Afternoon.
Zhao Yicheng quickly finished his work for the day and then took Xu Yinsheng down to the underground parking lot beneath the building.
Along the way, Xu Yinsheng sensed more than one pair of prying eyes fixed on them, filled with thick speculation and… gossip.
Thanks to Bai Ruoxi’s silver tongue, by just one lunch break, the entire company knew the story: CEO Zhao and some woman caught sneaking around in the office, stumbled upon by an intern. It had become common knowledge.
Because of this, Xu Yinsheng and Zhao Yicheng had become the topic of juicy conversations throughout the whole building.
Gossip—so delicious!
Boss gossip?
Even better!!
Which employee could resist casually chatting about their boss’s scandal during lunch, venting some workplace frustration?
Zhao Yicheng’s car was parked in the underground garage—a black Bentley.
The model was sleek yet understated, unlike other flashy luxury cars; its performance was more suited to driving on the road, making it the priciest of all.
This car was a birthday gift from Xu Yinsheng when Zhao Yicheng was fifteen, and to everyone’s surprise, he had been driving it ever since.
In their social circle, cars were less about driving and more about status and identity.
Which car you drove to a gathering, which for business, which for travel—they all had their distinct categories.
Looking at the black Bentley, a flicker of nostalgia flashed through Xu Yinsheng’s eyes.
She wanted to grab the driver’s seat and touch her long-unseen beloved car but was pushed into the passenger seat by Zhao Yicheng.
She could only watch as he expertly started the engine, turned the wheel, and drove away from here…
Watching the buildings and traffic blur past outside the window, Xu Yinsheng rolled down the window slightly, letting the wild wind rush in and enjoy this rare moment of freedom—even if it wasn’t complete freedom.
The roads in Tianlin City were quite smooth, flanked on both sides by tall buildings.
But due to new road construction, Zhao Yicheng took a detour, choosing an old road with some damage.
The vehicle entered the old road, full of potholes.
The wheels creaked as they rolled over, and the car body jostled unpredictably.
“Slow down.”
A restrained and patient female voice sounded.
Zhao Yicheng glanced sideways.
Xu Yinsheng was clenching her legs tightly, her face flushed, her emerald hair messy over her shoulders.
She held her abdomen with one hand, body slightly hunched, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
What was going on?
Her period?
Zhao Yicheng instinctively eased off the gas, but the car suddenly jolted as the left front wheel dropped into a low spot.
“Hmph.”
Xu Yinsheng groaned heavily and bent even lower, pressing herself against the dashboard.
Her hands gripped her sleeves tightly…
Tick, tick.
Her flushed face was breathing shallowly.
Still not out of that state, she noticed Zhao Yicheng’s silent gaze and spun to glare fiercely at him.
“What are you staring at, you pervert!”
“Hurry up and drive!!”
Once the Bentley was back on the main road and the buildings and traffic slowly receded, silence hung between them for a long moment before Zhao Yicheng finally spoke carefully.
“Sorry.”
“You know I have mental illness.”
“I didn’t consider this kind of situation. There’s some tissues in my pocket; you can—”
“No.”
Xu Yinsheng cut him off like an angry cat.
Her beautiful eyes wide and flushed, she bit her lip in frustration.
“If you really didn’t mean it, then don’t ask, don’t say, don’t think about it—just forget everything that just happened!!”
Zhao Yicheng nodded in agreement.
“There are some clothes in the back seat.”
After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator and sped off.
After more than ten minutes, they reached their destination.
The car stopped.
Xu Yinsheng got out from the back seat, already changed into a brand-new set of clothes.
Only, due to her lack of skill, something hadn’t been removed.
Zhao Yicheng took her hand and led her into a clinic named “Zhang’s Treatment Center.”
A handsome man in white clothes was tidying up.
Seeing familiar faces, he immediately set down his tools and greeted them with a broad smile.
“Mr. Zhao, what a coincidence. Your visit honors this humble establishment.”
Xu Yinsheng’s beautiful eyes widened in surprise as she stared at the flattering white-clothed man.
Wasn’t this the chef from the island?
Zhao Yicheng had later explained they were all actors he hired—so how had he become a psychologist?
“This is…?” the man in white asked with a smile, turning his gaze to Xu Yinsheng.
Now Xu Yinsheng was a water narcissus fairy with emerald eyes and hair—completely different from the red-haired dominatrix look she had on the island.
“Husband…”
Zhao Yicheng almost blurted out, but thinking about how the man had acted as a psychologist on the island and knew some of his secrets, he changed tact.
He imitated Xu Yinsheng’s former spoiled tone, speaking casually: “A girl from Qiyuan City. Got bored of the last one, this is the new chick—Mu Qingwan.”
Thanks a lot, turning the little kitten into a chick.
That’s an interspecies upgrade!
And where did Zhao Yicheng learn that obnoxious smirk?
It just makes people want to hit him.
“Hello, Ms. Mu,” the man in white smiled without changing expression and extended his hand toward Xu Yinsheng.
“Hello.”
Xu Yinsheng, caught off guard, had already switched names without realizing it, but went along with it and shook his right hand.
Their hands clasped politely.
Zhao Yicheng politely separated their hands and then looked at the man with a smile.
“Go get ready.”
The man nodded and walked toward the psychotherapy room.
Though his smile never faded, a murmur rose in his mind:
How many has this been now?
Sure enough, money can buy anything—even the definition of true love changes.
“Xiao Yin.”
Zhao Yicheng turned to Xu Yinsheng, about to explain.
“Hmph! Don’t call me Xiao Yin. Call me Xiao Qing. Xu Yinsheng? I got bored of that name long ago. I’m Mu Wanqing now.”
Xu Yinsheng crossed her arms with a tsundere expression.
“Xiao Yin, I—”
“Call me Xiao Qing.”
“Xiao Yin—”
“Call me Xiao Qing.”
After going back and forth a few times, Zhao Yicheng decisively gave up.
“Xiao Qing.”
“Yeah. Now tell me, who is he? You have three minutes.”
Her new look featured long emerald hair flowing down her back.
Her delicate oval face carried a hint of coldness.
Her eyes were slightly narrowed, her nose sharp, and her lips rosy—a bona fide beauty.
The name “Mu Qingwan” really suited her appearance.
“A psychologist. I invested a few million in him. The medicine you took was developed by them.”
Zhao Yicheng was brief.
“Medicine?”
“Controlled drugs that increase dependence.”
“I took that stuff?”
Xu Yinsheng was stunned, then glared furiously.
“You actually gave me that stuff!!”
Though she didn’t fully understand what taking controlled drugs meant, she knew their effects.
In the spoiled rich circles, people used such drugs to turn virtuous women into wanton playthings.
“The antidote was mixed into your cat food,” Zhao Yicheng comforted her.
“It was all because of Xu Ying—you know, if I had known Xu Ying was you, I wouldn’t have treated you that way.”
“Yeah, I’m the master’s little kitten. Before he gets tired of me, he definitely wouldn’t want to ruin me.”
Xu Yinsheng shot back a few words indignantly.
Sure enough, Yuefeng City was full of shameless and twisted people!
Ugh—disgusting~~
Just thinking about having taken that stuff before makes Xu Yinsheng want to vomit, or rather, go get a stomach pump.
Seeing her like this, Zhao Yicheng tenderly tried to soothe her, but Xu Yinsheng mercilessly fired back at him!
At that moment, the man in white came out of the psychotherapy room, interrupting their conversation.
“Mr. Zhao, everything is ready.”