Teasing the Icy President

Mu Qingtian furrowed her brows, suppressing the frustration welling up inside her. She was here to work as a cleaner, not as some sort of body model. Did he really need to look at her with such lecherous eyes?

What’s been going on lately? Could it be that her so-called “love luck” was finally kicking in? All she’s been running into are old perverts, disgusting enough to make her feel like her bones were rotting from the inside.

“Boss K, may I start working now?” Mu Qingtian straightened herself up, the timid expression on her face replaced with one of composure. In this day and age, have the so-called unwritten rules really become this indiscriminate? Everyone always said no man would ever like her.

“Do you even know what you’re supposed to do out there?” The man with the beard held a cigar in his hand, staring at her with a calm, almost amused look while leaning casually against the doorframe.

“Cleaning work,” she replied, looking at him with neither arrogance nor submission.

“Haha, well, I have to decide if you’re suitable first. If you’re not, you’ll have to leave immediately. Only those who pass through me can work here.” The beard’s face twisted into an obnoxious, greasy smirk that sent chills down Mu Qingtian’s spine.

Beneath her calm gaze, her anger was undeniable. What was this about? Toying with a part-time girl like her just for amusement? If he thought she’d been around this long and couldn’t figure it out, he had seriously underestimated her.

“Fine, then. Feel free to ask whatever questions you have,” she replied.

“Take off your clothes,” the man demanded as his beady eyes squinted further, forming a crescent-like shape as he grinned wickedly. But the way those narrow eyes gleamed made her stomach churn with unease.

Alarm bells began ringing in Mu Qingtian’s head. She instinctively took a step back. “Boss K, I just got changed, and now you’re asking me to take my clothes off? What is the meaning of this?” Her voice hinted at growing tension. By now, she had retreated all the way to the door and was just about to turn the handle and make a run for it.

Suddenly, the bearded man pulled out a remote-like device and pressed a button toward the door.

With a sharp “click,” the door locked automatically. Even the blinds on the nearby windows began to lower themselves.

She stared at the scene unfolding before her, cursing silently. Damn, this high-tech setup, and it had to function perfectly in a moment like this.

“Nan Yan, Qing Shan, go fetch K,” Lu Zizhong ordered as soon as Ye Ziqian and his group arrived at the casino.

“Understood!”

“Wait,” someone called out.

All three turned to look at Ye Ziqian. “His time’s almost up anyway. Why don’t we just go find him ourselves?” His voice was calm, but the words carried a chilling finality, as if someone’s fate had already been sealed.

Lu Zizhong nodded in agreement and motioned for Nan Yan and Qing Shan to follow close behind him.

“Boss.” At that moment, the assistant manager in charge of the lobby hurried over, sweat uncontrollably dripping down his forehead when he spotted Ye Ziqian. The boss showing up without notice could only mean that something was about to go wrong, especially given recent events…

“Are you feeling hot?” Ye Ziqian raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Boss! Recently, I started seeing someone outside of my marriage, but my wife is just so…shrewd and fierce, I really couldn’t take it anymore. I paid for it-I didn’t force anything. Boss, please spare me!” The assistant manager suddenly dropped to his knees with a loud thud, begging for mercy as if his life depended on it.

This action froze not only Lu Zizhong and the two others but even Ye Ziqian himself. He had only made a casual remark to show concern for a subordinate-how did it turn into hearing about someone’s personal drama?

Ye Ziqian glanced at the man kneeling on the ground, said nothing further, and stepped over him with his long strides, moving ahead.

“If you don’t have the guts to cheat, then get a divorce before you start anything on the side.” Lu Zizhong couldn’t help but chuckle. People these days really couldn’t keep anything to themselves.

Even the stern faces of Nan Yan and Qing Shan softened into slight smiles. Clearly, in their minds, the boss had already been equated to the devil himself.

“Strip, Mu Qingtian, I’m telling you, no one leaves this place fully clothed,” the bearded man sneered as he leaned back in the leather chair, his laugh sharp and grating.

Mu Qingtian clenched her teeth as she glared at him, her body trembling slightly. Her eyes darted around the room, inspecting every corner of its setup-there was just one door, one window, and now both were sealed off by him. Was this her cruel fate? Was she destined to meet such an end?

“You and Zheng worked this out together?” Nie Shuangshuang’s words suddenly echoed in her mind.

“Heh.” The bearded man stood up, leisurely loosening his belt. “He owes the casino over 20 grand. I made him a deal-find me three virgins, and I’ll call it even. Judging by the way you look, I’d say you’re still untouched, right?”

Mu Qingtian’s stomach churned violently. If she had to encounter a few more disgusting creeps like this, she might just lose enough weight to stop worrying about dieting.

“Screw you! Who’s still a virgin these days?” she sneered at him with an expression full of disdain. With a face like his, did he really think he had any right to be so delusional?

“Boss, the door to K’s office is locked,” Nan Yan said as he twisted the handle but found it wouldn’t budge.

“Nan Yan, can you hear voices inside?” Lu Zizhong asked. Qing Shan pressed her ear against the door. “A man and a woman,” she confirmed.

Ye Ziqian stood still, his face turning colder and more menacing with every passing second.

“Qing Shan, go to the office and get the keys. Now,” Lu Zizhong commanded.

Upon receiving the order, Qing Shan immediately turned and sprinted in the direction of the office.

“Boss, we…”

Ye Ziqian raised his hand, motioning for silence. He stood at the doorway, his expression cold and unreadable, his gaze fixed sharply on the scene inside.

“Don’t touch me!” Mu Qingtian slapped away Qing Shan’s hand as she tried to comfort her, backing away defensively. Her fragile composure barely held as she tried to reclaim what little dignity she had left.

A snide chuckle escaped the beard’s lips as his gaze roamed over her trembling figure. “I like feisty girls like you,” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. “Though your figure leaves a bit to be desired, that big chest and wide hips of yours… Bet they feel real good to the touch.” As he spoke, he licked his palm and rubbed it together mockingly, his lecherous intentions clearer than ever.

Mu Qingtian pressed herself further against the door, her back almost glued to the cold surface. “If you take another step toward me, I’ll scream!” she threatened, her voice defiant but strained. “If anyone finds out what you’re doing here, I’d like to see how you manage to save face!”

The beard let out a cruel laugh, his confidence undeterred. “Go ahead, scream as loud as you want!” he taunted. “You think these doors are ordinary, just there for decoration? Let me break it to you: no one outside can hear a thing, no matter how loud you get. Go ahead, try it if you don’t believe me.” His tone was full of smug assurance.

Mu Qingtian’s heart sank-her plan had failed. Her mind raced to come up with another way out. Twenty years of youth, and she refused to let herself fall victim here, in this room, to the likes of him. She had escaped once before, and she swore she would do it again.

But before she could form a coherent plan, the beard pulled a small bottle from his pocket and sprayed a mist directly at her. A cloying, overpowering scent assaulted her senses in an instant.

“Achoo! Achoo!” Mu Qingtian sneezed uncontrollably as her nose and eyes began to water. Her heightened sensitivity to strong smells made the experience unbearable.

“What the hell did you spray on me, you bastard?!” she yelled, her voice hoarse and furious. Mucus and tears streamed from her face, mixing into a mess that only made her feel more trapped and vulnerable. This was the worst-she hated nothing more than nauseatingly strong odors, and this scumbag had weaponized it against her.

The beard took a step back and smirked, enjoying her reaction as if it were a private game. “Aphrodisiac,” he declared smugly, retreating to his office chair with a satisfied chuckle. “Don’t worry, I prefer volunteers. It’s much more fun when they come to me willingly. And, well,” he added with a twisted grin, “it’ll be clear if you’re a virgin after just one try.”

“You…!” Mu Qingtian let out a frustrated cry, the heat in her body now bubbling to unbearable levels. It felt like her head was swelling, pulsing with rage and humiliation. This was beyond shameless-this was vile, despicable, and utterly obscene.

Clutching her torn blouse tightly to her chest in a desperate attempt to cover herself, Mu Qingtian’s mind spun. She couldn’t allow herself to succumb to whatever was taking over her body-but for the first time, fear gripped her heart. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold out.

As the effects of the aphrodisiac began to creep through her body, Mu Qingtian couldn’t deny it-her body was betraying her. A rush of heat flushed her face, and a certain part of her body started to burn and itch unbearably. If she could somehow get out of this hellhole, she swore she would make that filthy dog of a man pay-she would tear him apart limb by limb!

“Hahaha, stop fighting it,” the bearded man sneered, his lecherous grin widening. “The longer you resist, the harder the drug hits. Once it explodes, well…” He paused for effect, licking his lips. “If I can’t satisfy you, there are plenty of men in the casino who might be able to take care of you. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Mu Qingtian’s eyes burned with rage as she locked onto the beard’s disgusting face. She wanted nothing more than to beat him into a bloody pulp, to make it so he’d never recover. Just one punch-just one chance! But her situation left her powerless. Her body was no longer under her control; the intense waves of heat rippling through her made her let out uncontrollable groans. She bit down hard on her lip, trying to stifle the sounds, clinging to whatever shred of dignity she had left.

She was a young, proud woman with her whole life ahead of her. There was no way she was going to degrade herself in front of this vile, greasy man. She couldn’t… but her body…

A blaze roared within her as if fire scorched her skin. She was desperate-desperate for something, anything, some kind of release. It hurt, it itched, and she didn’t even know what she needed anymore. Instinctively, she pressed herself against the wall, the cool surface offering momentary relief. She flattened herself against it, desperate for the icy sensation, but even that wasn’t enough. Her legs gave out, and she slid down to the floor, her body trembling uncontrollably.

She bit her lips so hard that a thin line of blood appeared, her teeth sinking into the tender flesh. Every fiber of her being screamed; every pore of her body clamored for the same thing-something she hated, detested.

The beard, still watching her, stood up again, taking his time to peel off his shirt. The sight of his gleaming torso made Mu Qingtian’s heart pound wildly, the sound thundering in her ears. It was an unbearable thudding-thump, thump, thump-each beat stronger than the last.

Then, without hesitation, he reached for the waistband of his pants.

“Stop it, you bastard!” Mu Qingtian cried out, her voice trembling with panic and despair. Overcome with agony, her legs pressed tightly together as tears finally broke free, rolling down her face and pooling behind her glasses. She realized with horror that her fate was sealed-there was no escaping this nightmare.

“I told you, stop suppressing yourself. Let go, and let Big Bro here show you a good time-”

BANG!

The sound of the door slamming open cut him off mid-sentence. The beard turned his head toward the noise, furious at being interrupted. But when his eyes landed on the man standing in the doorway, his anger quickly drained away, replaced by panic. Trembling, he scrambled to hike his pants back up, though his half-dressed state, with his white underwear peeking out, was as pathetic as it was pitiful.

Ye Ziqian strode into the room, his piercing gaze sweeping over everything in an instant. His eyes flicked over to Mu Qingtian, who was huddled in the corner. Her hair was a mess, her trembling shoulders heaving as she tried to contain her sobs. Her torn blouse offered no coverage, exposing parts of her chest, and the hem of her short skirt had ridden up so high that her underwear was barely concealed.

His expression darkened like a brewing storm as he turned to Qing Shan. Without a word, Qing Shan immediately moved to Mu Qingtian, crouching down to wrap her arms around the girl’s trembling body. At the same time, Nan Yan slipped off his jacket and covered her with it, shielding her from the eyes of others.

Ye Ziqian, his voice cold as frost, asked, “Was your life not miserable enough, K, that you had to beg me to end it?”

“K, what are you doing here? Haven’t you had enough of playing with drugs? Now you’re trying to mess with women too?” Lu Zizhong stepped forward, unleashing his anger first.

The bearded man, who just moments ago was full of smugness and spring-like cheer, suddenly dropped to his knees, groveling on the cold floor. “Boss, please… spare me!” K clutched Ye Ziqian’s pant leg, his face contorted as tears streamed down his cheeks, turning into a pitiful display of desperation.

Nan Yan stepped forward, fixing his cold gaze on K. With a swift kick, he sent K sprawling across the floor, rolling over in pain.

“You think you’re allowed to touch the boss?” Nan Yan asked flatly, his tone devoid of any emotion.

“I was wrong, Boss, I was wrong…” K’s face turned a shade of ash, despair written all over it.

“Ah… ah…”

The sound of irregular, startled moans caught Ye Ziqian’s attention. He turned his head and locked eyes with Mu Qingtian, whose uneasy and ambiguous gaze seemed to flicker with confusion. Her cheeks were flushed red as she struggled to stay upright.

Lu Zizhong took a step toward her, intending to help, only for Mu Qingtian to muster her strength and shove Qing Shan away. With hurried, disjointed movements, she stumbled toward the desk, grabbed a cup of tea, and poured the cold liquid directly over her head.

The cold shock worked-she snapped back to consciousness, though her appearance was less than dignified. Her already disheveled hair was now dripping wet and littered with tea leaves.

But she was past the point of caring. Her rage boiling over, Mu Qingtian grabbed a heavy ashtray from the desk and staggered toward the bearded man-K. Without hesitation, she swung the ashtray down, landing it square on his head with a resounding thud.

As the metallic crash echoed through the room, Mu Qingtian gritted her teeth, the act serving as the only release for the knot of fury that had been tied tightly in her chest. At last, she felt a moment of satisfaction as she began retreating slowly, step by step.

But the icy water that had cooled her earlier agitation was now betraying her. She felt the heat returning, burning her from the inside, and her legs gave out beneath her. Just as she began to collapse, Ye Ziqian extended his arm in one smooth motion, catching her by the waist. With a swift pull, he steadied her, drawing her nearer to him as she stumbled helplessly into the safety of his embrace.