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Ye Ya glanced at the man on the bed. He was about six feet tall, with distinct features and a sharp jawline, exuding a rather impressive aura. However, he seemed unprofessional, and there was a faint smell of alcohol lingering around him.
Feeling nervous, Ye Ya sat down beside him. "Hey, how can you be so unprofessional? I think I’ll go take a shower first." Perhaps due to her anxiety, she bravely uttered those words before quickly escaping into the bathroom.
On the bed, Lu Tianyang's mind was hazy. He vaguely heard a woman's voice and forced his eyes open, trying to clear his head. Damn it, how much did those guys make him drink to get him this drunk?
The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. Thinking of that enchanting voice he had just heard, his throat tightened inexplicably. He was certain that those guys must have slipped something into his drink; otherwise, his self-control wouldn’t have been so poor.
No matter how much Ye Ya fidgeted in the bathroom, she emerged half an hour later, clutching her bathrobe tightly. She thought about backing out but then remembered that bastard Jing Hao, igniting a fire within her over their marriage based solely on interests.
Watching the woman at the edge of the bed nervously clutching her towel, Lu Tianyang wondered where Qi Fan had found such a woman.
He waved his hand, his voice laced with confusion. "Come here."
Ye Ya felt as if she could face even the strongest competitors in the market without fear, but at that moment, her legs trembled as she walked over to him. She sat down at the farthest edge of the bed, her face burning with embarrassment.
Lu Tianyang found it amusing to see her flushed cheeks and her attempt to appear calm despite being utterly nervous. A fire ignited within him, intensifying by the second. He walked over to her without caring about her anxiety and pulled her into an embrace, pressing her down before she could even muster a word of resistance.
As night fell and the moon quietly climbed over the mountains, its light filtered through the curtains onto the figures on the bed.
The next morning, Ye Ya woke up out of habit. No matter how tired she was, she was used to waking up at six o'clock; it was a biological clock set over twenty years that wouldn’t easily change due to circumstances.
Opening her eyes to take in the luxurious room around her, last night’s events replayed vividly in her mind. She turned to glance at the man beside her; he had certainly put in quite an effort last night.
She rolled out of bed and got dressed. Picking up her bag, Ye Ya paused for a moment before taking five hundred yuan from her wallet and placing it on the bedside table. Although she had already paid for everything, giving it personally held different significance—it represented that she had spent the night with this man; it was two entirely different concepts.
After gathering her things, Ye Ya didn’t spare another glance at the man still lying in bed and left as if fleeing for her life.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, dappled light filtered through the leaves, and the weather grew increasingly hot while cicadas buzzed incessantly in their restless chorus.
Lu Tianyang woke up completely, his head still throbbing from the hangover, but he remembered last night vividly—the woman who had cried and begged him to let her go had driven him to lose control time and again.
He glanced at the empty space beside him, and there was no noise coming from the bathroom. Had she really just left? He was about to get up and call Qi Fan, wondering how that bastard had the audacity to set him up like this.
Suddenly, a few bright red bills on the bedside table caught his attention, halting his movements. He walked over and picked them up, frowning deeply. Then he cursed under his breath, "What the hell? Is this five hundred meant to buy me for a night?"
At that moment, Lu Tianyang finally exploded with rage. This was an unprecedented humiliation in his thirty years of life—he had been paid off by a woman for a night, with a fee of five hundred.
He dialed Qi Fan's number, and after a few rings, it connected. "Qi Fan, you have some nerve sending a woman to my bed! Where is she?"
Hearing Lu Tianyang's teeth-gritting voice, as if he had just emerged from hell, Qi Fan instantly sobered up. "What woman? Damn it! I was trying to send you a fresh model for your birthday last night, but I couldn't find her! Why was your door locked? I wasted so much money bringing her back for you!"
"What?" Lu Tianyang was puzzled as he held the red bills. This woman wasn’t sent by Qi Fan. However, he decided not to mention being paid off for the night; it was too embarrassing.
"I put in serious money for a rookie model, and now she can't be found. You're really wasting my efforts!" Qi Fan scolded him, sounding frustrated.
"Damn it, Qi Fan! If you ever pull this kind of stunt again, we're done as brothers!" Lu Tianyang cut off the conversation abruptly and hung up.
If that woman wasn’t sent by Qi Fan, then who was she? At that moment, Lu Tianyang vowed to turn Ning Cheng upside down until he found out who she was—how dare she spend five hundred to spend the night with him? Looking at the cash in his hand only made him angrier. He tossed the bills into the air like butterflies scattering across the floor. With pent-up frustration boiling inside him, he yanked at the blanket on the bed. But when he pulled it away, the stark red stain on the pristine white sheets was particularly jarring.
He frowned involuntarily. Although he had been drunk, he wasn't so far gone that he couldn't remember everything from last night. He hadn’t expected her to be a virgin. Thinking of her crying and begging him to stop made Lu Tianyang feel like a complete jerk.
A sense of inexplicable annoyance washed over him; this thirtieth birthday had truly been special. He never imagined that such an incident would happen in his life—being paid off by a woman for a night was downright disgraceful. Yet no matter what, he had to track down that woman; otherwise, how could he swallow this humiliation?
After changing his clothes, Lu Tianyang summoned the manager to inquire about who had sent the woman last night. However, club staff repeatedly confirmed that none of their ladies had gone up to serve him.
The opulent establishment took customer privacy very seriously; if guests didn’t request anything, they wouldn’t take it upon themselves to send someone without their knowledge.
Lu Tianyang demanded to review the surveillance footage. Although this place valued privacy highly, when it came to money, privacy became insignificant.
Hong Jie received the payment and led Lu Tianyang to the surveillance room, asking the security guard to pull up the footage from that time. As they watched the video, Hong Jie was the first to express surprise, "Oh, why is it her? Her room is right next door! No wonder our people said there was no one in her room last night. I was wondering how such a beautiful girl would come here to find a man. Turns out she went into the wrong room. Oh my God."
Listening to Hong Jie, Lu Tianyang's expression darkened further. It turned out that the woman had indeed come looking for Niulang, and she had mistaken him for Niulang. Damn, how considerate of her to leave him a night fee. He really should thank her properly.
Seeing the anger radiating from the man beside her, Hong Jie realized that she couldn't afford to offend him. She quickly apologized, saying it was their establishment's fault for not doing enough; after all, good business relies on good relationships.
In truth, Hong Jie silently cursed: why was he getting angry when he had benefited? That girl was no less attractive than their own ladies; he had gotten a bargain for nothing.
"Delete this video immediately, and keep today’s events confidential. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that your mouth will still be able to speak," Lu Tianyang threatened with a fierce expression. For him, this was nothing short of humiliation; he absolutely could not let anyone else know about it. Otherwise, his entire reputation would be ruined by that woman.
Hong Jie nodded eagerly and deleted the video on the spot. For her, this was of little consequence; besides, having received so much money from her, deleting a video was hardly significant.
Although there were no records of her at the establishment, it didn't matter; in Ning Cheng, there wasn't anyone he couldn't find.
After leaving the opulent club, Ye Ya quietly returned to her room while others were still asleep. She rushed into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror, suddenly feeling somewhat pathetic. Reflecting on what had happened last night made her regretful as she tugged at her hair. Her long black hair fell messily around her shoulders; after being pulled like that by Ye Ya, it looked even more disheveled—like a character from a horror movie.
Did she regret it? Thinking about that miserable marriage didn’t seem to evoke any remorse; perhaps this was her only way to resist the Ye Family.
Ye Ya couldn’t help but let out a bitter smile as she threw herself into the bathtub. After scrubbing herself several times inside and out, she still felt dirty. She got out of the tub and vigorously dried herself with a towel, her fair skin turning red from the friction as if she were trying to peel off a layer of skin.
After finishing her shower, Ye Ya was too exhausted to move. She had barely slept when Gui Sao knocked and entered. Seeing that Ye Ya hadn’t gotten up yet surprised her. "Miss, it's time to get up; Master is waiting for you downstairs."
At that moment, Ye Ya really didn’t want to see anyone. She pulled off the covers and spoke in a softer tone than usual, "Gui Sao, can you tell Grandpa I don’t want to go down for breakfast? I have a bit of a headache."
"Master said he has something important to discuss with you; he specifically asked me to come get you. If you don’t go down soon, I’m afraid he’ll get angry. How about you eat breakfast first and then come back to rest?" Gui Sao said with concern; she was one of the few people in this house who cared about Ye Ya.
However, Ye Zhen held a position in this household akin to that of an emperor—who would dare defy his orders?
Resignedly, Ye Ya quickly got out of bed and tidied herself up before heading downstairs. Xiao Ma and Zhao Meiqin watched her descend with displeasure on their faces. "Look at this! She hasn’t even gotten married yet and is already acting so high-and-mighty. Ye Ya, how can you make everyone wait for just you?"
Breakfast had not yet been served, and even Grandpa had not taken his seat at the table. Zhao Meiqin had long grown accustomed to Ye Ya, the thorn in her side, and the cold jibes that had come her way over the years. She had grown too weary to respond.
Ye Zhen was nearing seventy this year, but thanks to good care, he looked only in his fifties or sixties. Perhaps feeling particularly good lately, he appeared spirited and lively. Upon seeing him emerge, everyone quickly rose to their feet, and Gui Sao promptly instructed the servants to bring out breakfast.
The meal was a delightful fusion of Eastern and Western cuisines, well-balanced in nutrition, though Ye Ya found it somewhat tasteless.
“Xiao Ya, you don’t need to go to the office today. Dress up nicely for tonight. Zhao Meiqin, Xiao Ya is your nominal daughter; accompany her to the Jing Family tonight. They have distinguished guests arriving and want to take Xiao Ya out. Make sure she represents the Ye Family well.”
Zhao Meiqin naturally did not want to go, primarily because she did not wish to be seen with that jinx. However, after some thought, she realized she could bring Ye Qi along; perhaps she could find a better match than the Jing Family for her. So she readily agreed, “Dad, don’t worry. I won’t embarrass you. It’s a good opportunity for Qi Qi to see the world.”
“Xiao Ya, make sure you perform well and build a good relationship with the Jing Family. We plan to collaborate with them on our Ye's New Energy project in the future.” The Ye Family was powerful, and the Jing Family was no slouch either; thus, Ye Zhen could not afford any missteps regarding this marriage.
After that, Ye Ya silently finished her breakfast without saying another word and returned to her room.
Her mind felt empty; she despised insincere smiles and forced cheerfulness. Over the years, she had wrapped herself up like a snail—no, more like a turtle. Yet despite having built such a strong shell around herself, she could not fend off the chill within her heart. It felt as if a thorn had been planted inside her; when she was distracted, she didn’t feel the pain. However, that pain never truly disappeared—it always lingered.
From beginning to end, Grandpa never asked about her wishes or whether she wanted to marry into the Jing Family; all he saw were the interests of the Ye Family.
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