, squandering their time together as if it were their due. But youth gradually eroded their willfulness, ultimately leaving them both wounded—youth flew by like a fleeting shadow, and that simple joy was gone forever.

If she could choose, she wouldn't want to know what affection or love was; then she could possess him with a clear conscience and without hesitation...

The distant song drifted by, silently passing through the quiet night...

Listening to this song repeatedly , she felt sad,

tears streaming down her face .

Jasmine blossoms drifted in the wind,

the road home she walked alone

, perhaps she had taken a wrong turn.

At the end of the road, no one was waiting for her.

Time always brushes past,

shooting stars streak across the sky, leaving nothing behind

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Volume Two: Love, Hate, and Obsession

Chapter 01: Whispers in the Dark Night The

quiet night. A few scattered stars outlined the inky black sky.

A large garden faced a house with its doors and windows tightly shut.

The house was pitch black, and the atmosphere, which should have been quiet, was made ambiguous by the occasional moans of a woman.

"Ah... Jing... slower..." The woman's expression was indistinct in the darkness, but her urgent breaths indicated that she was experiencing both pain and pleasure.

The man did not respond, his lower body continuing its rapid and powerful assault. His purplish-red penis moved in and out of the woman's narrow vagina, causing the vaginal fluid to sizzle and make a "sizzling" sound. Combined with the "slapping" sounds of flesh colliding, the sounds were particularly erotic in the quiet night.

"Oh...don't go out...Jing, I feel uncomfortable...Waaah..."

The man withdrew his penis from the woman's body, immediately eliciting a protest from her.

In the darkness, the man slightly curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a cryptic smile. His large hand with long, slender fingers flipped the woman's soft, boneless body over, teasingly saying, "So impatient? Haven't been fucked in too long...Stick your ass up!"

The woman, lying face down on the light-colored sheets, bit her lower lip in shame, but her body involuntarily obeyed the man's instructions. She supported herself with her hands, raising her buttocks high, revealing her wet, glistening genitals.

"Mmm..." Feeling the man's hot, hard object approaching, the woman let out an unbearable moan through her nose. Then she heard the man's wicked command: "Open your little hole yourself, or I won't come in..." His enormous penis rubbed against the woman's private parts, barely touching them, but refusing to penetrate. He calmly waited for her to walk into his trap.

Her blush deepened, though it wasn't visible in the darkness, she still felt embarrassed. However, she was already quite content. Aside from making love, they had very few opportunities to be together, and the man was always taciturn in her presence. Hearing his pleasant voice in bed was enough for her. Even the humiliation in his tone didn't seem so important anymore.

Thinking this, the woman suddenly felt relieved. As long as there was some change, no matter the reason, there was still hope, wasn't there?

Besides... they hadn't made love in a long time; she had even thought he had abandoned her! Now was not the time to think about such discouraging things.

"Mmm... Jing, it's so good... Hurry up..." She turned her head to find the man's alluring red lips, and the man surprisingly leaned in and kissed her.

"Mmm..." As their lips and tongues intertwined, the woman let out a soft moan of pleasure. She loved his taste; his kisses were lingering and passionate, always giving the recipient the illusion of being loved. And she was deeply intoxicated by this self-deception.

A large, hot hand reached out from under the woman's armpits, grasping her heavy, snowy breasts, caressing and kneading them like the most tender and affectionate lover. Her rosy nipples were already hard as pebbles. Her red lips were sealed, and the woman, overwhelmed by pleasure, could only manage a few sighs through the gaps in their intertwined lips. Even a saint would find it hard to resist such a delicate and seductive voice, let alone the man making love with her.

"Oh! Shout it out so I can hear it... you slut!" The man released her fragrant lips, the silver thread connecting their lips snapping, the glistening strand retreating back to her lips, still carrying a hint of warmth, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

The woman swayed her hips even more wantonly; her many acts of lovemaking had taught her which positions were most beautiful, which movements would bring the greatest pleasure to both of them.

She braced her hands on the bed as a fulcrum, her lower body constantly thrusting back to meet the man's thrusts. Her bright red anus, due to the position, kept bumping against the man's thick pubic hair, causing an unbearable itch.

"Ah... so itchy..." The constant friction in her anus only intensified the discomfort, the emptiness causing her to actively wriggle her hips, rubbing vigorously against his coarse pubic hair.

"Hmm—itching? You little slut, are you feeling empty, wanting me to fuck you hard? Say it!" With that, he thrust in again, bringing the woman to an instant orgasm.

"Ahhh—" Her front hole was spasming and contracting intensely, while her back hole was opening and closing hungrily. Her body, already accustomed to being played with by a man's large penis, was far from satisfied. Before the afterglow of her orgasm had faded, she tasted another wave of even more unbearable lust. Her red, opening and closing anus even secreted clear intestinal fluid, which, combined with the vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina, was already glistening wet.

"Ah...it's so itchy, so empty, hurry up and fuck me...um, I can't take it anymore..."

Almost ejaculating from her tight pussy, the man paused, gritting his teeth, "Where do you want me to fuck you, um, you slut?"

"Ugh, you're making me say it...hurry up and fuck my ass...um...fuck me hard, Jing..."

"You slut, you're really wanting to be fucked!" Unable to endure any longer, he pulled out his increasingly swollen penis, positioned the woman on her side, lifted one of her legs, aimed his penis at her thirsty ass from the side, lowered his waist, and thrust it all the way in...

"Ugh—yes, that's it, fuck this slut to death, um—"

"Oh! So tight, so good, fuck you to death, you slut!"

The man and woman, lost in passion, were completely different from their usual selves, utterly depraved... Under the frenzied fucking, both men reached the pinnacle of pleasure .

With the final thrust, so intense, the testicles slapped against the woman's vulva, one of them even getting bitten by the powerfully contracting vagina!

"Ah—I'm coming, I'm coming all of you, you slut!"

"Ugh...give it all to me...I love you..." In her final, dazed moment, the woman actually shouted out her long-buried secret...

"Love"? The afterglow of the climax hadn't faded yet, but upon hearing this word, the man merely curled his lips in disdain.

Chapter 2 An Unconventional Blind Date Experience

"Xiao Fan."

"Hey!" Ye Fan, who was cutting potatoes, was somewhat surprised and looked up to meet his mother's questioning gaze.

"Tell me honestly, did you two have a fight?" Yuan Zhouqin paused her work, determined to get to the bottom of things. Ye Fan lowered his head and continued cutting potatoes, trying to hide his unease.

"Mom, why do you say that? We're fine." Did his mother figure something out? It didn't make sense; Ye Qing hadn't been home recently, how did she figure it out?

Yuan Zhouqin wasn't fooled at all: "Oh? Really fine? Look at what you've cut?" Ye Fan stared at his cut spoils for a long time before realizing what his mother meant. Oh, look what she's done! The cutting board is piled high with shredded potatoes and... carrots—she's so lost in thought that she's just chopping whatever's at hand.

Helplessly, she looks up again: "Can't potatoes and carrots be eaten together?" With an innocent expression, Yuan Zhouqin hums and raises an eyebrow, not calling out her clumsy lie. Everyone in the family knows that Ye Fan hates carrots but loves potatoes. If they were really mixed together, it wouldn't be unpalatable for others, but for her, that's another story.

"What's wrong with telling Mom? Isn't it normal for young people to argue? Relationships require mutual understanding. You're twenty-five and still getting angry so easily... It's all Mom's fault. I didn't pay much attention to your relationship before. This is your first relationship at this age, so some conflicts are normal. When are you going to bring your boyfriend home for Mom and Dad to meet? Hehe, don't try to hide it from Mom anymore, I saw it that time."

Yuan Zhouqin rattled off a whole bunch of things, leaving Ye Fan completely confused. What was going on? "Boyfriend," "argument"? Such a vivid imagination!

Ye Fan laughed out loud, realizing she'd misunderstood. Her mother was always so nonsensical.

"What boyfriend? Mom, don't talk nonsense. Haha, how did you see him? Or did your future son-in-law appear in your dream?" She admired herself; no matter her mood, she could always put on a cheerful expression and chat amiably.

Yuan Zhouqin was truly stunned this time. This girl, even after all this, still wanted to hide it? Or had she really misunderstood? Impossible! She forcefully denied this fact she least wanted to hear in her heart.

"Didn't you go to his house last time? I heard everything, oh, and even saw the young man. He was quite nice. Your father and I won't object. You child, still hiding things from your parents!"

She put the chopped potatoes and carrots into a bowl, then raised her hand and swore, "Mom, if I'm lying to you, may I be cursed to never get married, okay?" After saying that, she felt a pang of guilt. She was only referring to this one matter; other things didn't count.

Was it that serious? Yuan's mother was skeptical, but said nothing more, ladling the cooked dishes onto plates and taking them out, leaving Ye Fan alone in the kitchen.

Outside the kitchen, Yuan Zhouqin took out her phone and quietly dialed a number. Once connected, she spoke mysteriously to the other person: "Sister Wang... is it still possible to talk about that thing from last time...? I'm so worried about it, Xiaofan doesn't even have a boyfriend... Okay, I'll talk to her about it later, this time I'll drag her there no matter what... Hehehehehe..."

Ye Fan, who was cooking, suddenly shivered. Hmm, a bad omen!

*** *** ***

Ye Fan wore a blue floral dress, her hair simply tied in a ponytail. Her rounded earlobes were bare, because she didn't have pierced ears. To avoid looking too shabby, she reluctantly wore a delicate silver necklace. She wore light-colored five-centimeter high heels (not too high), carried a small embroidered handbag, and the most eye-catching color on her entire outfit was her light pink belt.

If it were up to her own preference, she'd rather wear a suit and tie with big sunglasses... to a blind date!

Yes! No doubt about it, a blind date. The clothes her mother had prepared for her were still lying on the bed. She glanced at the revealing dress, and her head started throbbing again. It's just a blind date, right? Did they have to make her look like she couldn't get married, like a slut desperate to seduce anyone?

She tugged at her skirt; this was a dress she'd managed to get, at least better than the one lying on the bed. She secretly slipped something into her bag, then pushed open the door and went out. After refusing her mother's "kind" offer of a ride, her eyes sparkling, she hailed a taxi a minute later.

It wasn't that she was in a hurry; she just couldn't handle her mother's enthusiasm.

Unlike many young people who were averse to blind dates, she was actually quite curious and found it amusing. In her view, blind dates weren't a serious matter; after all, if you didn't agree, would anyone force you?

Her life was just too boring, lacking novelty and excitement. But she couldn't bring herself to do anything too outrageous. So, why would she refuse something so "harmless"—a free meal, a way to kill time, and maybe even a chance to admire a handsome man?

The other person was a returnee from overseas. When her mother inquired about him from Aunt Wang, Aunt Wang, in her excitement, blurted out "Little Bao'er." Ye Fan froze for a full ten seconds before bursting into laughter. She barely managed to suppress her laughter under her mother's blatant "hint," which nearly made her eyes roll back.

She knew it was impolite, but what could she do when it was so funny and came so unexpectedly? But Aunt Wang wasn't angry. She proudly boasted to them about how outstanding "Little Bao'er" was, how close she and he were, and so on. She concluded that Aunt Wang and the man's mother were childhood best friends, and that her best friend was actually a wealthy family's illegitimate daughter who had been separated from her family and later married into a wealthy family. They had maintained contact, though they hadn't seen each other for several years...

Ye Fan thought to himself that the man might only have come because of his mother's influence. It was understandable that she thought this way; a successful and wealthy man wouldn't have trouble finding women. Based on her years of social experience, she knew it was impossible!

But perhaps Aunt Wang was exaggerating. After all, although she kept saying they were close, she had never actually met him. What if he was unattractive, looking like a slovenly middle-aged man, wearing a suit jacket, shorts, and slippers...? The words of the "excellent" sea turtle sent a chill down her spine. The driver timely interrupted her vivid daydream: "Miss, we've arrived."

"Ah? Oh..." Shaking her head, she snapped out of her reverie, paid the fare, pulled a black hat from her bag, put it on, and stepped out of the car. To leave an "unforgettable" impression on the unknown "uncle," forgive her unconventional style.

Pulling the brim down forcefully, she calmly walked into the restaurant amidst the surprised gazes of the waiters and surrounding customers. Reaching the second floor, she cautiously glanced at her reserved table, finding someone already seated there. From the back and clothing, there was no indication of anything perverted, so she continued towards her destination with her head down.

Standing beside the person, without even glancing at them, she pulled off her hat in what she considered her coolest pose, and even narcissistically swung her ponytail, saying, "Excuse me, are you 'Little Treasure'?"

Silence.

This was the first time in Ye Fan's twenty-five years of life that she had been so "treasure-like," probably because the other person had the nickname Little Treasure. Anyway, she didn't care about losing face. She'd already been bound by enough things in her life; she wanted to live as she pleased, except...

"Pfft—" The man was initially taken aback by her entrance, but after realizing what she meant, he couldn't help but laugh. Ye Fan was quite displeased; she wasn't angry at being called "Little Treasure"? Well done, quite composed. So she turned her gaze to him, taking a closer look at this so-called blind date for the first time. Upon seeing him, she was shocked, extending her index finger trembling: "Situ Jing, it's you?"

Situ Jing stared at her with interest. Ye Fan composed herself, regaining her nonchalant expression, and then asked, "Are you waiting for someone? Looks like I've come to the wrong place. Sorry, Manager, have a pleasant date." Just as she was about to leave, Situ Jing spoke up: "Sit down. You even called her by her nickname, of course you have to take responsibility."

Ye Fan was dumbfounded, but on the surface, she maintained her composure. Sitting down opposite him, she smiled and said, "Someone else has called the General Manager by her nickname before. I think she'll be very happy to hear that."

"I don't care what others think, but you... I care a lot about you..." Situ Jing's alluring peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and Ye Fan immediately heard gasps from other places, thinking that this devilish charmer was indeed a ladies' man. But Situ Jing remained calm, completely disregarding how many innocent girls were falling for his irresistible charm. He simply stared at Ye Fan with unfathomable eyes, his brown eyes half-closed, a mysterious light flashing within their hazy gaze.

That look made Ye Fan instinctively uneasy, and it kept growing...

"The General Manager is indeed humorous." Not wanting to deal with the malicious teasing of these rich young men, Ye Fan smiled faintly. From the moment she saw Situ Jing, she became even more certain that this blind date was destined to be fruitless.

It seemed she had been too naive at first. She hadn't encountered a slovenly old man; he was more like a heartless monster. She wisely chose not to provoke him.

"Call me by my name, no need for 'General Manager' all the time. Or do you prefer my nickname?" He smiled mockingly, neither confirming nor denying her earlier question, and called over a waiter, saying, "What would you like to drink?"

"Lemon juice, please," Ye Fan replied habitually. She rarely drank other beverages, not because she loved lemon juice—though she didn't dislike its taste—but simply out of habit. Many people are accustomed to something because they like it, but she liked it because she was used to it. Perhaps she didn't truly like it, only superficially.

She didn't want to interact with Situ Jing much; it was unnecessary. She had a feeling she'd been tricked.

"Xiao Fan, we really are destined to meet." Ye Fan felt awkward hearing him call her "Xiao Fan," secretly rubbing her skin, and scoffed. Who's destined to meet a monster like you?

That's what she thought, but she still replied perfunctorily, "It's my honor to have the General Manager's company." Of course, she would be even more honored if he could shut up.

Situ Jing tilted his head slightly, staring at her for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "Really? Then call me 'Jing' and let me hear it." His eyes actually blinked brightly, and Ye Fan was truly stunned this time. She shuddered, looked him up and down suspiciously, and then, as if she understood something, rested her left elbow on the table, rested her chin on the back of her hand, and asked lazily, "Is there something you need, General Manager? Just say it."

Situ Jing raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He also imitated Ye Fan, resting one hand on the table, his long, clean fingers lightly stroking his beautifully shaped chin, and said, "Little Fan is so smart. Can you guess what it is?"

Ignoring his teasing gesture, she took a sip of the cold, sour lemon juice, frowned slightly, and thought, "Hmm, today's lemon juice is quite sour." Her mind raced, trying to figure out what Situ Jing could possibly have to do with her. Aside from their boss-employee relationship, they had absolutely no connection. Although they had attended parties together before, it was all at Situ Jing's request, and she had even received overtime pay (meaning it was considered work-related), so they didn't interact at all privately.

Ye Fan secretly wondered if she had done something detrimental to the company. But today was supposed to be a blind date; did he already know she was the one? Come to think of it, not everyone was as indifferent to their blind date as she was, not even bothering to know their real name.

"I'm not interested in 'guessing'." The implication was: you're boring.

Situ Jing ignored her sarcasm and continued casually, "How about being my girlfriend?"

Ye Fan was visibly taken aback, but quickly regained her composure. She hadn't expected him to say anything reasonable; she couldn't expect something sensible from a dog's mouth. Besides, his words weren't very credible.

After a pause, seeing Situ Jing staring at her awaiting an answer, Ye Fan coldly said, "Not so good." Situ Jing smiled, brushed aside a tuft of hair covering her eyes, and suddenly said very seriously, "Starting today, we're officially dating." Before Ye Fan could voice her objections, she added, "This is an order from a superior to a subordinate. Didn't you call me 'General Manager'?"

"What do you mean?" Ye Fan wasn't in a hurry; things weren't that simple. She didn't think Situ Jing was interested in her; in fact, she guessed correctly.

"I need a woman as a cover." He was very direct. Ye Fan frowned: "Why? I think I need to know the truth before making a decision, what do you think?"

Situ Jing leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, as if recalling something. After a moment, she slowly opened her eyes and explained the reason.

Situ Jing's grandfather, Situ He, only had one son, Situ Jing's father, Situ Haotian. Thirty years ago, Situ Haotian and Lu Shuilin married for business reasons. A few years later, after Lu Shuilin gave birth to their youngest son, Situ Jing, Situ Haotian began staying out all night. Actually, he hadn't been home often before, but at that time he simply lived elsewhere.

The already cold family became even more unhappy. When Situ He went to his villa to look for him, he found Situ Haotian with another man. He was furious, but Situ Haotian was determined not to separate from his lover. Situ He threatened to sever their father-son relationship, and then Situ He eloped with his lover. A year later, Situ Haotian was brought back to the Situ family home by an acquaintance. He was emaciated and disheveled.

It turned out that the man had swindled him out of all his money before running off with another man. What he believed to be true love was nothing but a deception, a joke! Losing both his money and his lover, he became depressed and fell seriously ill. Two months after returning to the Situ family home, he succumbed to his illness.

The Situ family suffered a devastating blow, their vitality severely weakened. Who would have thought that a year ago, Situ Jing's elder brother, Situ Yu, would repeat the same mistake, falling in love with a man. Despite strong opposition from his family, he stubbornly persisted, eloping with his lover a month ago, just like his father .

Situ He was both furious and heartbroken, his heart condition relapsed, and he was hospitalized.

Chapter 3: The Transaction

Now, the Situ family's only hope lies with Situ Jing. However, while Situ Jing hasn't shown any signs of liking men, he hasn't had a steady girlfriend either.

"Is your grandfather worried that you also like men?" Even the most composed person couldn't help but be moved by such a story. Ye Fan opened her mouth wide and asked slowly.

Seeing Situ Jing nod slowly, Ye Fan still asked her question: "So, are you or aren't you?" Situ Jing raised her head, calmly meeting her gaze: "What do you think?" Ye Fan awkwardly looked away. Maybe, she thought.

"The old man made a will stating that I must marry a woman before I can inherit 'He Yu'."

Ye Fan understood. So that's how it is. Seeing her sudden realization, Situ Jing felt a surge of displeasure. "What do you know? I only agreed because I saw the old man suffer like this after a lifetime of hard work. As for 'He Yu'... no one else has a chance but me." A flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes.

Ye Fan looked at him, feeling a pang of pity. He had never experienced the warmth of a family since childhood, and now the burden of the family fell entirely on his shoulders. Perhaps he lacked a sense of security, afraid to trust anyone, preferring to pour all his passion into his career. But he was also strong and didn't need her pity.

She looked away, hoping he would meet someone who could make him lower his guard. Of course, that person was definitely not her.

"Why me?" With his abilities, he could easily find someone more outstanding and persuasive than himself, while she was just an ordinary person who drifted along.

Situ Jing stared at her intently, seemingly weighing something. After a moment, he said firmly, "Because you won't cling to me after things are over." Ye Fan chuckled. Was that a compliment?

"Okay, then tell me, what benefits do I get?" She wasn't some pushover, and besides, it was marriage! Marriage!! She needed a reasonable reason.

This was within Situ Jing's expectations; he would only worry if she didn't want anything. This was perfect, no debts owed. So he said, "What do you want? Money?"

Ye Fan shook her index finger: "No, too much money is too troublesome. As for what I want... I haven't thought of it yet, we'll talk about it later. Of course, if you're not afraid I'll be 'greedy', how about it?"

"Okay, I'll print two copies of the contract." That would be best, otherwise there would be no proof later. Ye Fan nodded. She had no concerns. She was single, so of course she could agree; she was bored anyway.

"However, I have a few conditions," she added, seeing that Situ Jing was listening. "First: unless absolutely necessary, our relationship shouldn't be made public at the company for now; second: you must remember that we're only in a fake marriage, and you're not allowed to do anything inappropriate to me. During this period, neither of us will interfere with the other's private life."

Situ Jing gave her a critical look, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Don't worry, I won't be indiscriminate." Ye Fan wasn't angry, just smiled faintly. "That's for the best. I don't just take a liking to anyone."

"You have to cooperate and play your part well; the old man isn't so easily fooled."

Ye Fan nodded. "Of course, I'll try my best to cooperate in front of your family. When will it end?"

"After I successfully take over 'Heyu'."

She nodded, saying, "Don't you find it strange that I agreed so readily?" Situ Jing stared at her with a half-smile, as if to say: You yourself are an oddity.

Ye Fan pretended not to notice.

"Actually, even I find it strange." At least before, she wasn't such an impulsive person. She took another sip of lemon juice, and, well, it was still so sour. She suddenly patted her chest, as if still shaken: "You should thank your grandfather for not threatening you that you could only inherit 'Heyu' after you had a child." Speaking of which, was he gay or not?

Suddenly, something occurred to her: "Did you already know that the blind date was me, or was this all your doing?"

Her lazy tone: "What do you think?"

Chapter 4 The Beginning of the Conspiracy The

sea-blue floor-to-ceiling curtains were half-drawn, and the desolate night outside seeped in little by little, eroding the originally warm air.

The room was so quiet that the ticking of the clock on the pale blue wall could be heard. Through the faint light from outside the window, the position indicated by the clock could be vaguely discerned—twelve o'clock.

The spacious living room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, and various bottles of wine were piled up haphazardly on the dark blue crystal table. The handsome, aloof man now lay limply on the table like a wounded beast. His deep eyes were closed, his brows furrowed, and his thin, sensual lips pressed into a straight line. Even so, his innate domineering and sharp aura remained undiminished.

As if enduring immense pain, his brows furrowed even more deeply, and he murmured something under his breath. Suddenly, he shuddered uncontrollably and awoke from his dream. The content of the dream vanished the moment he awoke, but the piercing feeling and profound despair gripped his heart like an invisible hand, suffocating him.

His eyes were glazed, and his head throbbed; he was clearly still not fully recovered from his drunkenness. He ran his large hand haphazardly through his disheveled hair, groaning in pain. He staggered to his feet, unsure of what to do, yet feeling as if he had forgotten something. It seemed as if he had forgotten something very important.

Although her mind was blank and couldn't make sense of anything, the pain seeped into her body like air, penetrating every pore.

With a thud, the man collapsed onto the soft wool carpet. He didn't feel much physical pain, but his mind became even more confused. Finally, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

"Fan'er..." a murmur escaped intermittently, suppressed yet tender, fervent yet heartbroken.

Liu Xuelian drove to Ye Qing's upscale apartment in Cuizhu Garden. The doorman knew she was Ye Qing's girlfriend and didn't give her any trouble.

She took the elevator to the twenty-seventh floor. She didn't have a key to the room, and Ye Qing never let her stay overnight. She reached out to ring the doorbell; even though it was midnight, she didn't consider the inappropriateness of doing so. The thought of disturbing others was something she lacked.

Her nose keenly detected the scent of alcohol. Liu Xuelian frowned and noticed the door was only slightly ajar. Without lingering, she pushed the door open and entered. The room was pitch black, and Liu Xuelian, unable to adjust at first, switched on the light switch. The sudden light illuminated the chaotic state of the hall.

A strong smell of alcohol hit her, and she covered her nose, her eyes scanning the surroundings. Ye Qing's disheveled figure came into view, and it took Liu Xuelian a long time to recognize him—the usually sharp and cold Ye Qing. She knelt down beside him and softly called, "Ye Qing?"

Ye Qing, trapped in a nightmare, vaguely heard a soft female voice in his ear and felt the warmth of a woman's body. Like a drowning man grasping at a straw, he abruptly lifted himself up and pulled the woman into his arms. Before Liu Xuelian could even feel the surprise of his unprecedented enthusiasm, she was violently pushed away.

"Who are you?" Ye Qing seemed agitated. The expensive perfume he had just smelled didn't belong to Ye Fan; she never wore perfume, yet always carried a faint, pleasant fragrance. Her blurry eyes stung from the sudden burst of light, and her tone turned harsh. "You're not Fan'er! You, get out!" She pointed a finger at a random spot, her voice slightly muffled, yet still carrying a childish accusation—why wasn't she Ye Fan?

"Fan'er?" Liu Xuelian frowned, her eyes flashing dangerously. A delicate face flashed in her mind—could it be Ye Fan? Suddenly, a scene from the birthday party flashed into her mind—Ye Qing pulled her into his arms from behind Ye Fan, his face filled with anger and tension.

Could they have a secret relationship? But how could that be? They were siblings… At the time, although she had suspected it, she hadn't truly considered that shameful possibility. But now…

Liu Xuelian glared at Ye Qing with hatred. But Ye Qing had fallen to the ground again, fast asleep, his lips barely moving. She pressed her ear close, and after a long pause, she finally recognized his voice: "Fan'er... don't leave me..."

Anger and contempt surged through her like a tidal wave, and Liu Xuelian almost fainted from the sudden, overwhelming surge of emotion. Look what she knew! Incest between siblings?! The feeling of humiliation made her want to tear something apart. No wonder the siblings always gave her an ambiguous feeling; even if they weren't particularly affectionate, the subtle connection was something no one else could intrude upon. No

wonder Ye Qing was always so cold towards her, never taking the initiative to be close, not even a hug was so perfunctory. She had originally thought it was just his cold nature. Although he appeared cold towards her, he only had her by his side; he would eventually be hers, Liu Xuelian. But who knew there was such a despicable vixen!

"Ye, Fan," she gritted her teeth, wishing she could tear her apart. Her beautiful face was contorted with mad jealousy, and she cursed, word by word, "You bitch, I'll make you regret ever being born, I'll make you wish you were dead!!"

Seeing Ye Qing's pained sleeping face, her alluring eyes quickly darkened, as if even the bright light couldn't penetrate them. They were unfathomable, eerily unsettling, like a wicked witch casting a spell, bloodthirsty and fanatical.

She slowly approached Ye Qing, her body enveloped in a chilling aura that made the drowsy Ye Qing shiver. A smile widened on her lips, but it was devoid of genuine joy, like a monster about to devour flesh, cold and strange. She gently helped Ye Qing sit up, moving him step by step towards the bedroom. Even as his weight made it difficult to breathe, she showed no sign of discomfort. Her senses were consumed by hatred, unable to perceive anything else...

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Early morning, the rising sun cast its gentle rays, and slivers of dawn peeked through the curtains. A warm and cozy morning.

Ye Qing awoke from her sleep, feeling parched and with a splitting headache. Slowly opening her eyes, her consciousness not yet fully awake, she already felt something was amiss. The thin blanket felt wonderful, soft and smooth. He wasn't wearing any clothes! Something warm pressed against her back—it was… Her heart pounded, and she quickly turned her head, only to see a familiar face. Liu Xuelian opened her eyes, gazing at him tenderly, unblinking.

Ye Qing's already cold face seemed to be covered in frost. He sprang up, quickly putting on his clothes, completely ignoring Liu Xuelian's exposed, curvaceous body. His icy eyes revealed undisguised disgust as he harshly said, "Get out! Disappear from my sight immediately. Don't force me to lay a hand on a woman!"

Liu Xuelian was deeply embarrassed, her resentment deepening. But she laughed, saying smugly, "It's no use being angry. What's done is done, hehe."

"Get out!!" Ye Qing clenched his fists, abruptly turned and walked out of the bedroom, slamming the door shut with a loud "bang."

Liu Xuelian slowly got up, dressed, picked up her purse, and as she walked out the door, a sinister glint appeared in her eyes.

Hmph! Just wait and see, neither Ye Qing nor that vixen will have a peaceful life. She, Liu Xuelian, has never failed to get what she wants!

Ye Qing rushed into the study and collapsed into a chair. What exactly happened last night? No matter how hard he tried to recall, he had no clue, and his headache only worsened. Frustrated, he punched the table, causing the computer and books on it to slump onto the table and floor in various ways.

The mahogany desk seemed to have been dented, and streaks of blood seeped from the back of his hand, the dark red blood blending with the desk. Ye Qing buried his face in his hands, remaining silent for a long time before his shoulders began to tremble slightly.

When I finally looked up, the sun was fully up, another bright and sunny day. I picked up a photo frame on the table. The woman in the picture had her head slightly tilted, her clear eyes gazing out the window. Her delicate face, serene aura, and silent wisdom conveyed a profound understanding of the world, yet also an inescapable sorrow. This contradictory combination didn't seem jarring; its gentle, flowing beauty could captivate anyone's gaze.

The woman in the photo seemed to be turning her head and smiling at me. Her full lips curved slightly, as if soothing, yet also mocking the world.

"Fan'er... Fan'er..." A silent call, so tender it could easily bring tears to my eyes. "Why can you despise everything, yet be unable to cast aside this mundane world? Why can you be gentle to everyone else, yet hurt me so ruthlessly?"

He was unwilling...

Slowly, he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and gently placed a kiss on the woman's fair profile in the photograph. It was just a touch as light as a feather, yet he couldn't help but tremble all over, like a withered leaf unable to withstand a raging storm, waiting for spring's arrival, waiting for spring's light footsteps, for the last lingering smile it would reveal.

And then, he fell... fell

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