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Feiyan was both flustered and furious. “Shameless! Who’s playing hard to get with you?”
“Oh?” Li Yanci narrowed his eyes, his large hand gripping Feiyan’s slender waist as it began to roam freely.
Feiyan was horrified. “You scoundrel! I’ll call the police—I’ll sue you!”
“Hah!” Listening to her feeble threats, Li Yanci chuckled. “The thief crying ‘stop thief’? Should I call the police for you?”
Feiyan suddenly couldn’t utter a word and was consumed by her thoughts.
What did he mean by ‘the thief crying stop thief’?
Did he think she had deliberately climbed into his bed to seduce him? What a despicable man!
It wasn’t until he took her phone, Feiyan realized he was searching through it.
Li Yanci quickly cracked her passcode, flipping through the contents, only to find it empty.
He lifted his gaze to Feiyan, skepticism in his eyes. “You didn’t take any?”
“Take what?” Feiyan was utterly confused and leaned forward to grab her phone.
Li Yanci raised his hand, causing her to miss and, by sheer misfortune, tumble right back against his chest.
Flustered, she tried to pull away, but a powerful arm pinned her down. His large hand gripped her slender waist, holding her in place as the firmness of his chest pressed against her softness. He lowered his head slightly, his warm breath brushing her ear in an intimate tease, his voice low and seductive. “The video of us making love last night.”
“Shameless!” Feiyan was forced to rest against his shoulder, her face flushing involuntarily at his words. “Why… why would I film something like that?”
Was he really this full of himself?
Seeing her innocent, flustered expression—one that didn’t seem like a lie—Li Yanci arched a brow and handed the phone back to her.
Feiyan snatched it and scrambled backward, putting distance between them.
Just then, a knock sounded at the hotel door.
“Come in.”
His trusted subordinate, Xi Lin, entered respectfully, carrying a tray. “Young Master Li, the items you requested.”
Taking the items from the tray, Li Yanci shot Xi Lin a frosty glare. “At this point, you might as well stop working for me. How could security fail so badly that someone managed to compromise me?”
Xi Lin bowed his head dutifully. “I await your punishment, Young Master Li.”
That morning, when he’d received the young master’s message, he had been just as shocked.
A woman had inexplicably appeared in Li Yanci’s bed—that kind of improper relationship had occurred. If word of this got out, especially if it reached certain parties in the capital, it would undoubtedly be twisted into salacious gossip and used against them.
He had immediately gone to check the surveillance footage.
Ignoring Xi Lin for now, Li Yanci handed Feiyan a set of women’s clothing.
Feiyan stared in disbelief. “F-for me?”
Li Yanci’s tone was mocking. “Who else here do you think wears women’s clothes?”
“Or would you rather strut around in nothing but my shirt—no bra, no underwear?”
Feiyan’s cheeks burned, and she abruptly looked away, unable to form a coherent response.
Who would want to wear his disgusting clothes?! Shameless! Feiyan mentally exclaimed
Feiyan’s face flushed red again as she took the clothes. “I’ll change in the bathroom.”
Inside the bathroom, she yanked off Li Yanci’s shirt, immediately feeling relieved to be free of his wild, lingering scent.
The outfit he had prepared for her was a beautifully elegant dress with a classical touch, made of high-quality fabric. But that wasn’t the main point—what really stunned her was that the new underwear was exactly her size, fitting her perfectly.
Feiyan cursed Li Yanci in her heart again.
Pervert! Shameless!
When she stepped out, she saw Li Yanci—now fully dressed—sitting on the sofa, scrolling through his phone. The next second, he crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”
Feiyan couldn’t help but to raise a brow.
Did he think she would just obey like a dog?
Feiyan wanted nothing more than to slap him and storm out in a dramatic exit. But remembering his intimidating aura and bull-like strength, she knew escape was impossible. Reluctantly, she walked over.
“What do you want?”
Li Yanci handed her the phone and tilted his chin slightly. “The truth—I think you should know.”
Feiyan took the phone suspiciously. A surveillance video was playing, detailing the entire incident from the day before. The further she watched, the more her body trembled.
“Mom, make sure Feiyan drinks this glass of wine later. There’s something mixed in it.”
“Of course. Chairman Jiang next door is waiting for her. If the Yun family wants to climb higher, we need connections with wealthy people like him. Once she’s defiled by Jiang, our family will have his financial backing. Zilin would never want a woman who’s been used—he’ll belong to you alone.”
“That fake heiress Feiyan really thinks the Yun family is her home. She’s nothing but a pawn.”
The voices of the Yun mother and daughter echoed from the video.
“……”
Feiyan’s eyes gradually reddened.
She’s so happy at yesterday’s birthday banquet. Ever since the Yun family brought back their real daughter, Yun Qingyu, from the orphanage when she was twelve, Feiyan—the fake heiress—had become an insignificant afterthought in the household.
They even forced her to change her name, stripping her from the family registry.
Even her eighteenth birthday had been spent alone in the attic. But she hadn’t felt sad—in fact, she’d been grateful. After all, the Yun family had at least let her stay instead of throwing her out onto the streets.
So, when they said they were throwing her a grand twentieth birthday banquet to make up for everything, she had been overjoyed. She didn’t need compensation—just a little love would have been enough.
But what awaited her was a scheme. The Yun family had kept her only as a pawn for their own ambitions.
No wonder she had gotten drunk after just one glass—it had been spiked with a potent drug.
Li Yanci watched Feiyan’s tearful expression and offered a gentle reminder, “If it hurts too much, you don’t have to keep watching.”
The next part of the video would be even more devastating. She wouldn’t be able to bear it.