Seduce the CEO for Revenge

Xia Yan leaned softly against Qin Yanci, her figure graceful and her pose irresistibly alluring. Tiny diamonds glittered on her slender fingertips, catching the hazy, suggestive light of the private room. She moved slowly and teasingly, delicately undoing the buttons at his collar one by one. Her seduction was enticing but never vulgar, deliberate and unmistakable.

As his collar gradually fell open, her cool, delicate hand slipped beneath his shirt, lightly brushing his firm, warm chest. She raised her face slightly, her nose almost touching his. Their warm breaths mingled, her eyes sparkling with feigned tenderness as she tested, inch by inch, the limits of the most cold-hearted power broker in Beijing’s elite circles.

Yet Qin Yanci remained perfectly upright, his aristocratic chill undiminished. His long lashes lowered, concealing every emotion in his eyes. His deep, dark gaze showed no hint of surrender, only clear-eyed, sharp scrutiny. He remained utterly unmoved, his restraint as cold as ice.

The next moment, he reached for his phone.

The phone’s cold, hard edge pressed steadily against Xia Yan’s delicate chin, tilting her face up and firmly pinning down all her coquettish charm. Her breath caught, but in an instant his expression returned to icy indifference.

His gaze, burning yet complex, held her fast, seeing through every trace of her calculated tenderness.

Under his penetrating scrutiny, Xia Yan’s composure began to crack. Her thoughts were in turmoil and her breath caught, yet her face still wore a charming smile.

His low, icy voice suddenly fell, its pressure as piercing as the cold: “Why did you approach me?”

Xia Yan’s lips curved gently as she answered in a tender voice, “Because I have a crush on you.”

His eyes turned frigid, and his thin lips uttered a merciless word: “Get out.”