Chapter 1: A Night Out of Control

After drinking, I lost control and assaulted someone. I planned to settle it privately and generously gave him two million. Unexpectedly, he turned the tables, and I still ended up in the police station.

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"Hey, Emily Myers, are you coming or not? You're the only one missing."

"I'm coming," I answered and quickly stepped into the "HY" bar.

As soon as I entered the private room, I was made to drink several shots of strong liquor.

I resisted the discomfort in my stomach and continued drinking with them.

"Emily Myers, look at you, so old and still without a boyfriend. Aren't you lonely?"

I chimed in, "Lonely, that's why I'm here for you to introduce someone." I said with a smile.

The door of the private room was pushed open, and my staggering body accidentally bumped into the waiter bringing in the drinks.

I looked at the waiter in a daze; he was quite handsome. I seized the opportunity and leaned onto him, my hands roaming freely over him.

I curled my lips, breathing warmly close to the waiter's face, and stopped about three centimeters away, "You're quite handsome. Do you want to follow Sister?"

He squinted at me, raising his hand, and I thought there might be hope.

The next second, I was mercilessly pushed away and slammed into the sofa. The wine glass in my hand slipped, shattering with a "bang" and spilling the strong liquor all over.

He said coldly, "Please behave yourself."

Everyone else was already watching me, and now they started teasing.

I sneered, "Kid." I looked at my liquor-soaked clothes and then at him, "Do you know how much this outfit of mine costs?"

"I'll compensate you." He frowned and looked at me.

"Alright, then spend the night with me." I said flirtatiously and mischievously.

One of them said, "Emily Myers, that's not the kind of company he's talking about."

I turned to look at him, "Isn't it all company?" I turned back to the waiter, "What do you say?"

He just left a word, "Boring," and turned to leave the private room.

I was stunned by his behavior.

I bit my cheek, pursed my lips, and started laughing.

"Emily Myers, this brat is quite fiery, haha, even you have such a day."

I just smiled and stayed silent, thinking about how to regain my dignity.

After it was over, I returned to the hotel.

By chance, I saw that kid from the bar.

I thought, good kid, how many jobs do you work in a day?

Being confused by alcohol, I was already disoriented. Seeing him made me angry.

With playful intentions, I walked up to him and intentionally bumped into him.

He caught me.

The next second, I raised my head and kissed him precisely.

He seemed to freeze for a moment and then pushed me to the ground.

When I woke up, I found myself and him lying naked in bed, with many marks on his body.

I remembered the scene of me clinging to him.

I was stunned, thinking that although I hadn't been intimate for a long time, I wasn't that desperate.

But the fact was that last night I assaulted a youngster.

I was distressed, wondering what to do.

The person next to me stirred, slowly opened his eyes, and after a few seconds, sat up, glaring at me fiercely.

I looked at him a bit ashamed but pretended it was just a common one-night stand.

I smiled slightly, looking at him and tidying my messy hair.

"Kid, don't look at me with such a surprised expression. Was that your first time?"

"I'm calling the police."

When I heard that, I couldn't let it happen and quickly tried to grab his phone.

"Kid, a one-night stand is quite normal," I said with a smile, trying to snatch his phone, "Besides, you didn't lose out. With such a big beauty like me, I haven't even mentioned anything."

He looked at me incredulously, "How shameless can you be."

"Kid, let's talk this over. How much do you want? I'll give it to you," I resorted to my last measure.

"You think this is something that can be bought?" He questioned me aggressively.

"Of course," I said shamelessly, "Kid, how many jobs are you working? Don't you want to make a big catch? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Are you sure you want to give up such a great chance?" I tempted him.

"Your family must be struggling, right? Otherwise, why would you be doing odd jobs at such a young age? You must need money," I observed his expression change slightly and knew I had hit the nail on the head.

He put down the phone and cautiously asked me, "How much can you give me?"

I pretended to think for a moment and said, "Since it's your first time, two million." I raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

He didn't answer immediately.

I looked at him, knowing he was struggling inside, but I had no choice. Getting a rape charge would land me in jail, and he looked too young. I wasn't sure if he was even of age.

"Okay," he stood up, eyes filled with disgust.

"Fine," I replied readily.

I was about to get out of bed but realized I wasn't wearing anything.

"Kid, do you mind seeing my beautiful body?" I teased him with a smile.

He scanned me from top to bottom with disdain in his eyes, then turned his head away, refusing to look.

I shrugged, who cares.

I got out of bed to pick up my clothes and quickly put them on.

I took out a check from my bag and filled it out for two million.

"Here." I handed the check over to him.

"Take a good look. From now on, we'll pretend nothing ever happened." I moved close to him, gently patted his face, "Kid, go home and watch some films, learn a thing or two."

I slung my bag over my shoulder, strutted out of the hotel in my high heels, smiling.

——

No one expected me to be summoned.

I received a call saying I was accused of rape and told to go to the police station.

As soon as I entered the station, I saw that obnoxious kid.

I gasped.

Thinking to myself, this damn kid actually set me up.

I gritted my teeth and shot him a glare.

"Are you Emily Myers?" The officer asked.

I nodded and said, "Yes."

After I sat down, he asked me some questions.

Until he asked if I had raped that awful kid, I denied it.

I calmly said, "Officer, I know that behavior isn't good, but he and I are in a proper relationship. You can check where he went after leaving the hotel."

I fiddled with the ring on my middle finger.

"He's been throwing a fit because I haven't looked for him recently. I'm really sorry."

In the end, we both got a lecture before being released.

I was incredibly upset with him.

I deliberately went up to hold his hand tightly, and he struggled to no avail. In front of the officers, we walked out of the station intimately.

I pulled him into my car and drove off.

I stopped at a suburban area.

I looked at him, eyes filled with anger. My bright red lips dry and losing their gloss, "What do you mean by that?"

I was displeased with his actions.

"Aren't you satisfied with that? Didn't you already get the two million?" I asked him.

He looked at me very seriously and said, "You think just because you give money, I have to accept it?"

I didn't expect him to say that.

A surge of emotion welled up inside me, and I laughed, "Kid, that's not being honest."

He suddenly laughed and said, "That's not nearly as bad as you, thinking money can measure the body." His words were full of sarcasm, and even his smile was a mocking one.

His words suddenly pierced me right to the core.

I once thought like that too, but in our circle, who can remain untouched?

"Kid," I smiled at him, "you're still too young."

If something can be solved with money, don't owe favors. To survive in this circle, you need to understand that sometimes money is more effective than anything else. Otherwise, how would the saying "Money makes the mare go" exist?

I looked into his eyes, clear and untouched by the world.

Stubbornly clinging to his principles.

"Alright, then what do you want?" I suddenly said seriously.

"Turn yourself in," he coldly said.

I pursed my lips, "Impossible." I glanced out the window, then turned back to look at him, "Kid, anything but that. What else do you want?"

I suddenly noticed the marks on his neck, thinking, it's been a week, and they still haven't faded?

"I'll report to the police again." He said that and got out of the car.

I watched his figure in disbelief, shouting outside, "Kid, don't blame me for turning my back on you then."

He didn't respond and walked along the road.

I pursed my lips, started the car, and drove off.

——

Brecken.

I had just finished discussing a deal and said goodbye to Mr. Cater as I walked out.

Just as I sat in the back seat and looked out the window, I met a familiar pair of eyes filled with resentment.

I squinted, thinking: That damn kid isn't stalking me, is he?

"Don't drive yet," I told my assistant.

The originally started car came to a stop.

I rolled down the car window.

A hand rested on the car window.

When he saw me, his expression became even stranger.

I gestured at him, raised my hand and beckoned him over.

He hesitated for a moment, then walked up to the car window.

I smiled faintly and whispered, "Little brother, do you know that stalking is illegal?"

He frowned slightly and looked at me coldly, saying, "Well, do you know..." He intentionally paused, leaned over and looked me in the eyes, getting very close, "that rape is also illegal?"

His words left me speechless, unsure how to respond.

"Little brother, you were the one who went back on your word initially, not me; I gave you a chance. Now you're turning around and biting me. You can ask, and see if the police believe you or me." I said forcefully.

He was clearly intimidated by my assertiveness and said nothing.

"Little brother, don't be ungrateful." I said, without looking at him, "You can't handle my tricks."

After saying that, I glanced at him and pressed the window button. The window slowly rose, leaving him outside.

"Drive."

I watched him gradually fade out of sight in the rearview mirror.

"President Myers, you and that guy?"

I glanced at the rearview mirror: "If you shouldn't ask, don't ask."

...

A City People's Hospital.

"Auntie, long time no see."

"Emily, it's been a while."

"How have you been, Auntie? Are you feeling better?" I asked with a smile.

We chatted warmly, exchanging pleasantries for quite a while.

The phone in my bag rang, and after answering, I had to leave for work.

I took the elevator and, not paying attention to the floors, walked out of the elevator.

Realizing something was off as soon as I stepped out, I looked around and found I got off the wrong elevator.

I turned back to press the elevator button.

As the elevator door opened, I saw that brat.

He was standing there, just about to step out, when I pulled him in with me into the elevator.

I looked at him, cornering him step by step into the elevator's corner.

Just the two of us in the elevator, it was silent except for the sound of the elevator moving.

I placed my hand on the railing, encircling him. I looked up at him.

He seemed disinterested in further contact with me, leaning back into a resistive posture.

"Little brother, why don't you listen to me?" I said, staring into his eyes, "Must you make sister use tricks before you comply?"

He looked down at me, and surprisingly, I felt he was not just cold but also a bit arrogant.

"Narcissistic." He sneered.

"Narcissistic?" I retorted, then burst into laughter.

"Well, I have the means, don't I? What does sister lack?" I raised my hand to touch his face, "Let alone that day, weren't you aware?"

He suddenly grabbed my hand and pinned me against the railing.

He leaned down with a sharp tone, "And who, exactly, refuses to let it go?"

"You keep following me. Isn't that your problem?" I shrugged off his hand.

He was quite handsome, with a youthful and innocent face, though only his brows and eyes carried a thorny edge.

Those eyes seemed to exude a hint of sensuality.

It was likely what people referred to as the pure desire type, especially with such a spicy personality; any woman who could tame him would be formidable.

My gaze lingered between his eyes and lips.

And then, an absurd thought emerged in my mind. If he obediently listened to me, I might actually quite like him. He fit my standards in many ways.

He sensed my gaze and turned his head in annoyance, refusing to let me see.

I realized his little thoughts.

Couldn't help but curl my lips upward.

I raised my hand and wrapped it around his neck, pulling him down to whisper softly in his ear, "Little brother, date tonight?"

He reacted by abruptly pulling my hand away, retreating a few steps.

I seized his clothes and, before he could react, stuffed something into his pocket.

I noticed his fair ear turn pink quickly.

He glared at me angrily and said, "Get lost."

I tilted my head, as if indifferent.

But his face was already in an explosive state due to my teasing, though he couldn't do anything to me.

"Sister, I have work now, can't play with you." I said with a tilted smile, "Next time I catch you, I won't let you off easily."

I walked away from the elevator, wearing nine-centimeter heels, under his gaze.

Stepping out of the elevator, I still felt slightly unsatisfied. That brat was quite adorable.

——

A City's downtown company.

Looking at the work at hand, I stretched my neck.

Recently, because of work, I've been working overtime for two weeks straight.

Finishing my tasks, I left the company.

Upon leaving the company door, I saw that brat again. He was squatting, occasionally craning his head to look around.

I sighed and walked straight over.

Shouted at him, "Hey."

He looked at me.

"Little brother, are you blocking me?" I looked down at him.

He stood up and took a paper out of his pocket: "The business card you stuffed me." He handed it over.

I glanced at the card and, unconcerned, said, "If I gave it to you, just keep it." After pausing for a few seconds, I added, "If you don't want it, throw it away; no need to find me directly."

Just as I finished speaking, he said something surprising.

"The phone number doesn't work."

I stared at him for a second, surprised.

"You?" I looked at the card again, reached out to take it, giving it a once-over.

"Sorry, the phone number's changed."

He stared at my hand, his gaze becoming a bit darker.

I felt odd, sensing his subtle change of expression, speaking carelessly: "Little brother, do you think I'm teasing you?"

He raised his gaze, meeting my eyes. His cold gaze lacked any sparkle.

He turned to leave.

I sighed, quickly walked up, and grabbed his hand.

"What's up? What do you need from me?"

"Nothing." He shook off my hand.

I kept in step with him.

"Little brother, sister won't waste time with you like this; my time is precious."

I pretended to return, and sure enough, he turned around and grabbed my hand.

I stopped and turned to look at him.

"Speak, what's the matter?"

He hesitated for a moment, looking shyly like a little girl.

He seemed to gather his thoughts before reluctantly saying, "Um, let's settle that matter—two million."

I laughed upon hearing it—it was quite funny.

"Little brother, are you mistaken?" I tucked fallen hair behind my ear, "You were the one who backed out originally, and now you have the nerve?" I said with an absurd tone.

He bit his lip, seemingly rendered speechless by me, saying nothing further.

"Little brother, right?" I deliberately dragged out the words, "Don't even think of taking a dime from me."

He looked at me quietly, unsure, revealing a face he shouldn't have shown.

"I said before, playing with me comes at a cost, although I don't know why you're asking for money now. Something must have happened to your family, right?" I moved closer to him, "One must always pay a price for one's actions."

Watching him cornered like this, rendered speechless, gave me a lot of pleasure.

"Sister, I won't keep you company, take care."

I ignored him, turned, and left.

He didn't follow.

Actually, my feelings were somewhat complex as I walked along Querside.

I only noticed a shadow passing by my side.

He blocked my path.

Impatiently, I spoke up, "Little brother, anything else?"

Breathlessly, he replied, "I'll agree to anything you want me to do."

Hearing this, I instantly felt invigorated. I thought to myself that this time he must be facing something quite tricky.

"Alright." I readily agreed.

I mulled it over for a while, taking my time.

He was anxious, yet didn't dare rush me.

"Then be my lover."