After the Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Paranoid Female Lead - Chapter 25

On the sofa inside He Yining’s luxury mansion, Ming Sian pulled open the top two buttons of her shirt, her small camisole faintly visible. Her hands were tearing at her clothes, but without any method, she only succeeded in making the shirt rumpled and wrinkled.

“Clean her up.”

He Yining gave an order and stepped toward the stairs.

Halfway there, she frowned and looked back. Fortunately, the servants in her house were all Betas, including the bodyguards; they would not be affected by Alpha pheromones.

In this villa, the only person who would be affected by the cherry rum was her.

He Yining reached back to touch the back of her neck; the feeling of hot swelling had not subsided. Bastard, just a small leak of pheromones had almost made her lose control.

Recalling the scene in the car, she felt her body temperature rise again. Originally, she could have controlled herself, but in that sealed space, the two of them were so close. She was already forcing herself to exercise restraint, yet Ming Sian suddenly grabbed her clothes and moved toward her bit by bit like a puppy, resting her chin on He Yining’s lap and looking up with hazy eyes.

“Who… are you?”

“So beautiful. You, I like beautiful people.”

“He Yining? The female lead…” Ming Sian’s eyes widened. “Are you going to kill me?”

He Yining was in no mood to listen to what she was saying; she could only feel Ming Sian’s breath spraying onto her leg. Even though they were separated by a pair of suit trousers, it still made her skin feel soft and itchy.

He Yining couldn’t help but move her leg. Under her movement, the weakened Ming Sian’s head dropped, her lips bumping into He Yining’s leg. The warm lips were still clear through the fabric, making her momentarily unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.

She hurriedly reached out to push Ming Sian’s head away, making her move further from her.

Even though she had already obtained Ming Sian’s physical examination report and confirmed their pheromone compatibility was 100%—the legendary “perfect match”—the strange thing was that Ming Sian’s entry exam showed her pheromone was “wine” and she was an intermediate Alpha. In just two short months, between autumn and winter, her pheromone had changed to cherry rum and she had become a top-tier Alpha.

Facts proved that Ming Sian’s arrival caused her body to undergo a secondary differentiation—or rather, an evolution. Because of this, she developed a cherry rum-scented pheromone, and coincidentally, the two pheromones were a perfect fit.

Thus, they couldn’t get too close. When sober, they could barely restrain themselves, but Ming Sian was currently not sober; she was searching for the source that could make her comfortable.

With a body as hot as a furnace approaching, He Yining felt a heatwave envelop her. She was already enduring physical discomfort, and at this moment, she wanted to embrace Ming Sian regardless of everything.

Her gaze fell on Ming Sian’s lips. She wanted to kiss them, kiss them… then it wouldn’t be so painful.

Just as He Yining leaned down and was about to kiss her, the car suddenly came to a steady stop. The driver’s voice rang out from the front, “Eldest Miss, we’ve arrived home.”

He Yining immediately opened the car door. The cold early winter wind blew against her face, clearing her head significantly. She pushed Ming Sian to one side, quickly got out of the car, and walked into the villa—her staggering figure carrying a rare trace of disarray.

But no one dared to look; all the servants in the villa lowered their heads.

“Ice water.”

He Yining gave an order, and a glass of ice water was soon placed before her. As the cold water went down, the chill instantly spread through her body, and the heat slowly vanished.

…

Having reached the upper floor, He Yining stripped off her constraints and walked barefoot into the bathroom.

As the warm water poured down from above, she felt her body gradually beginning to relax. That bastard Ming Sian, if there was a next time, she would completely let go of herself just like in the dreams.

No matter how cold a person is, dreaming every night of entanglement with an Alpha whose pheromones perfectly match your own causes sparks from the dreams to burst into reality.

The worst part was that she was becoming addicted to the dreams, slowly wanting to truly experience the taste of cherry rum once—it should be richer than in the dreams, and the tipsy feeling even stronger.

He Yining closed her eyes; her mind was full of images from the dreams.

Deep and dark, there seemed to be a large hand inside ready to drag her into the abyss at any moment. The abyss was filled with the sweetness of cherry rum, just waiting for her to get close so it could surge up and pull her into a tipsy state.

Is the sweetness of reality richer than the dreams? Her brain thought uncontrollably.

He Yining walked out of the bathroom with a cold face. Beneath that icy exterior was the surge of pheromones within her body and an unbearable heat.

She returned to the small living room outside her bedroom. Just as she was about to take a suppressant from the freezer, she heard a whimpering cry from inside the room.

What on earth was that sound?

Had the voice not sounded familiar, she might have picked up a sculpture to go in and deal a blow of physical damage to whatever “ghost” was inside.

When she saw the woman on the bed crying while hugging a pillow, He Yining’s pupils shrank sharply. Why was Ming Sian in her room, and on her bed?

Well… she seemingly hadn’t said much, only told the servants to clean Ming Sian up.

And after cleaning her up? Sending her to the bed, naturally.

She had never brought anyone back before, but these servants had worked in other places and were used to certain things. They probably thought that while she hadn’t done it before, she had suddenly changed her mind—which seemed normal enough.

He Yining watched as Ming Sian buried her head in the pillow and whimpered. She stepped forward and pulled the pillow away with a cold face. “You’re making enough noise to tear the ceiling down.”

These words seemed to sting Ming Sian. She sat up abruptly, revealing a face devoid of tears. “Don’t speak Hong Kong dialect, I don’t understand!”

She really didn’t understand. Even with the original host’s memories, she still struggled with the local dialect.

“I can speak my hometown dialect too. If you’re confused, don’t just talk, okay?”

Ming Sian’s hometown dialect used many double-words; clearly, she wasn’t very good at speaking it.

She was born in a small town in Jiangnan. Since the tourism industry in the town flourished, mostly only the grandparents’ generation spoke the local dialect frequently. Her generation didn’t have that particularly “earthy” feeling anymore.

He Yining watched her act drunkenly with cold eyes. She already knew the cause and effect of the situation: Ming Sian had taken a hallucinogen. Taking it alone was fine, but if combined with alcohol, the two would neutralize in the stomach, causing the alcohol to surge and even leading to hallucinations if there was too much.

It was one glass of wine, but with the drug, the alcohol effect was a hundred times higher.

Fortunately, Ming Sian hadn’t drunk much, otherwise the effect would have been similar to mixing cephalosporins with alcohol.

He Yining was in a bad mood, feeling very suppressed in certain aspects. She had intended to inject a suppressant but was interrupted; her mood could be imagined.

One must know, she wasn’t in her heat period—the abnormality in her body was entirely because of Ming Sian. And this person dared to be fierce with her?

“Ming Sian, who am I?”

He Yining’s voice carried a trace of unrest. The moment she saw Ming Sian, the physical discomfort intensified.

Ming Sian, unhappy about her pillow being stolen, reached out to hug another pillow. Her confused and slightly dissatisfied gaze moved to He Yining. After a long while, she blurted out, “Beautiful… Sister?”

He Yining, hearing this: “…”

She doesn’t even recognize me?

He Yining frowned. Imitating Ming Sian, she knelt on the bed. After getting slightly closer, she stared seriously into her eyes, wanting her to see clearly who she was.

“Hou sen ya zou fung hai ngo, cung tau nou lik ya ha m fo, tung tung ba tak gau hou gwo…” (Lyrics to “Glad You Let Me Go Earlier”)

Ming Sian suddenly started singing. He Yining understood every word, but she hadn’t heard this song before.

Glad you let me go earlier?

What did that mean? Using lyrics to tell her that she should have let her go long ago? That if she didn’t let go, then no one would have a good time? It sounded like a threat.

He Yining was silent for a long while. She had never imagined that an Alpha on her bed would have the leisure to sing.

“Shut up!”

The singing stopped abruptly. Ming Sian pouted aggrievedly.

Perhaps because her body was too hot, her bathrobe had been pulled down significantly. What met the eyes, besides fair skin, was…

One could only say that Ming Sian was not the “flat” type she had imagined.

Ming Sian’s face was flushed. Perhaps due to the alcohol, she actually lay directly by He Yining’s leg, her head rubbing against it like a cat.

“Wooo, Sister is so fierce.”

“But Sister, you are truly beautiful.”

“Sister, let this girl have a kiss.”

“Unlike that bad woman He Yining. She’s good-looking, but she’s very bad.”

“Sister, let’s not be like her!”

He Yining: “…” How was she supposed to convince herself not to take offense with Ming Sian?

She felt the warmth on her thigh and the increasingly rich sweetness of cherry rum; the room was filled with a burning atmosphere.

“Ming Sian,” she called coldly, wanting to push that big head away.

Ming Sian rubbed twice in dissatisfaction. “Why so fierce! Bad woman.”

Bad woman? Is she talking about me?

He Yining grabbed a pillow to cover Ming Sian’s face, pressing down hard for a few seconds before taking it away. Her hand slowly tightened around Ming Sian’s slender neck; with just a little force, this person would suffocate.

At this moment, Ming Sian suddenly sat up and said seriously and loudly: “Yes, I am a bad woman. Starting today, I’m going to have 108 girlfriends!”

For a moment, He Yining didn’t know what to say.

She had seen people act drunkenly, but Ming Sian’s way wasn’t exactly noisy—it was even a bit cute. No, mostly it was just speechless.

Ming Sian poked He Yining’s forehead with her fingertip. “He Yining, do you know I’m going to have 108 girlfriends?”

“I am a bad woman!”

She seemed to only remember this, constantly muttering it as if it were already set in stone.

He Yining was almost made to laugh by her anger. Of course, she didn’t think she liked Ming Sian; at most, she was influenced by the dreams, which gave her a sense of possessiveness toward Ming Sian.

She would never mistreat herself; if she wanted something, she had to have it.

He Yining tightened her grip on Ming Sian’s neck playfully. “108 women? Can you even handle one of me?”

Her hand seemed to be burned, and she subconsciously wanted to withdraw it. The next second, her grip tightened even more.

Ming Sian’s logic suddenly snapped. Handle what? She slapped her forehead hard, feeling her consciousness was very unclear.

Like an aging machine running sluggishly, but the horsepower was constantly increasing. The buzzing sound grew louder and louder, yet it couldn’t produce any results.

This was her current state: her brain was working desperately but found it couldn’t turn at all. Her body became more and more excited, her skin burning hot, making her unable to resist pulling at her bathrobe again.

She looked hazily at He Yining before her, feeling the coolness of He Yining’s palm on her neck, which excellently relieved the heat on her skin. She slowly approached, wanting more.

Seeing Ming Sian lean in, He Yining reached out to block her face. Perhaps because the movement was too fast, a “slap” sounded.

Ming Sian was stunned for a moment by the hit. “You? Hit me.”

He Yining blinked guiltily. She had only felt her territory being invaded and wanted to push her away, but the sweetness of cherry rum hitting her face gave her a bit of a tipsy feeling.

The two grew closer and closer until fire and ice embraced.

Ming Sian hugged the block of ice in her arms tightly. The burning heat on her body made her unable to tell what she was holding; she only felt softness, coldness, and comfort.

He Yining was held very tightly. She wasn’t angry; instead, the corners of her mouth curled up. She didn’t dislike contact with Ming Sian—in fact, she liked it very much.

The hand she had on Ming Sian slowly moved to the back of her neck. Her fingernails caught the edge of the suppressant patch and immediately peeled it off.

The pheromones that were already nearly uncontrollable swept in instantly, simultaneously triggering He Yining’s own pheromones to surge out.

She reached back and peeled off her own suppressant patch as well, revealing the snowflake mark. The hot cherry rum merged with the cold snowy forest.

He Yining pulled at the bathrobe belt tied around Ming Sian’s waist and said with a husky voice: “Ple*ase me.”

Before the words had finished, her lips were pressed against Ming Sian’s.

Ming Sian felt as if a switch had been flipped. She only felt dense, tingly itches appear on her body, all caused by this kiss.

As if naturally gifted, she explored and entangled, her mouth filled with the other’s sweetness.

Everything was purely based on instinct. For Ming Sian, whose brain was almost unable to function, instinct was far more useful than thinking—at least her instinct might be better than her actual te*chnique.

He Yining propped herself up with both hands; her palms gradually began to want to grab onto something.

The bathrobe was tossed aside, forming a parabola in the air. The kiss continued.

Finally, as her hand tightened around Ming Sian’s waist, He Yining closed her eyes. Only when the eyes are closed is the sense of touch more vivid.

The lights in the room were set to turn off at a certain time. The two spent a long while adapting to groping in the dark. The two slender and long silhouettes, when the moonlight shone in, became a bit more aesthetic.

Even the moon couldn’t help but put on headphones to avoid hearing more of the lovers’ low moans.

——

Ming Sian woke up once in the middle of the night. She was so weary she could barely open her eyes. Squinting a tiny slit, she actually found He Yining sleeping beside her, her neck covered in “strawberries” (hickeys)… Wait, they really did it?

He Yining wasn’t asleep yet. Seeing her wake up, she looked at her with a complex gaze.

“We?” she asked in disbelief.

He Yining’s seductive state hadn’t fully faded, but she was amused by Ming Sian’s look. Acting provocatively, she said with a husky voice: “Do you like it? We can continue.”

Continue? Continue what? She must be dreaming.

Ming Sian’s eyes could barely open; as soon as she opened them, she felt a stinging pain, so she hurriedly closed them again. Seeing the scene before her, she simply gave up struggling, treated it as a dream, and fell back to sleep.

Looking at Ming Sian who fell asleep in seconds, He Yining was actually made to laugh in anger. She simply pulled over the quilt and didn’t give her any of it.

But seeing the marks on her body, she still tossed a blanket over her.

He Yining was reminiscing about the pleasure just now; reality was much more intoxicating than the dreams. She truly wanted to imprison Ming Sian by her side more and more.

Perhaps this matter wasn’t difficult.

He Yining pondered, but didn’t think for long. The brain after such an event might not be considered sober, and sleepiness gradually swept in.

Her last thought was that Ming Sian could not escape from the palm of her hand.

Ming Sian was completely unaware of the thoughts of the person beside her. When she woke up again, it was already the next day. She felt a slight pleasantness within the soreness of her body—a physical soreness, yet her spirit was refreshed.

Last night? Images of what happened last night surfaced in her mind, but the memory stopped abruptly at the moment she lay in He Yining’s arms.

In other words, He Yining saved her and brought her here.

But where was “here”? She felt the coolness on her gland, reached up to touch it, and was shocked! Where is the suppressant patch?

What a terrifying thing—to wake up and find the suppressant patch gone.

Although she hadn’t been in this world long, she knew the importance of suppressant patches to Alphas and Omegas. Actually, it wasn’t important to wear them normally, as long as they were worn from three days before to three days after the heat period. The fear was meeting people who didn’t follow “Alpha virtue” or “Omega virtue”—if something happened and pheromones were triggered, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Therefore, unless one’s conditions were extremely poor or one had some perverse hobby, most people would wear a suppressant patch when going out just in case. After all, no one wanted to place their hopes on other people’s morality.

The most important question now was: who took off her suppressant patch? And where was she?

There was no one beside Ming Sian, only the bathrobe that had flown to one side. It seemed she had even bathed last night. Who helped her bathe?

The messy bed, the suppressant patches scattered at the foot of the bed—two of them—she simply dared not think about it.

Besides her own suppressant patch, she was very familiar with the other one; it was the brand He Yining had given her. This left her with no choice but to associate it with something.

The decor of the room was very cold and minimalist. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows, curtains tightly closed so she couldn’t see if it was day or night outside. A large bed sat in the middle of the room, with bedside tables on either side—nothing else.

She could see the glass door next to her was pulled open, revealing a walk-in closet. Further in should be the bathroom; the light inside was on, and it seemed someone was there.

Who was it? He Yining?

Images from her dream last night appeared in her mind; in the dream, He Yining had said some very explicit things. It felt like it wasn’t a dream.

Ming Sian’s heart was beating very fast. To be honest, if she really had a relationship with someone, she actually hoped a little bit that it was He Yining.

Of course, it would be best if nothing happened at all.

But it was unlikely; given the scene in the room, it was hard to imagine nothing had happened.

Ming Sian frowned. If something really happened, what should she do?

Last night she had almost no consciousness, like being in a drunken state. But she had only had a few sips. At that time, she was sure there was a problem with the candy Lan Heqing gave her.

She peeked cautiously into the walk-in closet. Seeing that the person inside wasn’t ready to come out yet, she hurriedly wrapped herself in the quilt to reach for the bathrobe. Just as her arm stretched out, the door inside sounded, and He Yining, wrapped in a bathrobe, walked out.

Her movement froze there. The two made eye contact, and she lowered her head awkwardly. Fortunately, she was wrapped in the quilt, otherwise she really wouldn’t be able to face anyone.

At the same time, she actually let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t some other woman.

He Yining looked at her coldly, turned back to the walk-in closet, took out a clean bathrobe, and threw it at her face. “Go wash.”

Then He Yining returned to the bathroom.

Ming Sian quickly wrapped herself in the bathrobe and headed to the bathroom with a new towel.

Walking into the closet area, there was a meter-wide carpet in the middle that led directly into the bathroom. Walking barefoot, it wasn’t cold. The indoor heating and ventilation were both on.

Besides, winter in Hong Kong wasn’t too cold; down jackets weren’t even needed.

Entering the closet, Ming Sian realized that He Yining’s walk-in closet was truly massive—roughly the size of two rooms. It also had floor-to-ceiling windows, and each area was well-divided: bags, coats, dresses, and watches.

The entire second floor was over two hundred square meters, and nearly a hundred of those were for placing clothes.

Is this the life of a rich person? I don’t understand it, but I want it.

Ming Sian stole a glance at He Yining, who was choosing clothes, and walked quickly to the bathroom.

The bathroom was larger than her dorm—she meant the area of the entire apartment, not just her small room.

She personally verified the saying that a rich family’s toilet is larger than an ordinary person’s home.

Ming Sian’s thoughts wandered aimlessly, trying to ease her nervous mood. She really wanted to know if anything happened between her and He Yining, but she couldn’t ask directly—it was too agonizing. So she observed the surrounding environment to calm her heart.

While washing up, she stood before the full-length mirror and saw the fingernail marks on her body, as well as the cherry tree flower mark on the back of her neck, which was much redder than usual.

It seemed she really did mark He Yining… The Q&A between the two at night wasn’t a dream. If it were real, it showed from another angle that He Yining didn’t reject intimacy between them.

After confirming this, Ming Sian let the shower water pour down from her head, hoping to calm herself down.

Last night’s events happened suddenly. Although she knew Gu Xing would make a move, she didn’t expect the other party to actually buy off Lan Heqing and use drugs.

Her meeting Lan Heqing was an accident; Gu Xing couldn’t have predicted it in advance. Therefore, it must have been after she and Lan Heqing met and became somewhat familiar that the other party moved with coercion and inducement.

Lan Heqing sent a message later to remind Cheng Cheng; likely her conscience couldn’t take it after all.

Ming Sian didn’t notice that while she was thinking, she completely excluded He Yining and directly locked her suspicion onto Gu Xing.

After washing up, she put on the bathrobe and tucked her wet hair into the hood before walking out.

He Yining was already fully dressed in a suit and shirt—not quite like her usual wear. She was dressed more formally today.

“Uhm… where are you going?”

“I have negotiations with Liang Feng today, did you forget?”

When she said those last three words, He Yining’s tone grew much colder, as if she were dissatisfied that she had forgotten work.

Ming Sian suddenly remembered. Oh right, today was the first negotiation for the Liang family property division case. As an assistant, she definitely had to go. But she didn’t have clothes!

“I…”

She gestured helplessly at her clothes. She couldn’t go out in a bathrobe, could she? Where were her clothes?

He Yining sized her up. Before long, someone knocked on the room door. “Eldest Miss, the clothes you ordered prepared have been pressed.”

“Bring them in.”

The room door was pushed open, and a servant brought the clothes and placed them on the bed, leaving without looking aside.

He Yining’s gaze fell on her wet hair. “There’s an automatic hair dryer in the bathroom.”

Is there? She hadn’t noticed, mainly because she had never seen one.

Ming Sian gave a dry laugh and went back to the bathroom. Sure enough, she saw the automatic hair dryer. After sitting down, she started the machine. The temperature was perfect, the drying even, and a soft warm breeze blew through her hair. Her thoughts, however, slowly drifted away.

How am I supposed to face He Yining in a moment? Do I have to take responsibility?

Time passed in anxiety. When she walked out, He Yining was no longer in the room. The suit given to her was lying on the bed—a full set of high-end tailoring: a white shirt, a dark gray suit set, paired with a suit vest and a pure black tie. After putting it on, she felt she had turned into a Wall Street big shot in seconds.

High-end suits are very particular—not just the fabric and the cut, but every step of tailoring and sewing, including the choice of a button, is handled with extreme care.

The person making the suit must be a top-level designer and a top-level tailor.

The aesthetic of a high-end suit is indescribable. This is probably why some people wear suits and look like they sell insurance, while others put on a suit and look like a natural “overbearing CEO.” The suit itself provides a clear distinction.

Ming Sian remembered her first custom suit cost 10,000 yuan. Its aesthetic comfort was far inferior to the one she was wearing now, and it was perfectly fitted.

A custom suit is very troublesome to make. That He Yining could immediately prepare such a well-fitting high-end suit for her showed how much care was put into it.

Ming Sian stood before the mirror and checked herself for a while before walking out. At the door of the room was a pair of rabbit-ear slippers; the ears were very long, which was honestly a bit exaggerated.

A CEO suit paired with pink rabbit-ear slippers was quite the match.

Outside the room were the small living room and the study, with no partition, so she could see everything at a glance. The small living room on the second floor was private. Thinking of how He Yining would curl up on the sofa in the living room when she had nothing to do—what a cute little thing.

Coming downstairs, He Yining was reading the newspaper.

She awkwardly stepped forward to greet her. Her gaze couldn’t help but fall on the silk scarf around He Yining’s neck. Recalling the scene at night, she instantly understood why the other party was wearing a scarf, and her face suddenly grew hot.

“Lawyer He.”

He Yining looked up at her and then signaled the servant to come forward.

The servant walked to her side and made a gesture of invitation. “Ma’am, please have your meal.”

Ming Sian gave a dry laugh. “Okay.”

She wasn’t used to it—she wasn’t used to any of it. Fortunately He Yining was there, still as cold as ice. If the other’s attitude had changed drastically after they had sex, she definitely wouldn’t have been able to adapt.

Coming to the dining table, she was stunned. Eating grass first thing in the morning?

A vegetable salad and various drinks: orange juice, coffee, vegetable juice, milk.

Ming Sian wasn’t a herbivore, so she decided to eat the vegetables while drinking the milk.

Quickly filling her stomach, Ming Sian walked directly to He Yining. “Lawyer He, I’ve finished eating.”

“Mm.”

Seeing her rise, Ali hurriedly stepped forward. “Eldest Miss, the car is ready.”

He Yining didn’t speak. Halfway out, she suddenly looked at Ming Sian. “Laptop?”

She shook her head. “Didn’t bring it.”

He Yining looked at Ali. Ali quickly walked inside and soon came out with a brand-new laptop.

Ming Sian knew this series; it was one of the brand’s most expensive laptops, worth about 100,000 yuan.

“It’s too expensive.” Seeing Ali hand the laptop to her, she hurriedly waved her hands in refusal.

He Yining didn’t even give her a look. “Register it immediately and complete the login for the company intranet.”

The materials Ming Sian prepared would be synchronized after logging in, so using a new laptop was fine. Besides, it was such a high-end computer; many features weren’t available on ordinary ones. Compared to the original host who gritted her teeth to buy an 8,000-yuan computer, He Yining casually had someone bring out a 100,000-yuan one. Truly inhumane wealth.

She took the laptop. “Alright, Lawyer He. I’ll return it after I use it.”

He Yining gave her a look that brooked no doubt. “A successful negotiation—this is the reward.”

If they could settle this case, the law firm’s income would be several million. If it were a reward, she felt cash would be better. A 100,000-yuan laptop was too precious; she held it with trembling hands, afraid of any bumps or scratches.

Today He Yining was in a more grand and steady car, like a Phantom. No, she saw this car last night; it was the one He Yining took her away in.

Memories that were nearly forgotten were now crashing into her brain.

Ming Sian was very curious about what Lan Heqing had actually given her for the effect to be so strong.

Coming to the car, He Yining gave the driver a look. The driver immediately got out, and Ali hurriedly opened the door.

After He Yining got in, Ali immediately sat in the driver’s seat.

Ming Sian: “?” Not a word needed to be said—what a rapport.

If it were her, even after two more looks, she probably wouldn’t understand. Sure enough, some people are naturally not cut out for this line of work.

She hesitated for a moment and pulled open the door to the passenger seat. She was just an assistant. Unless multiple people were traveling, she would definitely sit in the front.

He Yining stared expressionlessly as she sat in the passenger seat; it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Ming Sian obediently opened the laptop packaging and began registering the computer. Wait, where was her phone?

Thus, she could only ask cautiously, “Lawyer He, did you see my phone?”

Ali blinked. She really wanted to wear a pair of headphones to avoid hearing any explicit words.

He Yining frowned slightly, took the phone from her bag, and handed it over. “Your things are in the trunk, get them yourself.”

Her expression looked a bit impatient, but in fact her voice was very gentle—it felt like she wasn’t as impatient as she appeared.

Who knows what she thought of, but the tips of her ears turned red.

Ming Sian immediately realized that He Yining was talking about the clothes she wore yesterday. Speaking of which, it was a bit funny. Because she was going out to have fun, a suit was somewhat inappropriate. she had bought several sets of clothes online: casual suit pants, work pants, wide-leg jeans, plus tops slightly shorter than regular ones—it was more relaxed.

She rarely dressed like this in her previous life; when she went out, it was also suit pants and a shirt, or occasionally a dress.

So, yesterday He Yining saw a version of her completely different from usual.

Ming Sian wanted to say something but stopped; since Ali was there, she felt embarrassed to ask.

After setting up the laptop, she took a look through the rearview mirror. He Yining was resting with her eyes closed. She couldn’t resist looking twice more at the silk scarf on her neck.

To her surprise, He Yining suddenly opened her eyes, and they made eye contact.

Ming Sian coughed lightly and withdrew her gaze, but then couldn’t resist looking again. He Yining’s gaze didn’t move away, as if she had expected she would look again.

“Lawyer He… last night?”

Facing He Yining’s gaze, she finally asked.

Ming Sian turned back with a serious look, but when she saw the back seat, a memory surfaced in her mind—the image of her dizzily rubbing against He Yining like a puppy happy to see its owner.

How embarrassing!

Images slowly appeared in her mind of He Yining being affected by her pheromones—alluring, stunning, and seductive.

Ming Sian hurriedly looked down and dared not look again. It was too awkward; she didn’t even need to buy a villa anymore.

She couldn’t look He Yining in the eye. The images in her mind were affecting her judgment. But why were there no memories of the villa?

Was the drug effect still not gone?

Seeing her look down, He Yining asked directly, “What do you want to ask?”

Ming Sian was surprised she would ask proactively. After the words turned in her mouth for a bit, she asked instead, “Does Lawyer He know what kind of drug I took?”

When she asked this, a flash of dissatisfaction passed through He Yining’s eyes.

“A type of hallucinogen. It only takes effect when combined with alcohol. If both conditions are met, the mildest case is over-excitement, while the severe case is unconsciousness. Even more severely, rescue efforts may fail. You should be glad you only took one pill and didn’t drink much alcohol.”

Ming Sian clenched her fists, her brow furrowed deeply. If this was the case, it would be a huge loss if she didn’t get revenge.

“Is it Gu Xing and Lan Heqing?”

He Yining nodded, a trace of interest in her eyes. “Do you want revenge?”

“Why not?” Ming Sian wasn’t one to take things lying down.

Both Lan Heqing and Gu Xing were targets for her revenge.

He Yining looked at her with appreciation. “You don’t have evidence.”

“There’s no evidence for this matter, but what about other things? Since Gu Xing could use this method against me, she might not have been clean in the past. There will always be clues.”

When a person is bad—whether born bad or gradually turning bad—they will always leave behind a few bad deeds. Since Gu Xing could get this kind of drug, how could she not have done a few bad things before? Besides, the Gu Xing in the novel had many scandals exposed.

“What about Lan Heqing?”

When He Yining mentioned this name, her tone was exceptionally calm, yet Ming Sian actually heard the concern within. “Does Lawyer He know why Lan would help Gu Xing?”

He Yining didn’t answer. she picked up her phone and sent a file to Ming Sian.

Ming Sian was surprised. He Yining actually investigated this matter—when did she start the investigation, and why? Was it because she cared about her?

She couldn’t figure it out, nor did she dare to think too deeply. Could He Yining really have developed feelings for me?

But given her efforts to shape her persona and show her rebellious, hard-to-control side, why did He Yining still have sex with her?

Although she hadn’t asked out loud, she had an idea in her heart. There was at least an 80% chance they did it. It was precisely because she knew that she couldn’t ask.

Once she asked, should she take responsibility or not?

Ming Sian looked down at the information. It contained photos of Gu Xing and Lan Heqing sitting together, along with marked dates.

Calculating the time, that was after her third outing with Lan Heqing. In other words, Gu Xing only started planning after she was sure that Ming Sian and Lan Heqing had become friends.

The information was very detailed, the timeline clearly written, along with what methods Gu Xing used to get Lan Heqing to agree to this.

Lan Heqing came from a single-parent family. Her mother was a lawyer at a high-level law firm—not exactly wealthy, but doing quite well. The family conditions were upper-middle. She was also multi-talented, a warm “little sun” who was very popular.

However, Gu Xing had her company discuss cooperation with the law firm, getting a hold on Lan Heqing’s mother first and threatening Lan Heqing with her work. Lan Heqing could only agree.

Of course, Ming Sian didn’t feel sympathy for Lan Heqing. She was the victim; why should she sympathize with an accomplice?

Regardless, if it weren’t for He Yining, who knows what she would have encountered. The best-case scenario would be that she reached the hospital and successfully cleared the drug’s effect. The worst-case scenario would be using blood to stay sober and then dealing with each person who came along—the result being ruining herself.

What about the current result? She had tried so hard to escape her entanglement with He Yining, yet they still ended up here.

Seeing her look pensive after finishing the information, He Yining raised an eyebrow. “What? Thinking Lan Heqing was forced and feeling sorry for her?”

Where did that conclusion come from?

Ming Sian straightened her body, like an elementary student who was caught slacking and suddenly called on by the teacher.

“No, I’m just thinking about what method would provide the quickest revenge.”

Ming Sian considered herself a “chill person”—she wouldn’t bother others if they didn’t bother her. Small frictions were one thing, but Gu Xing aimed to ruin her, and Lan Heqing, even if forced, had taken action.

He Yining let out a light laugh. “There is one.”

“What?” Ming Sian looked over blankly. The quickest way she had thought of would still take a year or two. After all, the Gu family in the novel was a villain to some extent, and there were some weaknesses she could find ways to obtain.

Even if she couldn’t bring down the Gu family, she could at least make them give up on Gu Xing.

He Yining’s pleasant voice rang out, making her heart itch—it also made her heart itch to hear: “Be my person.”

Huh?

Ming Sian’s hand shook, and her phone almost dropped. The car speed increased significantly in that instant but immediately stabilized.

“Is Lawyer He joking?”

He Yining didn’t speak immediately; she just looked at her quietly. Seeing that Ming Sian avoided her gaze, she finally spoke: “I don’t like to joke.”

Uh… Ming Sian was so nervous her palms were sweating. “Why?”

“Our pheromone compatibility is perfect. You can bring me pleasure.”

What a blunt reason—so blunt that Ming Sian’s face turned completely red. Her brain stalled, and her face was so hot she felt she might faint from the flush.

Perhaps seeing that she didn’t speak, He Yining explained kindly: “Last night, I was very pleased.”

Ming Sian was practically smoking. Could the Eldest Miss not say everything out loud? There’s someone else here.

She glanced at Ali. Ali was like a robot, looking straight ahead as if she hadn’t heard anything, but the accelerator was subtly picking up speed.

The car was very quiet, the air frozen. Ming Sian could even hear her own heartbeat.

Amidst the busy traffic, people shared the same world, yet each had their own little world. Some worlds might intertwine and meet, while others would never meet in this lifetime.

But it seemed her and He Yining’s little worlds were destined to meet and collide, becoming eternally entangled. No matter how she tried to avoid it, things had still reached the situation she least wanted to see.

Ming Sian took a deep breath. “Last night, we…”

She was too shy to finish the question.

He Yining probably didn’t want to say more, and her tone became forceful and cold: “Yes, we did it.”

It was simply too blunt—so blunt Ming Sian didn’t want to face it.

“Then…”

“Don’t want to take responsibility?” He Yining interrupted her.

Ming Sian hurriedly shook her head. “No…”

“Then that means you agree.”

“No.”

He Yining’s expression suddenly turned cold. “Don’t want to acknowledge it?”

No, is this something I can just acknowledge? Ming Sian shook her head. “That’s not what I mean.”

“Heh!” He Yining’s smile was slightly cold. “Ming Sian, there is no escaping.”

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[Author’s Note]

Entering VIP chapters. Thanks to the babies for your support.

Ming Sian: Why don’t I have any memories? Dammit.

He Yining: Wanting to prove I’m lying, or wanting to reminisce?