FY - 5

Si Wen kicked the two girls aside, grabbed Zhou Yan by the collar, and threw her onto the sofa. He pinned her between his knees, tore off her clothes, and buried his face in her chest, biting down hard. It was a real bite—soon enough, the skin turned blue.

Zhou Yan was in pain, but she had endured so much that she could bear it now.

Si Wen pushed her skirt up roughly, his movements aggressive and unrestrained, using a rhythm Zhou Yan couldn’t withstand.

Zhou Yan kept her lips tightly pressed together. Even when the pain made the veins at her temples bulge, she didn’t make a sound—unless Si Wen demanded it.

For now, Si Wen wasn’t interested in hearing her voice. He was a focused man, no matter what he was doing.

The ten young girls watching trembled in fear, instinctively backing away. They couldn’t understand why a man of Si Wen’s status—dignified, handsome, and accomplished—could treat a woman so brutally.

But Si Wen’s cruelty didn’t stop there. He freed himself, yanked Zhou Yan up by her hair like always, and grabbed a handful of spiral jelly candies from the table, throwing them in her face.

Zhou Yan had been with him for four years, so under the shocked gazes of the ten girls, she calmly tore open one of the candies, put it in her mouth, and continued, even putting on an expression of enjoyment, occasionally flashing him a coquettish look.

Si Wen watched her. She hadn’t changed—if anything, she was even more beautiful and obedient than before. Yet, he still felt it wasn’t enough.

Zhou Yan helped him finish once, allowing him to leave marks on her body.

Si Wen took off his jacket, loosened his tie, and lifted her legs.

She was beautiful—every part of her. He always found something new in her, something that even rivaled the Western paradise described in classical literature.

His breathing grew heavier, his gaze increasingly dazed.

A thin layer of sweat formed on Zhou Yan’s forehead as she gripped his arms, her cries growing louder and more piercing. Si Wen listened, his eyes turning red.

The whole ordeal lasted over half an hour.

The girls were terrified. They had never seen a man like him—or a woman like her.

Si Wen’s pants had slipped to his ankles. Annoyed, he kicked them off, went to the connected bedroom to grab a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and walked back, taking a deep drag. The veins on his forehead stood out.

Zhou Yan wanted one too and asked for a cigarette. Si Wen tossed her one but didn’t give her a lighter.

He sat in the armchair, smoking as he watched her.

Zhou Yan knew what he wanted. She placed the cigarette between her lips, walked over to him, reached behind his neck, and pressed the tip of her cigarette against the glowing ember at the corner of his mouth. She inhaled, lighting it, then exhaled the smoke through her nose.

When she tried to leave, he gripped her waist and pulled her down onto him.

Si Wen didn’t move, just kept watching her through the haze of smoke.

Zhou Yan held the cigarette between her fingers, blowing smoke into his face as she spoke: “I missed.”

Without waiting for his reaction, she knelt over his lap, leaning forward, supporting herself with her hands, moving slowly, deliberately.

By the time it was over, Zhou Yan’s legs were weak.

Si Wen was a beast. That fact didn’t need Zhou Yan to prove it, but she still wanted to say it:

Si Wen was a beast.

The girls who had witnessed the entire scene were traumatized—some cried, some wet themselves. Sister Hong hurried them out, scolding them harshly before turning back to bow apologetically to Si Wen. “Sorry, Mr. Si. These girls have never seen the world.”

Si Wen was in a better mood now and didn’t bother with them, waving her off.

As Sister Hong left, she glanced at Zhou Yan—just a reflex, nothing intentional.

But Zhou Yan used it as an excuse to follow her out.

Si Wen frowned. “Stop!”

Zhou Yan turned back, her expression returning to the lifeless one she always wore around him. “Sister Hong called me.”

Sister Hong, who had just closed the door, nearly cursed out loud: When the hell did I call you?!

Can’t you be decent? You’re dragging me into this now?

Si Wen picked up his phone and transferred 100,000 yuan to Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan didn’t need to check. The money always came on time—never late, sometimes early. In four years, it had never once failed to arrive.

Si Wen put on his jacket and tossed her the car keys. “Let’s go home.”

Zhou Yan hesitated. Usually, Si Wen monopolized her weekends, but he typically left the country on Sundays. She had promised her younger brother, Zhou Siyuan, a reward dinner for studying hard—scheduled for Sunday night.

Si Wen noticed her holding the keys but not moving. “What? Got plans?”

Zhou Yan could act out every state Si Wen liked, but sometimes she didn’t feel like performing. She told the truth: “I have to have dinner with my brother.”

Si Wen had always known she had a younger brother. She had become a prostitute because the money was fast—to pay for his medical treatment. He didn’t know what illness the boy had, not because Zhou Yan hid it, but because he’d never cared to ask.

Since he’d just had a good time, he could afford to be generous. “Go ahead.”

Zhou Yan handed the keys back. “Thanks.”

But Si Wen grabbed her wrist.

Zhou Yan looked up at him: “?”

Si Wen let go, as if stopping her had been a reflex, not a conscious decision. “We’ll go together.”

Zhou Yan stared at him, thinking: What the hell are you coming for?!

Si Wen had already started walking out.

In front of her patron, Zhou Yan had no dignity. Truthfully, if Si Wen insisted, she could’ve skipped dinner with Zhou Siyuan entirely. That was the life of a prostitute—submitting to a man with insatiable desires.

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When Si Wen was with Zhou Yan, he never drove. Aside from going to the bathroom and the physical exertion of sex, he didn’t do anything himself.

Zhou Yan drove his 1.6-million-yuan car smoothly, arriving at Zhou Siyuan’s piano class in half an hour.

At first, Zhou Siyuan bounded out excitedly, but when he saw the expensive car and Zhou Yan behind the wheel, he froze.

Zhou Yan rolled down the window, watching him hesitate. She unbuckled her seatbelt, got out, and walked over, taking his backpack from him. “What piece did you play today? The one you played for me last night?”

Zhou Siyuan forgot to answer, his eyes fixed on the man in the passenger seat.

Zhou Yan followed his gaze and tried to erase Si Wen from his mind. “He’s my coworker. He’s joining us for dinner.”

Zhou Siyuan clutched her sleeve. “I’m scared.”

Zhou Yan ruffled his hair. “Don’t be. He doesn’t bite.”

That made Zhou Siyuan laugh, easing his nerves a little.

Zhou Yan led him to the car, then got back in herself. “What do you want to eat?”

“Grilled lamb skewers!”

“Japanese.”

Zhou Siyuan and Si Wen spoke at the same time.

Zhou Yan wanted to indulge her brother. To Si Wen, she said, “I’ll drop you off for Japanese. My brother and I will have barbecue.”

Drop him off? Si Wen’s good mood shattered instantly. He got out of the car, walked around to the driver’s side, and snapped, “Get out!”

Zhou Yan stepped out, and Zhou Siyuan, sensing the tension, scrambled out after her.

Si Wen got back in and drove off without another word.

Zhou Siyuan watched the car disappear. “Sis, your coworker is really scary.”

Zhou Yan wanted to say he was insane, but she hadn’t used the word “insane” in front of Zhou Siyuan in years. “Come on. Let’s go get barbecue. Think about what you want to order.”

“I want snails! Beef tendon! Pork cartilage! And lots of lamb skewers!”

“Okay. I’ll order you lots of lamb skewers.”