Chapter 52: Inspection. Every Last Detail.  

"Aotian! Aotian, is it true what the auctioneer said? The flat-chested brat's a… *white tiger*? And still a virgin? You haven't even *touched* her yet?" Long Qi's blurted words darkened Yu Aotian's expression. 

He'd known Yao Yao's "secret" long ago—but to have it flaunted publicly? *Unforgivable.* 

"Since when does Aotian care about purity?" Long Ye smirked, nudging his brother. "He prefers seasoned women. This brat's just a toy, right?" 

Ignoring their banter, Yu Aotian's voice turned glacial. "Xuetong. Secure her. At *any* cost." 

The weighted command hung in the air as he vanished from the auction hall. 

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"Miss Luo, your buyer awaits in the presidential suite. Here's the keycard." The auction staff avoided her eyes. 

"The million?" Yao Yao clutched the plastic card, her knuckles whitening. 

"Transferred upon completion of… services." 

"Th…ank you." *How absurd—thanking them for selling her.* But desperation left no room for pride. 

Outside the suite's gilded doors, memories ambushed her: 

*"Yao Yao, what's your life plan?"* 

*"Graduate at 22, work for a top firm while getting my master's. Marry by 25, have kids by 27. Career peak at 30."* 

*"Why bother? With Feng Chenyi's wealth, just be his pampered wife!"* 

*"Xiao Man! Chenyi respects my ambitions—"* 

Her teenage naiveté crumbled. Tonight's threshold erased all futures where a man might cherish her. She inhaled sharply and pushed open the door. 

"H-hello?" The bedroom's silhouette froze her blood. 

"Disappointed it's me?" Yu Aotian lounged on the silk-draped bed, malice curling his lips. 

"My buyer… was *you*?" 

"Your face says you hoped for a stranger." He rose, circling her like a predator. "Tell me, Yao Yao—does selling yourself to anyone with cash feel… *liberating*?" 

She flinched. "It doesn't matter who—" 

"*Doesn't matter?*" He seized her chin, forcing eye contact. "Host clubs, night shifts, auctions—such a *busy* little slut. Was the innocent act just for me?" 

Tears welled as his words flayed her. What defense remained? 

"Strip." 

"C-could we turn off—" 

"*Now.*" 

Fingers trembling, she shed layers until only lace remained. Arms crossed over her chest, she whispered, "Enough?" 

Yu Aotian's laugh chilled the air. "Remove everything. *Look at me.*" 

The final barriers fell. She cupped herself, eyes squeezed shut. 

"Hands down. *Eyes open.*" 

His grip on her jaw brooked no refusal. Tears tracked her cheeks as he traced her collarbone. "Did they inspect you thoroughly before the auction? Like this?" His thumb brushed a peak. 

"N-no—" 

"Or perhaps… like *this*?" His mouth closed over her, tongue swirling as his hand slid lower. 

She arched with a whimper, fists tangling in the sheets. "Stop… please." 

"*Please?*" He jerked her hips flush against him. "You forfeited pleas when you sold your 'services.' Now answer: Did they check *here*?" 

His fingers dipped, probing. A choked sob escaped her. 

"Ah. They did. But not as… *thoroughly* as I will." 

The bed swallowed them both. Outside, neon lights blurred through tears as Yao Yao learned the true cost of survival—and Yu Aotian discovered even white tigers could leave scars.