Chapter 47: “She’s Going Crazy!”

Unprepared, she found herself sitting face-to-face on Mr. Yu's lap. "W–what are you doing?!" she stammered.

"You treated me like a servant two years ago, and two years later you treat me like some bagged-up PR guy hired by a rich woman. Guess what—I'm going to punish you for that," he said, his long fingers slowly gliding over her body.

An overwhelming sensation struck her, and she twisted her waist nervously. "I—I'm sorry, Mr. Yu…but you really look like you… like you've been eating…"

"Hmm?"

Locking eyes with Mr. Yu's piercing gaze, she almost wanted to slap herself for being so tongue-tied. "I'm sorry."

"Kid, your nerve is getting bolder every day." With that, he reached out and pressed the convertible's close button. In an instant, the sports car was swallowed by darkness.

"What are you doing?!" she cried.

"You'll see very soon," he replied with a wicked smile. Seizing the moment, he slid his hand under her T-shirt and lightly flicked a button…

The button came undone! "No!" Yaoyao cried, nearly collapsing under the shock.

Before she could stop him, her top was lifted, leaving her exposed to the open air. Her face flushed scarlet with shame. "This…this is on the street!"

"Isn't that even more exciting?" Mr. Yu said, his hands restraining her resistance as his head dipped slightly and his mouth opened…

"Ugh!" That damned man! She looked out the car window in both shame and terror. "No…someone's coming." Even though the car's windows were tinted black, any approaching pedestrian could notice what was happening inside.

"Shh, the more you make noise, the more you'll attract attention. Before you know it, others might join in—and I won't stop them," he murmured.

"Bastard! How can you say such things… Ugh…" she whimpered, trembling in waves.

His relentless assault left her little defense.

"Baby, you're cursing me with your mouth, but in reality, you're practically urging me on, aren't you? Look… you've been trembling all along. You must really want this, right?" Mr. Yu said with a mischievous smile as he casually indicated her constantly twisting waist.

That was merely her acting out in resistance—when in fact, she didn't truly want it...

Yet Yaoyao was unaware that every fiber of her being was already responding to his heat.

"Come on, show me just how much you need me," he continued, his hand sliding down along her lower back.

Her pupils dilated and her body shuddered even more. "No!" she pleaded as, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a bicyclist approaching rapidly. Swallowing hard, she desperately held back every word as her heart pounded in her throat.

At that moment, Mr. Yu's eyes flashed. With one swift movement, his free hand tugged down her clothing.

What was he doing?

Before Yaoyao could react, he slowly opened the car window so that the passing pedestrian could clearly see what they were doing.

"You! Put out your other hand too!"

"Isn't that going to ruin the fun?" With that, his hand moved directly…

Yaoyao suddenly grasped the meaning of his actions. She leaned against his shoulder and whispered in a pleading tone, "Please, stop."

But the man ignored her pleas, continuing to tease relentlessly.

"Ugh…" Sensations surged through her in waves, and her small hand clutched his shoulder tightly as her eyes darted toward the approaching cyclist. What was she to do? That bicyclist was almost upon them!

"Baby, your reaction is so intense," Mr. Yu remarked.

"No, please, just… please take your hand away," she begged. Whether it was sheer nervousness or an overwhelming response to his touch, she felt even more aroused under the pressure.

"Do you really want me to take it out? Because it seems to be saying it needs me," he teased.

"Ah…" An uncontrollable sound escaped her, drawing the attention of nearby onlookers. "Please… um…"

"Baby, you're so unruly. I'm tempted to try it right now," Mr. Yu said, his deep eyes filling with passion.

"Ah… stop, please… don't move," she pleaded, her heavy breathing and dazed eyes showing that she was reaching the edge of losing control. Yet her remaining reason screamed that nothing like this could be allowed. "Mr. Yu! That's enough! You're going too far." Gritting her lip tightly, she whispered harshly in his ear while glancing frantically at the few steps remaining before the bicyclist would reach them.

At that moment, Mr. Yu finally closed the car window.

Taking advantage of the pause, Yaoyao quickly rolled over and sat in the front passenger seat, gasping for breath.

"Baby, isn't this so comfortable? Doesn't it feel especially thrilling in a setting like this?"

"You… you're a shameless bastard!"

"Oh? And if I'm shameless, then wouldn't someone like you—responding so strongly—be shameless too?" With that, Mr. Yu swung his hand again.

The impact of his gesture made Yaoyao's tears burst forth suddenly…

Was she really so shameless? Even though she had protested just moments ago, it seemed as though she had been unconsciously matching his desires. Why was that?

As if oblivious to her tears, Mr. Yu reached into his clothes and pulled out the stained cross-stitch. "Tch, this cross-stitch is quite pretty—your mom's handiwork is truly skillful."

Her crying stopped abruptly. Stealing a glance at the object in his hand, she snatched it away forcefully. "Give it back!" Looking at the smudges and stains on it, her heart ached as fresh tears flowed anew.

"Why are you crying again?" Mr. Yu frowned impatiently, perhaps expecting that the sight of the cross-stitch would quiet her, but instead, it made her cry even harder.

"What do you know?" Clutching the soiled cross-stitch tightly, she glared at him in indignation, "This is something my mom spent so much time making, yet Xia Ru and the others treated it like trash! But when you mentioned it, they immediately changed their tune. I truly don't understand—what kind of people are they?!"

Feng Chen Yi—they all say you're rich. Is that true?

"Do I look like I'm rich? That's just nonsense they spout."

She recalled how, a few years ago, when she first met Feng Chen Yi, he pretended to be a poor guy just to get close to her. When his lies were eventually exposed, she asked, "Why did you lie to me?"

He had replied, "I just wanted to be closer to you."

In truth, she had never believed that there was any distance between being rich and not. But later, differences in their attitudes toward material things, their worldviews, and values emerged. Even though she still thought that status and wealth shouldn't affect a relationship, after their breakup—and faced with everyone's cold stares and sarcastic remarks—she gradually understood the importance of money and status. But… nothing compares to the clarity of this moment!

All it took was one sentence from Mr. Yu, and everyone's demeanor shifted dramatically. What was once as worthless as a rag suddenly transformed into a priceless treasure—truly disgusting! It made her feel sick to her stomach!