Chapter 13: Baby, Why Are You Blushing?

Xu Anhao wandered aimlessly down the street, clutching two bank cards in her hand.

She looked down at the cards, frowning as she felt the greasy residue from Brother Bao’s hand still on his card.

Not even knowing the PIN, this card was no different from a piece of useless plastic, and holding it made her uncomfortable.

Standing by a trash can, she hesitated for a few seconds before casually tossing Brother Bao’s card inside, keeping only the black card Lu Shiyan had given her, gripping it tightly in her palm.

Meanwhile, the private room in the casino was no longer filled with the previous flattery, replaced instead by an atmosphere of brutality.

Brother Bao lay sprawled on the leather sofa, his liver trembling with pain as he recalled the 500,000 yuan he had shoved into Xu Anhao’s hands.

The woman beside him was still covering her face, the redness and swelling at the corner of her mouth not yet faded. Seeing Brother Bao’s ugly expression, she didn’t even dare to cry loudly.

But with nowhere to vent his rage, Brother Bao immediately turned his attention to her.

He suddenly reached out, grabbed her hair, and yanked her onto his lap.

Then he pressed his over-200-pound greasy body heavily against her, making it impossible for her to move.

“Brother Bao… please don’t… it hurts…”

The woman’s voice trembled with tears as she struggled to push herself up, but Brother Bao pressed down even harder, her back pressed against his oily stomach, both painful and disgusting.

“Be gentle? Stop your nonsense!” Brother Bao roared angrily, his rough palm slapping against the woman’s back.

“The money’s gone, and you still dare to bargain with me? Like this, and you won’t even let me have a good time?”

The woman trembled all over from the blow, tears flowing more fiercely, but she could only nod desperately: “I don’t dare… Brother Bao… please stop hitting me…”

A wine bottle by the sofa was knocked over, alcohol spilling onto the carpet and spreading into a dark stain.

Brother Bao breathed heavily, like a trapped beast, pouring all his resentment onto the woman.

Elsewhere, Xu Anhao had been walking along the street for almost half an hour, the soles of her feet aching from the friction.

The casino was built at the foot of a mountain far from the city center, surrounded only by a few abandoned factories with dim yellow lights. There wasn’t even a convenience store sign in sight, let alone a taxi.

Her phone finally shut down completely, and as the screen went dark, Xu Anhao’s heart grew even more panicked.

Just as she was leaning against a lamppost worrying, a familiar engine sound came from the distance.

A black Rolls-Royce slowly approached and stopped in front of her.

The window rolled down, revealing Lu Shiyan’s profile.

Xu Anhao froze.

“Get in.” Lu Shiyan’s voice came through the evening breeze, clear and steady.

Xu Anhao stood still, hesitantly asking: “Why are you here?”

Lu Shiyan picked up a bottle of warm water and handed it to her, his tone as natural as if it were truly just a chance encounter: “Passing by.”

No additional explanation, yet she found herself unable to refuse.

After all, in this remote wilderness, this was her only way out.

She took the water, her mind filled with thoughts of “he’ll take me home like last time,” and without thinking further, she bent down and got into the back seat.

The door closed, shutting out the cold and silence outside.

The Rolls-Royce started smoothly, merging into the night.

Xu Anhao held the warm water bottle, her gaze falling on the window, thinking that after a day of tension, she would finally go home and get a good night’s sleep.

But the further they went, the more something felt wrong with Xu Anhao.

The scenery outside the window grew increasingly unfamiliar, with no familiar streets in sight, instead replaced by stretches of greenery and standalone villas.

She sat up straight, her voice carrying a slight tremble: “Um… this isn’t the direction to my home.”

Lu Shiyan turned his head, his gaze falling on her tense face with a hint of amusement in his eyes, shattering all her expectations:

“Hmm, back to my place.”

Xu Anhao jerked her head up to look at Lu Shiyan, her eyes filled with astonishment.

The Rolls-Royce came to a smooth stop in front of a Western-style villa. The wrought iron gates automatically swung open to both sides as the car slowly entered the courtyard.

After getting out, he directly led her into his room.

“Play by yourself for a while, I’m going to take a shower.”

As he spoke, Lu Shiyan casually placed his phone on the bedside table and turned toward the bathroom in the corner of the room.

Xu Anhao had just sat down when her gaze was captured by that bathroom door.

It was completely transparent glass, without even a hint of frosted treatment.

The showerhead and sink inside were clearly visible. She instinctively wanted to look away but found herself unable to move her eyes.

The warm light in the bathroom turned on. Lu Shiyan took off his shirt and casually hung it on the hook behind the glass door.

His profile was exceptionally clear under the warm light sharp jawline, smooth necklines, and broad shoulders.

The muscles on his back shifted subtly with his movements, lacking exaggerated bulk but radiating a tight, powerful strength.

Then he unfastened his belt with composed movements.

Xu Anhao abruptly lowered her head, her ears burning uncontrollably as she even lightened her breathing.

But soon the sound of water came from the bathroom. Warm steam gradually fogged the glass, blurring parts of the light and shadows while making those lines appear even more vaguely alluring.

Xu Anhao couldn’t help but look up. Through the steam, she saw Lu Shiyan standing under the showerhead, water streaming down from his hair, flowing over his chest.

The lines of his abdominal muscles were clearly visible, rising and falling slightly with his breathing. His waist tapered sharply, flowing into smooth hip lines below.

Her heartbeat instantly raced as if about to burst from her chest. She hurriedly turned her head, staring at the bed sheets, but her mind was filled with the images she had just seen.

After what felt like an eternity, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Before Xu Anhao could look away, she saw Lu Shiyan walk out wrapped in a dark gray bath towel.

The towel was tied only around his waist, revealing a chest still dotted with water droplets that slid down the grooves of his abdominal muscles and disappeared into the edge of the towel.

He held a small towel in his hand, casually drying his wet hair as droplets fell onto the carpet, creating small dark stains.

Without looking elsewhere, he walked directly toward the bed.

Xu Anhao instinctively shrank back, only realizing he was already standing before the bed when her back touched the headboard.

He leaned close, his fingertips gently touching her flushed cheek, his voice carrying a teasing hoarseness:

“Baby, why are you blushing? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before?”

“no… I haven’t.” Xu Anhao’s voice stammered, not even daring to meet his eyes.

She hurriedly turned her face toward the night scene outside the window. “Why didn’t you take me home? It’s so late.”

Lu Shiyan straightened up, gently pinching her reddened earlobe, his tone carrying a casual matter-of-factness:

“I know it’s late, but we’re not going the same way. Could only come back to my place.”

“But…” She wanted to argue further, but her words were cut off before she could finish.

“No buts.” Lu Shiyan’s voice lowered several degrees as he suddenly grasped her hand, gently guiding it toward his waist.

The moment her fingertips touched the warm, firm abdominal muscles beneath the towel, she tried to pull back as if burned, but he held her firmly in place.

He leaned in closer, the amusement in his eyes tinged with seriousness, his voice husky enough to tug at one’s heartstrings: “Don’t you want it?”

Xu Anhao’s heartbeat instantly lost its rhythm. Flustered, she changed the subject, her voice carrying a hint of evasion: “I still have the two million you gave me last time. I don’t want more.”

Hearing this, Lu Shiyan instead smiled.

He reached out and gently brushed away a stray strand of hair from the tip of her nose, his gaze so intense it could melt a person. His rhetorical question carried an undeniable tension:

“Then… do you want me?”