11: Chapter 11 Since they won't let us leave, then we won't leave.

The next morning.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, carving a bright patch of light onto the floor.

Zhang Qi opened his eyes.

Scattered clothes met his gaze. That tight white shirt from last night had long since been crumpled into a mess, with a few popped buttons lying lonely on the carpet.

The sheer, cicada-wing-thin black stockings were torn with several large holes, carelessly draped over the edge of the nightstand.

The air still held the mellow aroma of Mouton Rothschild red wine, along with some indescribable, decadent scent.

A warm, soft pressure came from his arm.

Zhang Qi tilted his head slightly.

Sun Yiyao was curled up in the crook of his arm like a well-behaved Persian cat.

That charming, exquisite face was flushed with an alluring reddish hue, her breathing even and long.

In her sleep, she seemed to feel a bit cold, instinctively nestling into Zhang Qi's embrace. The astonishing fullness of her chest pressed against Zhang Qi's chest without obstruction.

Looking at the beauty in his arms, Zhang Qi couldn't help but replay the battle from last night in his mind.

This woman looked like a soul-stealing masterpiece on the outside, but when it came to bed, she was shockingly inexperienced, not even knowing the most basic of responses.

It was then that Zhang Qi realized.

This woman was actually still untouched.

In this Shenzhen, where material desires flowed and fast-food romance was rampant, it was truly rare for a twenty-two-year-old girl, who looked so devastatingly beautiful, to still be a virgin.

Zhang Qi couldn't help but curve his lips into a satisfied arc.

That stupid woman Sun Qianwen, who had played the vampire for over a year, had actually left him a huge gift before leaving.

Sun Yiyao was not only leagues above Sun Qianwen in looks, but her body was also completely pristine.

Just as Zhang Qi was silently reflecting, the woman in his arms fluttered her eyelashes.

Sun Yiyao slowly opened those beautiful peach-blossom eyes. Her just-awakened gaze held a touch of laziness and confusion from a hangover. She instinctively stretched.

A sharp gasp suddenly echoed in the quiet bedroom.

A tearing, aching pain radiated from below; even moving a finger felt strenuous.

Sun Yiyao instantly sobered up.

An unfamiliar ceiling. The unfamiliar scent of bedsheets. And a powerful arm draped over her waist.

She whipped her head around, meeting Zhang Qi's eyes, which were filled with a faint, mocking smile.

Her brain buzzed and exploded.

Why was she in a man's bed? What had happened?

As soon as this thought emerged, memories from last night flooded into her mind like a bursting dam.

The 26,000 romanée-conti. The broken glass scattered on the floor. Herself, limp in his arms, begging for mercy with a tearful voice.

Then the master bedroom door being locked, the lights turning on, and her being stripped clean.

Driven by alcohol and despair, she hadn't resisted; instead, she had obediently catered to the man before her.

Sun Yiyao's cheeks instantly burned, turning red enough to bleed. Her slender neck and collarbone were also stained with a scorching, rouge-like color.

She bit her lower lip hard; feelings of shame, anger, regret, and grievance surged wildly in her chest.

Her family background was ordinary, and her base salary was meager. In this Shenzhen, where rich people were everywhere, she knew better than anyone what her only capital was. It was this face, and this pristine body.

She had chosen this line of work because she wanted to meet some truly wealthy people who could change her destiny.

Sun Yiyao had seen peers who had spread their legs for money. But she had always held onto her bottom line. She wanted social mobility, a real life as a wealthy lady, not to be a plaything for a few tens of thousands of yuan.

So for twenty-two years, she hadn't even dated. All to sell her most precious possession for a good price.

But now?

It was all ruined.

Just because she had drunk too much last night and broken a bottle of wine. She had actually handed over the capital she had saved for twenty-two years for nothing.

What made her break down even more was that the other party was her cousin's ex-boyfriend, whom she had just dumped.

In Sun Yiyao's eyes, Zhang Qi was still that ordinary wage earner who made a fixed salary of tens of thousands a month.

Last night, Zhang Qi had indeed spent money like water, swiping over a hundred thousand without batting an eye, but these days, a hundred thousand didn't make someone a rich person. Perhaps Zhang Qi had spent so much out of a momentary impulse because of the breakup.

That hundred thousand was probably all the savings Zhang Qi had accumulated over the years for a wife. Once spent, it was gone.

A net worth of a million or so was nothing in a place like Shenzhen. It didn't even reach the passing grade in her heart for crossing class lines.

What a huge loss.

Sun Yiyao wailed in her heart.

If she had known it would turn out like this, she would have rather taken out an online loan or maxed out her credit card last night; she would absolutely never have chosen such an absurd method of compensation.

Zhang Qi leaned against the headboard, his gaze unreservedly appreciating the ever-changing expressions on Sun Yiyao's face.

He didn't know what this woman was scheming in her heart.

And he couldn't be bothered to guess.

His mind was now filled with the experience from last night, which had left him craving more. When he was dating Sun Qianwen before, that woman was insufferably pretentious, constantly talking about separating. He had been holding back a belly full of fire.

Although they had been at it for half the night, in the face of such a top-tier beauty like Sun Yiyao, that little bit of release was clearly not enough.

Zhang Qi's arm tightened slightly, his solid chest pressing against Sun Yiyao's smooth back once again. His warm breath hit her earlobe.

Sun Yiyao felt that scorching pressure and her body stiffened instantly.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Her voice trembled, carrying obvious defensiveness, and her small hands instinctively pressed against Zhang Qi's chest.

The time last night could be considered as paying back that 26,000 wine bill. Today, everyone was sober, and she absolutely could not let herself be taken advantage of in a muddled state again.

But.

The small hands pressed against the man's chest were soft and weak, unable to muster any strength at all.

Having tasted that sensation for the first time in twenty-two years, that feeling of almost having her soul thrown into the clouds, under the catalysis of morning hormones, was uncontrollably reviving in her body. Her reason was telling her to refuse, but her body was faintly rising with an unbearable craving.

This reaction of saying one thing but meaning another made Sun Yiyao want to die of shame and anger; even her eye sockets were turning a bit red.

Zhang Qi watched her conflicted and resistant expression.

If it were the Zhang Qi from before yesterday, seeing a woman with such a wronged expression, his simp attributes would have flared up long ago. He would have immediately let go, apologized subserviently, and then run around to buy breakfast, serve tea and water, or even promise to buy bags and jewelry to coax her into being happy.

But now...

Zhang Qi suppressed the fire in his heart, his expression returning to indifference.

He now held the Rebate System; he would never lack money in the future.

Simp for a woman?

"If you don't want to, forget it."

His tone was flat, without the slightest fluctuation.

After saying this, he directly lifted the quilt, sat up, and prepared to get dressed. His movements were decisive, without a hint of hesitation.

Sun Yiyao's heart tightened abruptly. An unprecedented panic and anxiety instantly overwhelmed her.

Her mind uncontrollably flashed back to the calm appearance of Zhang Qi sitting on the sofa last night, scanning the code to pay 58,000 without changing his expression. Was that kind of composure, treating money like dirt, really something an ordinary wage earner could fake?

If he were really just an ordinary person, why, after possessing her, could he leave so decisively without a shred of lingering attachment?

Seeing that Zhang Qi was about to get out of bed.

Sun Yiyao panicked completely.

It was almost an instinctive reaction of her body.

"Don't..."

Sun Yiyao blurted out.

The voice wasn't loud, but it revealed an urgency and weakness that even she hadn't realized. Her upper body straightened abruptly, the quilt slid off, and a large expanse of spring scenery was exposed to the air, but she was completely unaware.

Zhang Qi turned his head, looking at the beauty on the bed with red-rimmed eyes and a flustered gaze.

A faint arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

In the past, when he was a simp, whenever Sun Qianwen threw a tantrum and pointed at his nose telling him to get out and sleep in the second bedroom, no matter how he tried to please her with smiles, it was useless.

Now that he wasn't a simp anymore, Sun Yiyao, who was even more outstanding than Sun Qianwen, was the one getting anxious and wouldn't let him leave.

Zhang Qi looked at the naked beauty on the bed.

She had her eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, that look of waiting to be plucked could simply steal a person's soul.

Since you won't let me leave, then I won't leave!