Chapter 115: You Are Mine
Wu Yifan already loathed Qian Baoqing, eager to take him down immediately. But without allies, he was alone—powerless to accomplish anything significant. So when Liu Wei let slip that careless comment, it was like a star piercing the dark night, sparking a glimmer of hope. Even if Liu Qingyang refused to help him, at least he wouldn't aid Qian Baoqing. That alone was a game-changer.
Liu Wei noticed his eyes darting, a scheming light flickering in them, and grew uneasy. She stepped back, trembling, "Wu Yifan, w-what are you planning? I'm warning you—don't do anything stupid. I'll… I'll scream!" She inched toward the door, ready to flee this scoundrel.
Wu Yifan blinked, looking confused, "What are you on about?"
Liu Wei forced a pleading smile, "N-nothing. I just… we're friends, sure, but not *that* close. And I'm not… not that kind of girl. I'll find you a girlfriend, I promise—younger than Ye Xiwen. Deal?" She thought his gaze looked off, like he was plotting to "strike first and ask questions later." But she was the anti-corruption chief's only daughter—how could she let something so reckless happen?
Wu Yifan gaped. This girl was *too* sharp!
He'd entertained the thought, sure, but only in passing. Liu Wei was Liu Qingyang's daughter—how could he just "snatch" her like that? If the chief flew into a rage and locked him up for a decade, he'd regret it forever. He hadn't expected her to read his mind. He rolled his eyes, flicking her forehead, "What's *wrong* with you? Do I look like I'd stoop that low?"
"W-what's that supposed to mean? Am I not good enough?" Liu Wei bristled, her almond eyes narrowing, cold light flashing like a drawn sword.
Wu Yifan wanted to slap himself. Why'd he say that? It was asking for trouble. What woman didn't care about her looks or figure? He scrambled to recover, grinning awkwardly, "Ms. Liu, how could you think that? You're *stunning*—like a water town beauty, a damsel with charm, a moon hiding flowers. Everyone adores you…"
"I'll let that slide." Liu Wei pouted, her tone softening into a purr.
Cold sweat broke out on Wu Yifan's brow. Women truly were unreasonable creatures.
You could call them silly, naive— but never ugly or unappealing. A woman who didn't care about her appearance? That was just a myth.
In truth, Liu Wei was a rare beauty. A few years younger than Ye Xiwen and Fu Junyao, she hadn't yet bloomed into full womanly allure, but her body was maturing, curving beautifully, with a youthful innocence that made her like a budding flower—charming in her own way.
If she'd just rein in that temper, she could pass for a noble lady.
Liu Wei caught him staring, unease prickling, but held her ground. She pushed out her chest, chin lifting defiantly, "What are you looking at? Never seen a pretty girl before?"
"Ah, a beauty like you? Never. C'mon, doll—give me a better look." Wu Yifan leered, raising a hand as if to lift her chin, channeling a drama villain's swagger.
"Stop!" Liu Wei dodged his sweaty palm, pouting but smiling, "Wu Yifan, let's cut to the chase. You *do* want to take down Qian Baoqing, right?"
"Take him down? I'm no surgeon. Can't perform 'operations' like that." Wu Yifan joked.
"Quit it! I know you. Qian Baoqing's bullied Ye Xiwen enough—you won't let that slide. Spill your plan…" Liu Wei suddenly looped her arm through his, shaking it vigorously, no shyness whatsoever.
"Ugh… oh… ah… harder…" Wu Yifan couldn't help groaning.
"Harder what?" Liu Wei froze, then realized—her shaking had pressed her chest against his arm. No wonder he looked so pleased, the shameless pervert. Her face flushed scarlet, and she wrenched her arm free, snapping, "You're *disgusting*! I'll strangle you!"
"Oh? Strangulation? No creativity. Let's do it like last time—slow and painful." Wu Yifan grinned, goading her.
"Hey, you dare bring that up—!" Liu Wei's mind flashed to his rental house, to the first time she'd lost control, the first intimate contact with a man. Her face burned, and she wanted to vanish. She ground her teeth, "I'll kill you!"
"Okay, okay, I'll drop it. Don't get mad." Wu Yifan chuckled.
"I ask for the truth, and you joke around. You're terrible!" Liu Wei huffed.
"Who's joking? You *almost* strangled me!" Wu Yifan muttered.
"You'll never let that go!" Liu Wei's sharp ears caught it, and her anger flared. She jumped, her hands locking around his neck like steel vices, eyes blazing, "I'll strangle you, you bastard! No backing out now!"
"L-Liu… miss… c-can't… breathe…" Wu Yifan writhed, choking.
Liu Wei didn't loosen her grip, "Die, you pervert!"
"You… won't… let go… I'll… fight back!" Wu Yifan gasped.
"Fight back? How?!" She sneered, squeezing harder.
Wu Yifan's vision blurred, face turning red. He hadn't expected her to be this strong. Desperate, he lunged, his hands clamping down on her chest in a move he called "Black Dragon Dives for Water"—fast, fierce, unrelenting.
"Ahh!" Even tough as she was, Liu Wei yelped, cheeks flushing. She released his neck, stumbling back, staring at him in mortification.
Wu Yifan sniffed his hands, exclaiming, "So fragrant… so soft…"
Liu Wei's face burned, tears nearly spilling. She glared at his pig-like grin, growling, "You're a *monster*! Groping me like that—do you want me to kill you?!" Half-angry, half-ashamed, she looked unexpectedly shy, a flush of girlish charm softening her features.
"You're no match for me. Better quit while you're ahead." Wu Yifan teased.
"Who says I'm no match?!" Liu Wei suddenly jumped again—but instead of grabbing his neck, she wrapped her arms around him, crashing her lips against his.
Wu Yifan froze. He'd kissed women before, but always by accident. Liu Wei's sudden boldness took him off guard. Her lips were soft, sweet, and he found himself drowning in the moment, forgetting everything. She fumbled, clearly mimicking movie kisses, so he took over, his tongue slipping into her mouth, tangling with hers. His arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her close…
Liu Wei felt the kiss like a wildfire, scorching, suffocating, wonderful. Her heart raced, threatening to burst. She'd never felt anything so intense.
After a long moment, she bit down hard on his upper lip—hard enough to draw blood—then tore herself away. Her face was fiery red, her eyes glistening with a mix of fury and allure. "You… you bastard! Taking advantage of me… I'll never forgive you!" Her voice held no real anger—only shy intensity, making his heart race.
"Never forgive me? What're you gonna do?" Wu Yifan touched his bleeding lip, grinning, "You kissed *me*. Now you're mine. No other woman gets to have you. Otherwise… I'll cut something off."
Liu Wei planted her hands on her hips, glaring, "You're mine, too! Got it?"
Wu Yifan broke into a cold sweat.
Why did that sound a little like… blackmail?