The woman's lips parted slightly, her eyes shimmering under the influence of the drug. A few fleeting memories of that night resurfaced in Fu Yancheng's mind—the same gaze she had given him before. A strange warmth spread through his chest, inexplicably affecting him.
Meanwhile, Sheng Mian took advantage of the moment, clinging tighter to him.
Wan Yuan'an observed, puzzled, that Fu Yancheng hadn't pushed the woman away. Earlier that day, Fu Yancheng had clearly stated she wasn't his wife, so what was happening now?
His eyes shifted toward Sheng Mian. "Penny, I'm Yuan'an, come here."
He assumed the drug's effect had already taken hold, and at this point, Sheng Mian would likely be too out of it to resist. His hand stretched out to her, but when he saw Fu Yancheng's expression, he quickly withdrew.
Fu Yancheng wasn't a fool. The woman had barged into his changing room earlier that day, clearly hiding from Wan Yuan'an. There was no way she could be his girlfriend.
"If she's your girlfriend, Mr. Wan, you should know better..." Fu Yancheng started, but his words trailed off as he turned his head to see what Sheng Mian was doing.
Her innocent eyes seemed out of place with her bold actions. She had undone his collar and was now rubbing herself against him like an eager cat, pressing her lips to his neck and planting soft kisses.
She was burning up, desperate for relief, her body feeling like it was on fire. The coldness of the man in front of her seemed like the only thing that could cool her down. She sought out his icy touch, but her efforts were only teasing, wanting more.
Wan Yuan'an watched her actions, his lower body tightening as her cold demeanor paired with her current expression made her seem like a dangerous, seductive flower. It was impossible not to be drawn to her.
Could Fu Yancheng have fallen for her too? Wasn't he known for not being interested in women?
Fu Yancheng's lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes darkening. If this continued, he might end up embarrassing himself here.
With a quick motion, he grabbed her struggling hands, and in a single, forceful movement, he enveloped her waist and arms in a cold, powerful grip, stopping her from moving further.
He then carried her into a nearby elevator, not bothering to explain to Wan Yuan'an.
Wan Yuan'an didn't dare stop him. Even if Fu Yancheng were taking the woman he had his eye on, Wan Yuan'an couldn't compete. The situation was already beyond his control.
As he walked away, his hand clenched into a fist, his frustration growing. After all the trouble, he was now left empty-handed.
The two men trailing behind him nervously spoke, "Mr. Wan, what should we..."
"Leave!" Wan Yuan'an snapped, his face twisted with anger. He stormed out of the hotel, furious at the turn of events.
Meanwhile, the elevator ascended, and Sheng Mian, now free from Fu Yancheng's hold, resumed her actions, her lips gently nibbling at his shirt, unable to keep still.
Fu Yancheng's handsome face grew even darker. He was tempted to free his hands to call the front desk for another room, but before he could, Sheng Mian suddenly bit his collarbone, leaving a faint mark.
"Ah!" She gasped, her body trembling with the cold.
"Ah, it's so hot..." she muttered, her eyes glazed, staring at him in a daze.
Her lashes were damp, her gaze soft with a vulnerable, almost pleading expression. Her breathing became shallow, erratic. As the elevator reached its destination, Fu Yancheng swiftly took her to his room.
He stepped into the bathroom, turning on the cold water. As the chill spread through the room, Sheng Mian, now freed from his grasp, wrapped her arms around his neck again. Her nose nuzzled into his cold skin, and a powerful longing surged within her, leaning in to whisper against his ear.
"Husband..."
Fu Yancheng quickly turned his head, pushing her into the bathtub filled with cold water.
"Ah!" she cried out as the icy water hit her skin, sending a jolt of shock through her body.
The sudden coldness cut through the burning heat in her veins, leaving her shivering uncontrollably.
"Are you awake?" Fu Yancheng's voice was cold, his gaze unwavering as he looked down at her.