Chapter 5: Unseen Seduction

Yan Feng stared at Jiang Ciyou's face for a while, his lips curling into a mocking smile.

"Got yourself a boyfriend?"

"Yeah. Didn't you say if I got lonely, I should find one? I've been alone for three years, so it's not too much to get a boyfriend now, is it?"

Jiang Ciyou's lips curved into a slight smile.

"What's the matter? The governor can set fires, but the common people aren't allowed to light lamps?"

Yan Feng shrugged indifferently. "It's great that you've got a boyfriend. If he can get you to stop bothering me, I'll personally prepare a generous gift to thank him."

Yan Feng didn't believe for a second that Jiang Ciyou had a boyfriend.

He knew her too well.

She must have seen him talking to Xia Ling on the phone.

So, she was staging a scene.

And she was putting on quite the convincing act.

Even when the call ended, the man's jealous, furious tone was so palpable that Yan Feng could feel it through the phone.

No doubt she had made sure he heard that final line.

That night, the two of them, of course, didn't sleep together.

Jiang Ciyou slept on the bed.

Yan Feng slept on the floor.

He still had that much gentlemanly grace.

Before bed, Jiang Ciyou purposely turned the air conditioner down to its lowest setting and hid the remote.

When she woke up in the middle of the night, she saw Yan Feng lying on the floor, shivering while clutching a pillow. It filled her with a sense of satisfaction.

The next morning, Yan Feng woke up with a cold.

Jiang Ciyou didn't care, though. She headed straight to the TV station.

Jiang Ciyou worked as a host at the station, primarily anchoring the midday news and hosting a segment called "Midday News Eye."

She was somewhat well-known in her field.

Recently, though, Lin Jie, the host of the primetime slot, had left, and Jiang Ciyou was competing for the spot as the new primetime female anchor.

After wrapping up her midday broadcast, her schedule was free.

Jiang Ciyou returned to the Yan family home at 4 p.m.

Yan Feng had just come back from outside as well, likely after visiting Xia Ling.

When Yan Feng walked in, Jiang Ciyou had just finished dressing up and had applied a flawless makeup look.

Today, she wore a Xiangyun silk qipao.

The neckline and waist featured intricate embroidery, but because it was the same color as the fabric, it wasn't noticeable from afar. Only up close could one appreciate the exquisite craftsmanship.

Seeing Yan Feng enter, Jiang Ciyou stood up and gracefully spun in front of him on purpose. "How do I look?"

Even though Yan Feng found Jiang Ciyou utterly detestable.

He had to admit, she was beautiful—strikingly so.

Her figure was impeccable. Standing at 1.7 meters tall, and wearing high heels, she seemed especially statuesque.

The qipao was custom-made, fitting her perfectly.

The hem reached her ankles, revealing her pale, delicate skin, which sparked an urge to grasp her by the ankles. Her waist was slender, seemingly fragile enough to break with a touch, yet still rounded with softness in all the right places.

Yan Feng's gaze moved from her chest to her stunningly beautiful face.

The qipao's subtle colors, matched with her dazzling, alluring features, created an unusual contrast that exuded an irresistible charm.

She looked like a centuries-old fox spirit who had just taken human form—her allure was natural yet tinged with innocence, subtly seductive but with a hint of vulnerability.

Yan Feng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

But he kept his face cold and said, "It looks terrible. White doesn't suit you at all."

Jiang Ciyou rolled her eyes, turned around, and bent over to apply her lipstick in front of the mirror.

"Well, of course, in your eyes, only Xia Ling looks good in white."

After applying her lipstick, Jiang Ciyou stood up, beaming at Yan Feng in the mirror, a provocative glint in her eyes. "I'm wearing white just to spite you."

At that moment, Yan Feng thought she seemed more vivid and enchanting than ever, exuding a thousand different charms.

Especially the way she spoke, arrogant and defiant, it felt almost like playful teasing, stirring something in him.

But then Yan Feng quickly realized what was happening.

She was deliberately trying to seduce him.

Yan Feng frowned. "Jiang Ciyou, stop playing games. Even if you wore nothing, I wouldn't give you a second look."

With that, he threw out a final remark: "I'll be waiting in the car," and left the room.

Ten minutes later.

Jiang Ciyou also got into the car.

Yan Feng leaned back in the rear seat with his eyes closed. "Lao Chen, head to Lushan Villa."

An hour later, the car finally reached the base of Lushan Mountain.

The car wound its way up the mountain road, flanked by tall, lush sycamore trees. Their leaves formed a canopy, darkening the surroundings as if they were entering a long tunnel.

No one knew how long it took, but suddenly, light flooded their vision.

A towering, magnificent structure—like a castle—gradually appeared before them.

And all around, the place came alive.

Luxurious cars were already parked on the vast lawn.

Countless waiters in black vests and white shirts were busy attending to guests.

Their car was directed to an open-air parking lot by a waiter.

After parking, the waiter led them into the "castle."

Massive, ancient doors stood wide open, with a red carpet stretching hundreds of meters from the inside to outside, guiding the guests.

Jiang Ciyou glanced at the intricate patterns on the carpet and couldn't help but feel a moment of awe.

It was a handmade Persian carpet from Isfahan, woven with wool, cotton, silk, gold, and silver threads. Its colors were bright, and the craftsmanship was meticulous.

The one they were walking on was of the highest quality.

Normally, such carpets cost $200,000 per square meter.

As Jiang Ciyou gazed down the seemingly endless red carpet, she couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.

Everyone knew the Bo family was wealthy, but now she had a concrete sense of just how much wealth they possessed.

The interior of the villa was even more astonishing, with walls lined with rare blue and white porcelain, a giant antique British clock, and chandeliers from medieval Europe.

Everything here was antique.

And this was just the first-floor banquet hall. One could only imagine how many treasures were hidden within this "castle."

Madam Bo was hosting the event in a traditional style, with 100 tables set up for guests.

Round tables lined both sides of the carpet, with nameplates already designating the seating for each guest.

Their invitation had specified this as well.

The Yan family had been assigned to table 99.

"Look over there, the man in the black suit—doesn't he look like the director of the Land Bureau? And the one in white, isn't that the mayor of Rong City?"

"Forget just the mayor of Rong City, even the mayor of Beijing is here. There are a few high-ranking officials from the central government too. The Bo family's influence is immense."

"Exactly. Of the 100 tables, only two are for guests from Rong City, and they've been seated at tables 99 and 100."

"Compared to these big shots, we should consider it an honor to even be seated at table 99 or 100."

The conversation came from Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Qin, both wealthy women from the top families in Rong City.

They also happened to be friends of Jiang Ciyou's mother, Yao Shulan, so Jiang Ciyou naturally knew them.

As they crossed paths, Jiang Ciyou had no choice but to greet them. "Good evening, Auntie Zhang, Auntie Qin."

Seeing her, a hint of sympathy and regret flashed across both women's eyes.

"It's you, Xiaoyou. You've come too."

"Your mother and Xiaoxiao are presenting gifts to Madam Bo. You should go say hello too."