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After a moment, Zhou Yan retorted: “Why should I tell you?”

Wei Lian took out his wallet, pulled out all the cash inside, and placed it on the table.

Zhou Yan smiled: “Officer, you are a people’s police officer, not some wealthy second-generation scion. This behavior isn’t suitable for you.”

Wei Lian also smiled, but not as openly as her: “Impressions are easily solidified; that’s a major difficulty for a police officer. How do you know that without my uniform, I’m not just an ordinary person?”

Zhou Yan used chalk to rub the tip of her cue stick: “You also don’t know if everyone at our Candy club is a prostitute. You still call us that privately.”

Wei Lian froze.

They had indeed discussed these things in the team before, and they had indeed used the term “prostitute” to refer to them.

But those... those weren’t malicious, they were... everyone just said that...

Thinking of this, he suddenly understood Zhou Yan’s words.

It seemed that it wasn’t just him who was solidified in perception, but thousands upon thousands of people in various professions.

Zhou Yan didn’t take his money; mainly, she didn’t want to answer his question.

Wei Lian didn’t give up, putting his entire wallet on the table: “Tell me. Do you love him?”

Zhou Yan looked at the wallet: “Being a criminal police officer isn’t easy; it’s practically earning money with your life. Officer, you should cherish the fruits of your labor.”

Wei Lian thought he could still have her if Zhou Yan wanted him: “Just let me give up, okay?”

The hall manager, hearing this, discreetly went up to the rooftop, leaving them alone.

Zhou Yan’s eyelids were downcast, her gaze also lowered.

Wei Lian liked her; she probably sensed it somewhat, but she didn’t believe she had given him any signals to approach. Why couldn’t he see that her whole body was rejecting him? Was he intoxicated?

Wei Lian took two steps closer to her: “I can protect you.”

Zhou Yan looked up and shook her head.

Wei Lian, presumptuously, tried to dispel her concerns: “I can give you whatever money you want.”

Unfortunately, that wasn’t Zhou Yan’s concern; there was already someone giving her money. She said: “But I don’t love you.”

Wei Lian’s heart grew cold, but he was still unwilling to accept the truth. He grabbed her arm: “You only think you can’t love me because you’re with Si Wen, and he doesn’t allow you to love anyone else. Zhou Yan, as long as you leave him, as long as...”

Zhou Yan brushed off his hand: “Am I an idiot? Don’t I know if I can love you?”

Wei Lian’s eyes were clouded with mist, but it couldn’t hide the bloodshot veins. He gripped her arms with both hands: “Then why don’t you know if you love Si Wen! Why do you always avoid the question whenever I ask you!”

Zhou Yan pushed him away again: “Si Wen and I have an employer-employee relationship. He gives me money, and I sleep with him.”

“During those years when I was most in need of money, he solved my problems. Where were you then? You were probably bleeding and sweating for your career; you’re great, admired by thousands, but what does that have to do with me?”

“My current life is free from worries about food, and the days are peaceful. You come here and tell me you love me, and I have to respond to you. Why?”

Wei Lian was heartbroken, his hand propped on the pool table, looking at her cold, unfeeling face.

He came every day just to see her, yet she was always reluctant to even grant him the role of a supporting male character.

“What if he commits a crime? What if it’s a capital offense?”

Zhou Yan maintained her attitude, no abnormality in her eyes, her tone as calm as ever. She spoke as if it were a common occurrence, yet it wasn’t. “He’s there, so I’m there. If he’s sentenced to death, I’ll accompany him to the execution ground.”

Wei Lian stumbled back a few steps, his lower back hitting the table. His slightly open mouth gathered saliva, which he couldn’t swallow. Swallowing would hurt.

Indeed, he had guessed right.

She clearly knew he was unclean.

And she would never turn back.

Zhou Yan had been through enough with one Si Wen. Whether it was pain or hardship, he was enough. Her broken body couldn’t withstand another person’s abuse. Besides, her heart was as tiny as a needlepoint; it was already overflowing with just one person, how could it possibly hold another?

She had said it before, a dog only needs to acknowledge one master.

So no matter if this master’s life was short, once acknowledged, it was acknowledged. She didn’t ask for any particular outcome.

It was good.

Wei Lian’s fingers twitched, lifting slightly, but still too far to touch Zhou Yan.

He could step forward, press her against the table, force a kiss, rape her, ejaculate inside her, mark her with his presence, but he was Wei Lian, not Si Wen, and he couldn’t do such things.

He could only stand there, listening to her hurtful words, yet still unwilling to turn and leave.

He played the role of a desperate man to the bone, so deeply ingrained, that he had lost that spirited, devoted-to-the-people demeanor.

“You just want to stay in the abyss, rejecting my salvation.” Rejecting resurrection from the dead.

He whispered.

Zhou Yan heard him and chuckled: “Who can truly be anyone’s salvation? It’s just your self-righteousness, which you refuse to admit, so you add a layer of wrapping paper and call it salvation. For example, I like oranges, and you bring me a truckload of bananas, and then expect me to be grateful.”

“Some kind-hearted people, they will see your intentions, and even if they don’t love you, they will be moved.”

“But I’m not kind. Do you understand?”

Wei Lian was on the verge of collapse, but Zhou Yan wasn’t finished: “Also, why should right and wrong be judged by you? And why do you define my current life as death? An abyss?”

“I’m living well, not wronged, and I can be responsible for every choice. Please, go do something productive, and stop coming here to ‘save’ me.”

Zhou Yan didn’t dislike Wei Lian; she just didn’t like him.

Having said her piece, it was time to go.

The unfinished game of pool could wait for next time.

She wasn’t the kind of woman who got entangled between two men. She was the kind of person who, as a child, when scratching a lottery ticket, wouldn’t throw it away even after seeing the first character of “thank you for your patronage,” but would insist on scratching all four characters.

This showed that she truly believed in only one path. If it was the Roman path, then she was lucky. If it was the Yellow Springs path, then she would simply walk through the gates of hell.

As soon as she left, Wei Lian couldn’t stand straight and fell onto a nearby high stool. His arm turned red, then purple, but he didn’t move.

Zhou Yan’s every word was like a knife, each one drawing blood, leaving no room for retreat, showing no mercy.

This was the last time.

He wouldn’t be so lowly anymore.

When this thought took over his mind, Wei Lian didn’t yet know that even his being explicitly rejected by Zhou Yan could turn Si Wen’s world in Qizhou upside down, making the whole world see him consumed by mad jealousy for a woman.

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On Wednesday afternoon at one o’clock, Zhou Yan drove to the airport to pick up Si Wen.

His private jet arrived at two. As Si Wen descended from the plane, the sunlight casting upon him easily created an illusion that even heaven and earth couldn’t compare to his casual glance.

Zhou Yan watched him through the glass.

After a while, she looked away impatiently.

Si Wen saw her before he even came out. He also saw her impatiently walk aside and look at her phone.

After he emerged, he walked past her without even glancing at her.

Zhou Yan watched Si Wen pass by her, ignoring her, and then she turned to leave as well.

She hadn’t taken two steps when a hand grabbed her arm. Her whole body was pulled backward, and she thought she was going to fall, but instead, she landed in an embrace.

It was a familiar scent.

Belonging to Si Wen.

Si Wen hugged her from behind, one arm locking her collarbone, the other her chest.

He whispered in her ear: “Did you not see me? Or did you not want to see me?”

Zhou Yan’s ear became damp from his warm breath, and a tingling sensation spread downwards from her ear, all the way to the soles of her feet.

She shrugged her neck: “You were the one who didn’t want to see me.”

Si Wen bit her earlobe, a distinct bite, leaving a tooth mark: “Who was it?”

Zhou Yan tilted her head to avoid him: “You bit me, it hurts!”

Si Wen didn’t let go: “To teach you a lesson.”

Zhou Yan tried to break free.

Si Wen wouldn’t release her, so Zhou Yan twisted and squirmed.

The two of them, in the middle of the airport, in plain sight, started bickering.

Zhou Yan struggled quite vigorously at first, but then Si Wen got hard, and the object pressed against her waist. She immediately stopped, becoming motionless.

Si Wen still asked her: “Why aren’t you moving? Weren’t you quite capable?”

Zhou Yan remembered a previous time when Si Wen, just before boarding a flight, had a craving, called her, and made love to her vigorously in the restroom.

When it was time to board, he still hadn’t had enough, so he took her on the plane with him.

That time, they were on Qatar Airways. The flight was eleven hours long. He chose a very awkward time. They were the only two in business class. Those from economy class who were upgraded mostly slept in their individual spaces, like workstations, just lying face down.

Si Wen just covered them with a blanket. He held Zhou Yan on the table and pleasured her until she was like a noodle, soft in his arms, unable to go anywhere.

Later, when she needed to use the restroom, Si Wen carried her. The flight attendant looked puzzled, but he calmly said, “My wife is frail.”

If Zhou Yan hadn’t been completely drained of energy, she would have rolled her eyes at him until he died.

Si Wen saw her spacing out again, annoyed. He grabbed her arm and started walking her out.

He walked too fast, and Zhou Yan, unprepared, twisted her ankle while stepping onto the escalator. Soon, her ankle swelled up.

She gasped twice, hopping like a kangaroo.

Si Wen bent down to look at her foot. The situation wasn’t good, and without hesitation, he picked her up horizontally.

This time, Zhou Yan was truly caught off guard. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Twisting an ankle was normal; her heels were high, and she was mentally prepared for that. But Si Wen publicly carrying her like a princess was far too abnormal.

At the airport, Si Wen just carried her like that.

He didn’t let go, even with people watching.

Si Wen carried her into the car, told the driver to go to the hospital, and then drew the curtains.

He was still hard; that problem needed to be resolved immediately.

Zhou Yan resisted, kicking him with her foot: “My foot hurts.”

Si Wen didn’t care: “I’m not going to screw your foot.”

Zhou Yan reached for his hand, clasping it: “What will happen if you wait?”

Si Wen paused, not because of Zhou Yan’s words, but because she was holding his hand. She had held it before; it was easiest to hold during sex. Her fingers were very slender, appearing to be just bone, but soft to the touch.

Especially when she gave him a handjob.

Si Wen changed his mind. He pulled her hand to his belt.

Zhou Yan saw that this was likely his biggest concession. If she still refused, he would just strip her and penetrate her directly.

She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and took out that fire poker-like object.

She held it, then looked up at Si Wen and said: “It’s a bit hot.”

“Put it in your mouth to cool it down.”

Zhou Yan opened her mouth, a small tip of her tongue peeking out: “My mouth is hot too.”

Si Wen leaned down and kissed her, sucking on her tongue. He tasted it and said: “It’s quite cool.”

Zhou Yan tried to make another excuse, but Si Wen’s attitude soured: “Open your mouth!”

Four years of habit made her instinctively take the object into her mouth after his command.

She performed oral sex on him, making him ejaculate entirely into her mouth.

She swallowed half of it, then wrapped her arm around Si Wen’s neck, aimed for his lips, and transferred the other half into his mouth.

Si Wen frowned.

Zhou Yan explained: “It’s nutritious, and it tastes good.”