Chapter 62 Green Tea, Get Lost! My First Time Belongs to Wen Wan!

“Chen Luo, look at me. Am I beautiful?”

Chen Luo gazed at Tang Xiwei standing before him, dressed in tight leather and with deliberately sultry makeup. If not for the utter flatness of her chest, she might actually have had some allure. In truth, no matter how provocatively this despicable green tea acted—even if she stripped naked before him—he wouldn’t be moved in the slightest.

He looked at Tang Xiwei with eyes utterly devoid of emotion, then glanced down at the ropes binding him. The ropes were red, resembling hemp cord, and not easily broken. But that wasn’t the main issue—the main issue was just how perverse the way she’d tied him up was!

His arms were bound behind his back by cords across his torso, the ropes tracing out the contours of his chest and abs. His legs were forced apart, with a loop of cord fastened cruelly at his most sensitive spot. Now he was left wearing only a pair of boxers and a black tank top.

Wasn’t this the so-called rope play from SM? What on earth was this manipulative woman trying to do now?

“Tang Xiwei, untie me.”

Chen Luo’s tone was icy calm, paying no attention to her affectedly seductive posturing, his gaze upon her as coldly dismissive as if he were looking at a heap of trash.

Crack!

Tang Xiwei’s whip lashed down onto the seat beside them, sending up a cloud of dust inside the car.

“Chen Luo, you bastard! Don’t look at me like that!”

“Now! Look at me with the obsessive, adoring eyes you used to have! Maybe then I’ll consider letting you go.”

Ever since that time Chen Luo had publicly given flowers to Wen Wan, he’d never once looked at Tang Xiwei with anything other than indifference or, at best, the utter disgust he displayed now.

No! I am the chosen one! I am the elite who has climbed across classes, twenty years ahead of my peers! I will not—cannot—allow a simpering dog like Chen Luo to treat me this way!

Chen Luo continued to stare at her, cold and silent.

Unexpectedly, Tang Xiwei laughed, tossed aside the whip, spread her legs, and straddled Chen Luo, pressing her flat chest against his. She leaned close, whispering by his ear.

“Come on, call me Xiwei one more time. Isn’t this what you always wanted? I can give it to you, you know…”

“Oh, look at you blushing! Are you tempted? Tell me if you’re tempted!”

Seeing Chen Luo’s face flush deep red at her words, Tang Xiwei finally felt a glimmer of satisfaction. She’d worried that his indifference meant her charm had faded.

So I do still have it! Hahaha!

But before she could savor her triumph, Chen Luo—his face scarlet—burst out furiously.

“Tempted, my ass! You just stomped on my foot with your high heel!”

With a sudden lurch, Chen Luo threw himself forward, knocking Tang Xiwei off him. Her head smacked first against the front seat, then she tumbled to the floor, arms and legs splayed, her skirt riding up indecently. Chen Luo didn’t spare her a single glance.

His loathing for Tang Xiwei was so complete, not even the faintest physical reaction was possible.

Hair disheveled, Tang Xiwei scrambled up, ignoring her appearance, snatched up the whip and lashed at Chen Luo. He turned his face away, and the whip cracked against the car window.

With a snarl, Tang Xiwei threw herself at Chen Luo, hands grasping to pull down his shorts.

“Damn you, Chen Luo! Tonight I’m going to have you, then beat you half to death, and drag you to see Wen Xiu!”

Beneath her hatred for Chen Luo burned an even deeper drive—the primal urge to conquer him. Whether it was the rumors of his virility or her regret at not having claimed him before, all of it fueled her feral impulse as she lunged at him.

Tang Xiwei, wild with frenzy, tore off her leather jacket, gnawing at Chen Luo’s neck, hands tugging at his tank top and shorts.

“Get off me! My first time is for Wen Wan!”

Unable to move his body, Chen Luo simply smashed his forehead into Tang Xiwei’s.

“Ah!” Tang Xiwei cried out, clutching her head and collapsing sideways onto the seat. But she refused to give up, gritting her teeth and throwing herself at him again.

At that moment, there was a sharp rapping at the car door.

“Didn’t I tell you not to disturb me? Are you deaf?”

Tang Xiwei grabbed a dress from the passenger seat and pulled it over herself before shouting out the window.

“Miss Tang, it’s Young Master Wen on the phone. He says it’s urgent—you must answer.”

Hearing that it was Wen Xiu, Tang Xiwei didn’t dare delay; he was her only support now.

“Hello, Young Master Wen, I’m—”

“Cut the crap! Get Chen Luo to Ning City within the hour!”

“One minute late, and don’t even think about entering my villa! I’ll sell you to the dirtiest brothel in town!”

“Yes, yes! I’ll set out immediately—we should be there in forty minutes!”

The call ended with a sharp beep. Tang Xiwei could hear the real anger in Wen Xiu’s voice. With no time to waste, she called to her men in black.

“Hurry! Drive! Get us back to Ning City as fast as possible!”

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Ning City, Wen Xiu’s residence.

“Damn it! That useless woman!”

“She still wants to be my woman? I’ll sell her to a brothel tonight!”

Wen Xiu was panting, his face a mix of rage and panic.

“Hurry! Hurry! That madwoman is on her way! If you don’t get here soon, I’m finished!”

The reason Wen Xiu was so terrified was because of two phone calls he’d received ten minutes ago.

The first was from his third brother in the capital, who spoke in a relaxed tone.

“Fifth brother! Thank you so much; if not for you, I’d have been skinned alive this time!”

“After all, we are brothers, blood is thicker than water. Don’t worry, I’ll have the auction house shares delivered tomorrow, and when you come back to the capital, I’ll throw a feast in your honor!”

Wen Xiu was bewildered. What was going on? He hadn’t even captured Chen Luo yet, so how had Wen Wan already made peace with Third Brother? Had she really decided to give up?

He exchanged a few pleasantries, hung up, and was about to call for clarification when his most trusted aide, Zhang Xiu, burst in, wild-eyed.

“Young Master Wen! Disaster! All our businesses are being attacked. Our shops are under investigation, the nightclub has been ordered to shut down, and our company’s market value has dropped by 1.3 billion!”

“What? Who did this? Who dares attack me? Who would go against the Wen family—are they suicidal? Find out now!”

“Young Master, I’ve already found out—it’s all the work of one person!”

“What? One person? Who?”

“Sixth Miss—Wen Wan!”