After arriving at Lin Jingzhi’s residence, Ye Qiu found the villa shrouded in darkness, not a single light visible.
“Eh, could Lin Jie already be asleep?”
Ye Qiu felt a bit surprised.
From what he knew, Lin Jingzhi was a workaholic, typically not going to bed until after midnight.
“She’s probably been swamped with work lately and worn herself out.”
“For a woman to manage such a big operation, it’s no easy feat.”
“Better not ring the bell and disturb her sleep.”
With that thought, Ye Qiu swiftly scaled the courtyard wall, reached a corner, and with a light leap, landed on the second-floor corridor.
Then, he tiptoed to Lin Jingzhi’s bedroom door, about to push it open, when suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from inside.
The steps were so light that, without Ye Qiu’s exceptional hearing, he wouldn’t have noticed them at all.
Lin Jie isn’t asleep?
But why no lights?
Ye Qiu grew puzzled. He pressed his ear to the door and listened for a moment, his expression gradually turning cold.
“The person inside isn’t Lin Jie.”
“Could it be a thief?”
Ye Qiu’s heart jolted, and he prepared to burst in. Just then, a low, peculiar sound emerged: “Mmm…”
A woman’s voice?
Ye Qiu was taken aback and immediately activated his Heavenly Eye, peering into the room.
The next second, he was dumbfounded.
Inside Lin Jingzhi’s room stood a woman.
She had her back to Ye Qiu, facing the wardrobe, holding a piece of Lin Jingzhi’s undergarment. She lifted it to her nose, tilted her head back, and inhaled deeply, savoring the scent.
This scene completely blindsided Ye Qiu.
He scanned the room again but saw no sign of Lin Jingzhi, meaning she hadn’t returned home.
Ye Qiu’s gaze returned to the woman.
“Who is she, and why is she in Lin Jie’s room?”
Ye Qiu frowned. After a while, the woman turned around, revealing a familiar face in his line of sight.
Lin Jingzhi’s assistant, Sun Mengjie!
“Bloody hell, no way?” Ye Qiu was so shocked his eyes nearly popped out.
He’d never imagined Sun Mengjie had such a bizarre quirk.
“She seems so proper usually, but to think she has this kind of fetish. The ancients were right—you can’t judge a person by their appearance.”
Next, Ye Qiu watched as Sun Mengjie pulled Lin Jingzhi’s undergarments from the wardrobe one by one—lace, sheer, leopard print…
All sorts of styles, at least twenty or thirty pieces!
Sun Mengjie brought each one to her nose, sniffed deeply twice, closed her eyes in rapture, then carefully placed them back in the wardrobe.
Finally, she opened a drawer and took out a black qipao.
Ye Qiu recognised it—he’d seen Lin Jingzhi wear it once, and they’d had quite an intimate time together in it.
What’s she up to?
As Ye Qiu wondered, Sun Mengjie shed her own clothes and slipped into Lin Jingzhi’s qipao.
Her figure was curvaceous and striking.
The qipao was short, making Sun Mengjie’s legs appear especially long, slender, and straight like chopsticks.
Of course, her legs were naturally long to begin with.
With her wine-red, ear-length bob and the qipao, she exuded a charm far beyond her usual self.
“How did I not notice before? Sun Mengjie’s figure is incredible. If she entered a supermodel contest, it’d be a crime if she didn’t win first place.”
Ye Qiu marvelled inwardly.
Two minutes later, Sun Mengjie reluctantly took off the qipao. As Ye Qiu glanced over, he suddenly noticed a knife scar on her back.
The scar ran from her spine down to her waist, at least twenty centimetres long.
It was startling!
Though the scar had long healed, it hadn’t been treated well at the time, leaving it looking like a centipede—somewhat gruesome.
“How does a woman end up with such a severe knife wound?”
“It seems Sun Mengjie’s hiding some secrets!”
Unaware that someone outside was watching her every move, Sun Mengjie folded the qipao neatly, returned it to the drawer, then lifted the quilt and slipped into bed, lying there for a while before getting out.
But she wasn’t done.
She picked up a photo frame from the bedside table, gazing tenderly at Lin Jingzhi’s picture.
Moments later, she closed her eyes, puckered her lips, and slowly leaned toward the photo.
Smack!
One kiss, two, three…
“What the hell, what’s she doing?”
“Does she fancy Lin Jie?”
“A woman liking a woman? That’s terrifying!”
Ye Qiu felt a chill run through him.
After kissing Lin Jingzhi’s photo for a while, Sun Mengjie smiled with satisfaction, wiped off the lipstick and saliva, and placed the frame back where it belonged.
Finally, she circled the room, seemingly checking for any traces she might have left behind.
As she prepared to leave, her gaze suddenly landed on a white shirt hanging on the rack.
It was one Lin Jingzhi had bought for Ye Qiu during a shopping trip a couple of days ago.
A flash of resentment crossed Sun Mengjie’s eyes as she gritted her teeth and muttered, “You’re just a lowly doctor. What right do you have to win President Lin’s heart?”
“And you’re out there flirting left and right, with no regard for President Lin’s feelings. You don’t deserve her at all.”
“If President Lin didn’t like you, and I wasn’t worried about breaking her heart, I’d kill you.”
“Hmph, in this world, not a single man is any good!”
“Let me tell you, President Lin is mine. You can’t take her from me.”
“Though she’s with you now, it’s only temporary. I’m the one who truly loves her, and one day, she’ll see my devotion.”
Ye Qiu, outside the door, heard every word clearly.
What the heck?
Sun Mengjie actually likes Lin Jie?
“This woman’s unhinged!”
“She says no man is any good—that’s nonsense. At least I’m a good one.”
“From the look of it, she’s got a severe case of misandry.”
“This won’t do. Letting her stay by Lin Jie’s side is too dangerous. I can’t be with Lin Jie all the time, and if she does something harmful to her one day, it’ll be trouble.”
“So, there’s only one solution…”
“Cure her misandry!”
Ye Qiu quickly made up his mind.
“Sun Mengjie, Sun Mengjie, I must say, meeting me is your lucky day. If I weren’t so kind-hearted, I wouldn’t bother with you.”
With a whoosh, Ye Qiu burst into the room and pinned Sun Mengjie to the bed.
