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Lu Yichen saw his Yu Wei in the arms of another man. That man held her as though she were the most precious treasure in the world... He even lowered his head and gently kissed her, while she, so docile and obedient, allowed it.

Had it been any other time, he would have charged forward without hesitation. But now, he did not. He loathed himself, despised what he had endured tonight.

All he wanted was to leave, to cleanse himself completely.

The car sped westward without stopping, leaving Xia Yu Wei behind, utterly unaware of what had happened.

Ye Lifeng drove Xia Yu Wei to the Imperial Court Hotel.

Watching Ye, so gentle as he carried a girl inside, the hotel staff felt their gossip instincts stir, but no one dared utter a word in his presence. They dutifully arranged the finest reserved suite for their distinguished guest.

He placed her carefully on the bed, tucked her in, and gazed at the faint traces of tears on her sleeping face, at her pitiable, helpless look, feeling a surge of tenderness.

Was this heartbreak? Was she grieving, had she finally given up on Lu Yichen?

If so, for him, it meant one less rival. Did it mean he now had more certainty, more opportunity?

Ah, such thoughts were humble...

From birth, there was nothing he desired that he could not obtain. No wonder he was so confident. With women, only those he did not want eluded him—never those he did. Yet she alone made him uncertain. The urge to possess her heart grew stronger, almost as though he were bewitched.

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Xia Yu Wei stirred awake, her eyes fixed absentmindedly on the ceiling.

“Sleepyhead, you’re awake!” Ye Lifeng, who had come to check on her secretly for the one hundred and first time since morning, finally caught her at the moment she awoke. Squatting by the bedside, he teased her gently, then pressed the service bell to request lunch.

“...Senior...” Xia Yu Wei rubbed her eyes, and seeing Ye Lifeng, she was a little flustered. Looking around, the surroundings reminded her of her parents’ place, though clearly more upscale. She quickly realized she was in the Imperial Court Hotel.

Looking down, she found herself dressed in the hotel’s high-quality pink women’s guest nightwear. She abruptly looked up at Ye Lifeng, stammering, “Senior... did you... did you change my clothes?” She couldn’t remember a thing—how could she have slept so deeply?

Ye Lifeng laughed at her nervousness. “I did, but actually, I asked a female staff member to help. You were in quite a state yesterday. Just wanted to tease you a little, seeing how tense you are.”

Xia Yu Wei’s face flushed to her ears. She dove into the covers like a quail. Oh heavens, she couldn’t face anyone now—how could her senior treat her like this...

“Come now, don’t be embarrassed. You’ll have to get used to my presence, you know?” Ye Lifeng watched her adorable display, his heart itching to possess her, unable to stop himself from uttering such ambiguous words.

With her face buried in the pillow, Xia Yu Wei said nothing, pretending not to hear. After a full rest, she felt refreshed, as if the gloomy feelings had temporarily faded.

Ye Lifeng’s words suddenly brought yesterday’s scene back to her mind, and a pang of sorrow seized her.

No, she must make herself numb. She must not let her heart sink. She must not think of him, must not love him, nor hate him. She reminded herself: he had nothing to do with her. As her mother had said, he was merely... merely the awakening of emotion, merely a lingering attachment to youthful memories. Without him, she could live just as well...

Could she really get used to her senior’s presence?

Xia Yu Wei lifted her head, feigning calm. “Oh, right, senior, have you seen my phone? My mother should have called me this morning.”

“No need to worry. Your mother did call, and I answered. I’ve already told her you’re here and assured her that I’ll bring you to her once you’re awake.”

“...Were there any other calls?” Xia Yu Wei hesitated, asking quietly. A faint, inappropriate hope lingered in her heart—she didn’t want anyone to know, but she was desperate to learn whether he had called.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Ye Lifeng didn’t answer her question, but left the bedroom and went to the living room, saying, “Come in.” A staff member in a smart uniform wheeled in a meal cart and bowed slightly to Ye Lifeng.

“Leave it here. You may go now.”

“Yes, young master.” With that, the staff respectfully exited.

Ye Lifeng returned.

“You must be hungry. You were so distracted last night you barely ate. It’s nearly one in the afternoon now—you must be starving. I’ve ordered lunch for you, come and eat.”

“Senior, I’d like to change clothes and take a shower first, before eating, if that’s alright?” Xia Yu Wei felt awkward with Ye Lifeng’s natural closeness. A direct refusal might hurt his kindness, but accepting it made her uneasy.

Why hadn’t he answered her earlier? Was he afraid she’d be disappointed? A thread of sadness crept over her, enveloping her slowly.

Ye Lifeng understood and stepped outside. Xia Yu Wei slowly climbed out of bed, entered the bathroom attached to the bedroom, took off her nightwear, and turned on the shower, rinsing herself.

She had promised herself not to be sad anymore.

But as her hands slowly traced over every part of her body, tears fell uncontrollably.

She remembered the absurd, laughable promise...

She remembered every touch, every thrill he brought...

She remembered every embrace, every kiss...

She remembered that he might do the same with someone else...