JinHai. Nightfall.
YiBai Grand Hotel.
The room is magnificently elegant with meticulous handcrafted decorations, exuding an elaborate Italian style of classic and vintage flavor and colors. Suddenly, an ambiguous moan erupts from the grand bed. "Um…"
Two passionate bodies intertwined. The woman's soft touch causes Pei Shaobei, who always has strict demands on himself, to have his self-control shattered. Sensation seems to have overtaken his logic. He parts her legs, and at the brink of entry, his rational side is abruptly pulled back into focus.
No, he can't! This is a stranger, he cannot be tempted, he can't give others a handle against him.
He jerks up suddenly, grabs the silk quilt to cover the woman's body, breathes heavily, closes his eyes abruptly, and waits until the passion recedes, then swaps back into his own clothes.
Looking down at the nude woman who appeared on his bed after his bath, his face is dark as a storm, and his eyes flicker with an intense murderous look.
What a willingly presented woman. Pei Shaobei picks her up with the quilt and throws her into the bathtub in the bathroom.
He turns on the shower, and cold water pours down.
"Ah—" WenYu is suddenly awakened by the icy water. Her big eyes look around in confusion, where is this?
"Speak, who sent you here?!" The man's tone carries an authoritative dominance, not anger, but one can feel his annoyance, impatience, and utmost restraint.
WenYu is stunned for a moment, she looks down at herself, water is still pouring from the shower. The thin silk quilt has already been soaked, it sticks to her body. Her naked body is wrapped in the silk quilt.
"Ah— What happened to me? Who are you?" WenYu lets out another piercing scream, causing Pei Shaobei to feel as if his ears are going deaf.
"Shut up!" He growls again.
Wen Yu was so scared that she immediately clamped her mouth shut, her widened eyes filled with distress as she saw the towering man standing at the bathroom door, his eyes burning with anger as he scowled at her.
"Who are you?" She couldn't help but shrink back and ask.
Pei Shaobei examined the terrified woman before him, her facial expressions were rich, her acting skills were commendable, he mocked, "Worthy of an Oscar."
He continued in a cold voice, "Tell me, who sent you to seduce me?" He sneered at her assumption of willingly participating in a game of the seductress. Such women were danger, better avoided, a fact he was well aware of. And he was glad he had not fallen prey.
"I——Where is Yiming?" Wen Yu instinctively looked around, she was on a date with Tan Yiming today. They had been in a relationship for six years. Yiming had threatened to break up if they didn't get a hotel room tonight. With their wedding on the horizon, she didn't want to lose him, so she obliged. But what was happening right now?
Pei Shaobei took a step forward.
"Ahh — Don't come any closer! What are you trying to do?" Wen Yu screamed at the top of her lungs as he approached her.
"Damn it!" Pei Shaobei cursed and turned on the shower. "I would have done what I had to earlier, I wouldn't have waited till now. So, who's it for? What's your intention?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Seeing him not intending to hurt her, Wen Yu couldn't help talking back.
Pei Shaobei snorted in disdain for this woman's feigned ignorance, and said mockingly, "Shouldn't I be the one asking you? You strip down and run into my room. What do you say you were doing?"
What?
There was a short circuit in Wen Yu's brain. She tried to gather her wits. She had planned to spend the night with Tan Yiming, her boyfriend of six years. Before they got into the room, she had a glass of wine that Yiming had given to her, and after that, she felt dizzy. When she woke up, she found herself being drenched in cold water. How would she know what she had been doing?
"Where is Yiming?" As she was about to call him, she heard the man saying, "Awake? If so, get out immediately!"
As he spoke, he grabbed a bathrobe from the rack and threw it at her. Before she could even react, her vision was blocked. When she pulled away the bathrobe, the seemingly irritated towering man was nowhere to be seen.
She quickly put on the bathrobe and walked out, her small hands nervously wrapping the robe tight around herself. Her mind was a mess. Though she was now sober, she was still clueless about what had happened.
It seemed to have gotten messier!
As he stepped out of the bathroom, he glared at her sternly. Seeing her come out, he sat down on a sofa near him.
"Can you give me an explanation?" He asked curtly. "Who did you come to my room to offer yourself for?"
"I—" Wen Yu was startled and furrowed her brows. She intended to give herself to her boyfriend, not this strange man. Pouring out courage, she retorted, "Why should I explain to you? How did you end up here? I was having a good time with my fiancé. Where did you pop out from?"
"Miss, it's you who appeared in my room," Pei Shaobei corrected her coldly.
"How could that be?" Wen Yu widened her eyes in disbelief at Pei Shaobei's words.
"Regardless of your purpose, or the intentions of the person behind you, I hope you can convey to him that there won't be a next time. Go! This time, I can let it slide. But if there is a next time, he can forget about having a career in politics!"
"What do you mean?" Wen Yu hadn't recovered from the shock yet.
Pei Shaobei looked at her contemptuously, "What, aren't you leaving? Are you waiting for me to take you? Let me tell you, I'm not interested in women who throw themselves at me! To me, there's no difference between you and a prostitute!"
Pei Shaobei looked at Wen Yu, who seemed rather attractive, with utter contempt. He had his share of beautiful women. Though he had an appreciation for beauty, he was not desperate enough to accept any woman who came his way.
"What's wrong with you? Who are you calling a prostitute?" Wen Yu was furious. From childhood till now, she had never been insulted like this. "You can't insult people like this!"
How could he talk about her like this, a stranger? Did he know her?
Pei Shaobei huffed coldly, his lips curling in disdain. He then stood up, bringing with him an overwhelming pressure.
Only then did Wen Yu see clearly. This man was sturdy and tall, with a slender build. He was dressed in a black suit, his perfectly chiseled features defined noble lines. His cold face became stern due to his tightly pursed lips, radiating the pride and aloofness of an aristocrat. His slender fingers curled around the stem of a wine glass at the bar, elegantly lifted it. The blood-red wine swished in the glass as he took a small sip. His every move exuded the king's domineering aura.
He, Pei Shaobei, had always been everyone's vision of an impeccable figure. The youngest, most intelligent, most influential five diamond-level politician in the political world, and unsurprisingly quite popular. What kind of woman could he not have, unless he didn't want her? Especially when he was still single!
