Teasing the Icy President

“Miss Yu, I’ll be there in ten minutes. I’m going to make you feel like you’re flying with joy,” Ye Ziqian’s raspy, magnetic voice echoed in Mu Qingtian’s ears.

Wow, flying with joy? What could possibly make someone so happy they’d feel like flying? Mu Qingtian thought to herself. It had been a long time since she’d felt any sort of joy.

“Where is this? Weird uncle? Why are you here too?” Mu Qingtian’s startled eyes flashed a trace of caution. She even tugged at her clothes, trying her best to cover up the extra flesh on her stomach.

“Shut up,” Ye Ziqian shot her a cold, sidelong glance. He walked over to open the car door and forced out two words between clenched teeth: “Get out.”

Mu Qingtian felt the chill surrounding her. Why is this weird uncle so terrifying? Every time she crossed paths with him, it felt like the end of the world-wildly overwhelming and utterly scary.

She cautiously glanced up at Ye Ziqian’s darkened expression and immediately lost any desire to talk back. “I… I-”

“Get out,” Ye Ziqian repeated with impeccable consistency, uttering the exact same two words.

Mu Qingtian steeled herself. Oh, sure, easy for you to say! Thanks to you, I’ve probably jeopardized my job!

“Weird uncle, could you at least figure out what’s going on here? I only passed out because I was trying to save you! What if I lose my job because of this?” Mu Qingtian shot him an accusatory look, clearly blaming him as her tone became increasingly stern, making Ye Ziqian feel a headache creeping in.

Ye Ziqian massaged his temples, his thoughts more muddled than ever. This silly girl…

“Get out. Don’t worry about your job,” Ye Ziqian’s patience reached its limit. This silly girl was so infuriating-it made him want to toss her straight onto the curb.

“Don’t worry? Weird uncle, do you even know how many part-time gigs I’ve got right now? If I lose work, what do you think I’ll do? Go live off the wind? Not everyone in the world is like you, the ‘boss’ who drives cars that are limited editions without a care.”

A trace of impatience flickered across Ye Ziqian’s icy gaze.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he grabbed Mu Qingtian’s arm and dragged her out of the car. “Shut up. Get lost.”

Back in the car, he dialed Lu Zizhong’s number. “Uncle Zhong, dig into that girl’s background for me. Figure out who she really is.”

After saying this, Ye Ziqian tossed the phone into a small tray in the car with precision, irritation flashing across his face. Women-why are they always so exasperating?

Mu Qingtian clutched her arm, which still throbbed from Ye Ziqian’s rough grip, and watched as he drove away without looking back. Only then did it sink in-she had been abandoned in a completely unfamiliar place, stranded by someone who didn’t seem to care in the slightest.

“Jerk!” she muttered while stomping her foot on the sidewalk out of sheer frustration. What kind of person dumps a stunning, youthful girl like her on the curb and speeds off without any explanation? Did he not realize she ended up in this mess because she was trying to help him? Did he have zero sense of basic decency?

The surge of adrenaline from the ordeal drained from her body, leaving her legs feeling weak. Falling onto the roadside curb, she sighed deeply. The series of frights and chaos from the day had taken its toll on her.

As soon as she sat down, her stomach let out a loud grumble in protest. In an instant, she remembered she hadn’t eaten. Curse that uncle for ruining her big meal plans!

Digging through her wallet, Mu Qingtian stared at the small wad of crumpled bills inside. Her frown deepened until her forehead scrunched to the likeness of the wrinkles on the elderly lady who lived next door.

“Great. If I can’t land a job soon, I might actually end up homeless,” she muttered under her breath. She carefully flattened the bills one by one and tucked them snugly back into the wallet with great care, as though the pitiful handful of cash were her last lifeline.

After a moment of deliberation, Mu Qingtian made up her mind-she would extort Nie Shuangshuang for dinner. Pulling out her phone, she dialed Nie Shuangshuang’s number with the precision and speed of someone who’d done this countless times before. In her mind, Nie Shuangshuang had already morphed into a steaming, crispy roast duck waiting to be devoured.

“Hello, is that Qingtian?” Nie Shuangshuang’s voice oozed lazy sweetness from the other end of the call. Seriously, Qingtian thought with a mix of awe and jealousy, this girl could seriously be a voice actor. How was it fair that Nie Shuangshuang not only had breathtaking looks but also a voice brimming with allure? She truly was the whole package.

“I’m hungry,” Mu Qingtian declared outright, cutting straight to the point before Nie Shuangshuang could even get a word in.

The line went quiet for a good thirty seconds before Nie Shuangshuang burst into soft giggles that carried through the receiver like mischievous chimes. “Qingtian, come clean right now. Tell me-did you finally get yourself a man?” Nie Shuangshuang’s signature skepticism was in full swing, as always. She never failed to cling to the suspicion that Mu Qingtian must’ve landed herself a boyfriend.

“What man?! Nie Shuangshuang, I’m starving, and that so-called ‘handsome guy’ you keep droning on about left me stranded on some random street. I’m sitting here with the wind blowing on my face and an empty stomach. Are you seriously not going to come save me?” Mu Qingtian complained, punctuating her laments with two exaggerated wails for added effect. If this doesn’t convince her, I might actually end up going hungry!

“Qingtian, don’t cry! I’m on my way to rescue you from the fire pit. By the way, sweetie, where exactly are you?” Nie Shuangshuang chirped into the phone while picking out a trendy little hat to match her outfit. The playful yet chic accessory added an extra touch of charm to her look. She admired herself in the mirror, struck a confident pose, and muttered to herself, “Nie Shuangshuang, you’ve got this. Today, you will snag a handsome guy!”

“Shuangshuang, I–I’m here! But I’m not sure where this is exactly,” Mu Qingtian stammered as she scanned her unfamiliar, lavish surroundings. The extravagant villa neighborhood around her was breathtaking, but she had no idea where she actually was. “How about this-give me a location, and I’ll take a cab to meet you there.”

Nie Shuangshuang quickly gave her the address for Yi Pin Ju, the nearby upscale restaurant. Mu Qingtian, eager to escape her predicament, hastily flagged down a cab with a wave. Her plan? Let Shuangshuang handle the bill. After all, if Shuangshuang was treating, why not let her foot the cab fare, too?

The cab driver raised an eyebrow when he heard Mu Qingtian mention “International Trade Center.” He glanced at her through the rearview mirror with a look of thinly veiled skepticism.

“Yi Pin Ju? The one next to the International Trade Center?” the driver muttered to himself incredulously. He couldn’t help thinking, Her? That restaurant was infamous as the go-to venue for young misses and young masters on dates. But this chubby girl didn’t look even remotely like one of them.

As the driver continued down the road, he studied Mu Qingtian through his rearview mirror. With her oversized glasses covering half her face, she gave off an earnest and naive vibe. He concluded she was likely heading to Yi Pin Ju for a job interview. It didn’t make sense otherwise-why would she spend so much on a cab instead of taking the bus, like a more practical person would?

The more the driver looked at her, the more his gaze filled with quiet disdain.

“Sir, could you please drive a little faster? I’m in a hurry,” Mu Qingtian urged, as her stomach let out another loud grumble in protest.

She could barely suppress her irritation as she thought about her current predicament. If it weren’t for that weird uncle, she would still be working peacefully at the casino. By now, she would probably be enjoying the complimentary staff meal-a delicious spread of four dishes and soup-rather than starving like this.

A small grin tugged at the corners of her mouth as she daydreamed about food. Yes, food! Forget the idea of three thousand handsome men-nothing could tempt Mu Qingtian as much as a plate of perfectly roasted duck.

The driver glanced back at her again, misinterpreting her urgency. I knew it, he thought, smugly congratulating himself for his earlier guess. She’s just rushing to her interview.

Meanwhile, at a high-end hotel across town, Ye Ziqian stepped through the doorway of the suite where he was supposed to meet Miss Yu. But just as he entered, completely unprompted, he sneezed-loudly-spraying Miss Yu, who had just stood to greet him, right in the face.

Miss Yu froze, utterly horrified, as droplets from the sneeze landed squarely on her flawless makeup.

Already in a sour mood from having waited three whole hours for him, her expression darkened further. Anger turned to indignation as she snapped, “Ziqian, what is the meaning of this?! I’ve been waiting here for three hours, and the first thing you do when you show up is-this! Tell me, what exactly have I done wrong?”

Ye Ziqian had never been spoken to like that by a woman before. “Miss Yu, you should be clear about your status,” he said, tossing a thick stack of photos onto the table. Each photo depicted Miss Yu’s beautiful face.

“What is this?” Miss Yu bent down to pick up the photos scattered on the floor. Her face turned pale as she realized they were all of her.

“Ziqian, t-this… what on earth is going on?” Miss Yu stammered, her tongue slightly numb as she struggled to process the situation.

“I told you, you are mine. You will be mine.” As he spoke, he gripped Miss Yu’s slender arm and pulled her into an embrace so intense and passionate that it left her breathless. Only when she begged for air did he finally let her go.

It turned out the photos were of her with other men.

Miss Yu was regarded as one of the most notable young misses in the city’s elite circles. Just a few days ago, she had announced her engagement to a colonel from the national military with great fanfare. It became the talk of the town, dripping with romance and grandeur. A red carpet over 500 meters long was laid out, with more than 90,000 roses forming a sea of flowers for the occasion.

Ye Ziqian had been invited to the engagement ceremony that day, watching the bride amidst the floral backdrop. He couldn’t take his eyes off her; an inexplicable admiration sparked within him.

He intensely felt that he wanted this woman-her presence, her beauty, her body.

This led Ye Ziqian to start digging into Miss Yu’s private affairs and relationships. To claim a woman already engaged within high society was no easy feat.

But Ye Ziqian was known for his decisive, no-nonsense ways. Once he decided he wanted something, he would stop at nothing to get it, regardless of the means.

The photos slipped from Miss Yu’s fingers and scattered across the floor. “You’re shameless,” she said, though her eyes flickered with a burning passion.

“I like that,” Ye Ziqian replied, his bold, handsome features sharp and defined. His rebellious air made Miss Yu momentarily lose herself in his charm.

“Where did these photos come from?” Miss Yu wasn’t a naïve girl. She wouldn’t let the matter rest without first getting to the bottom of how they had been obtained.

Ye Ziqian’s patience was wearing thin. Women were always so troublesome.

He pulled Miss Yu closer, yanking her forcefully into his arms.

“Because I want you,” he said bluntly, not bothering to offer further explanation. His ultimate goal was for her to submit to him without resistance.

“You bastard, ugh!” Miss Yu, fierce as ever, continued to put up a fight. It wasn’t that she disliked Ye Ziqian; rather, she detested the sense of dominance he exuded, that condescending attitude he constantly wore.

“Is that so? Then I’ll show you just how much of a bastard I can be. You’d better behave,” Ye Ziqian snapped, his patience utterly gone. He grabbed hold of Miss Yu’s clothing and ripped it away in a single motion, unleashing his frustration and desires.

“Don’t move. Cooperate with me obediently,” Ye Ziqian growled, pressing down on Miss Yu’s struggling hands with undeniable force. “If you dare to act out again, I’ll send those photos to the media and expose them online,” he threatened, his eyes dark and filled with primal desire. He showed no regard for the tears pooling in the corners of Miss Yu’s eyes, where pain had begun to etch itself.

Miss Yu looked at this devilishly handsome man, fear gripping her heart tightly.

This man was not only an unparalleled business genius but also the type of imposing heartbreaker women couldn’t resist.

In this city, any woman Ye Ziqian desired would inevitably fall into his hands. He had the power, the influence, and limitless means to achieve whatever he wanted.

Miss Yu closed her eyes, unable to deny the expertise of his actions. Despite having other lovers, none of them had ever made her feel such an overwhelming mix of pain and ecstasy-like teetering between heaven and earth.

Her mental resistance didn’t stop her body from betraying her, surrendering to his lead.

The photos still lay silently on the floor, untouched. Ye Ziqian’s animalistic urges had finally subsided.

He stood up, grabbing his clothes from the floor and his shirt from the table. Without even sparing Miss Yu a glance, he fixed his attire, tossed a wad of cash onto the table, and made for the door.

At the threshold, he turned his head slightly to say, “The contraceptive pills are in the nightstand drawer.”

With a sharp slam of the door, he was gone.

Miss Yu suddenly understood-they were worlds apart. Despite her foolish fantasies that perhaps his desire for her stemmed from love, today shattered that illusion completely.

He didn’t love her. He didn’t love anyone.

Tears welled up in Miss Yu’s eyes, but they refused to fall. Defeated and hollow, she reached for the pills, swallowing them alongside the remnants of bitter tea left on the table.