Chapter 3: Chapter 2: First Contact with the Forbidden

This villa was something he had only purchased a few days ago; even his old man didn't know about it. Aside from bringing that woman, Yang Ziluo, here to let her run wild, the only regular visitor was the part-time cleaner. At this hour, no one should have been appearing.

Since she had already entered the door, Chen Yuyue had no intention of hiding any longer. She stepped calmly out of the dark corner, lifting her cold eyes to stare at him expressionlessly. It had to be said that the strangely dressed man before her was quite handsome, even more so than the beautiful Second Prince. However, that was only if one ignored those black eyes that harbored a sharpness akin to a soaring eagle.

"It's you?" Yu Luoxuan recognized at a glance that this woman in black leather with a curvaceous figure was the very one he had encountered on the beach. Under the ample lighting, her features were extremely exquisite, and her fair, delicate skin was without a single flaw. Set against a chin with a hint of baby fat, there wasn't a trace of makeup to be seen; she was as pure and lovely as the rising sun, ethereal and otherworldly.

She looked to be only sixteen or seventeen, yet those clear eyes radiated twelve degrees of indifference. Her waterfall-like long hair cascaded down, and paired with the black leather outfit, she possessed a detached and distant temperament, like an elf in the night, completely out of place in this vulgar world.

"Mm." Her voice was equally steady and calm, as if drifting from the night sky—low yet ethereal, without a trace of panic or fluctuation. Her long eyelashes merely fluttered a few times in sync with the movement of her lips.

With a look of resentment, Yu Luoxuan used two fingers to pull open his elegant bowtie and tossed it aside. His collar loosened slightly, revealing a wheat-colored neck, and his firm pectoral muscles were faintly visible beneath the slightly unbuttoned shirt. Chen Yuyue merely cast a glance before quietly averting her eyes.

"Who are you? Why are you following me?" He did not lower his guard just because she looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, nor would he lose himself just because she was a beautiful woman. On the contrary, he was a man of exceptional calm and control.

He walked toward Chen Yuyue step by step, a playful smile playing on his lips, his entire body exuding a dangerous aura. His slender, seductive eyes shimmered with a mesmerizing yet wicked light, deep as a pool, causing Chen Yuyue, who had been meeting his gaze, to lose focus for a moment.

"Stop." When they were still a step apart, Chen Yuyue bit her pink, cherry-like lip, and her cold voice rang out once more. It remained as calm as ever, without a single ripple. This indifference greatly displeased a man who was already simmering with anger.

"Stop?" Yu Luoxuan's patience seemed to have reached its limit. His eyes, sharp as ice blades, ignited with a raging fire. He took a step forward and reached out with a powerful hand, intending to seize Chen Yuyue by the throat. "On what grounds should I stop? Ah—!"

Unexpectedly, before he could finish his sentence, his long arm was seized by Chen Yuyue and violently pinned behind his back. A surge of pain shot through his wrist, forcing an involuntary cry of pain from him.

"Don't provoke me again. I was just looking for a place to stay; you just happened to cross my path. Consider yourself unlucky." This sentence finally possessed a bit of human emotion. For a moment, Yu Luoxuan thought he had seen a ghost.

"**..." He, Yu Luoxuan, the eldest young master of the Yu family and President of the Hongxing Group, had never been treated like this by a woman in his life. He had to remember exactly what day it was. This dead woman—he gritted his teeth fiercely, waiting for her to skin him and eat his flesh.

"Let go of me, and I won't touch you." With his arm being twisted painfully, he had no choice but to lower his head first.

"Heh, I don't believe you." As Chen Yuyue released his arm, there was a soft *pfft* sound as she struck his acupoint. She directly dragged his 1.85-meter frame up and tossed him onto the wide, expensive Simmons bed.

"Who exactly are you? What did you do to me? Why can't I move?" Yu Luoxuan had thought that once his hand was released, he would regain his freedom. That was merely a moment of carelessness; with his title as a Sanda champion, how could he fail to capture a woman?

Originally, his plan had been quite perfect, but who could have guessed that the moment he turned around, after she had merely pressed him once, he would be as if paused, unable to move no matter how hard he tried.

The moment he was thrown onto the bed by this woman, he finally understood the meaning of horror, the meaning of shock, and the meaning of dying with eyes wide open.

"Lie still. As long as you listen to me, you can move again tomorrow morning." Chen Yuyue's martial arts skills had all been personally taught by Xie Ran, specifically so she could protect Chen Ziwu. At that time, her heart was set solely on revenge, and she had put in more than ten times the effort of an ordinary person; the results of such training were unpredictable.

"Fuck, you dead woman, just you wait." Yu Luoxuan cursed under his breath, his thick, handsome eyebrows furrowing into a "川" shape. His mind began searching for any memory of drugs that caused such paralysis. But he had no memory of such things, and this didn't feel like anesthesia; it didn't hurt when she touched him, so it was impossible for her to have injected him with anything.

Yu Luoxuan became uncharacteristically calm. He was thinking, observing, calculating, and searching for an opportunity to escape.

"Do you have anything to eat here? I'm hungry." After standing in distress for a while, Chen Yuyue remembered she hadn't eaten dinner, and her stomach let out an untimely "gurgle." Like Chen Ziwu, she loved the food made by Xi Cui; just thinking about it made her unable to stop swallowing her saliva.

No matter how cold and calm a person was, they still had their cute moments. And the only time Chen Yuyue could drop her mask was when facing Chen Ziwu or when she was hungry.

"No." Yu Luoxuan stared at her with cold, arrogant eyes, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth. At this moment, he wished she would starve to death—that would be truly satisfying. How could he possibly tell her where the food was? Being suppressed by this woman was the greatest humiliation of his life.

"Oh, then never mind." Chen Yuyue swallowed her saliva and rubbed her stomach. Her hungry expression made her youthful face look incredibly cute, bearing no resemblance to the fierce demon from moments ago. Yu Luoxuan, who had been glaring at her, couldn't help but lose himself for a moment. He became increasingly puzzled: who exactly was she?

This slight hunger was not enough to make her lose control, given her long-term martial arts training. She didn't think to go looking for food, nor did she think to cook for herself; she simply walked over to the sofa and sat down. She was not unfamiliar with such chairs; there was one in Madam's room, and she had sat in it a few times. It was soft and very comfortable; Madam said it was called a sofa.

Unable to move, Yu Luoxuan could only watch the figure dazing off on the sofa out of the corner of his eye. He grew even more confused. Was this woman an idiot? The refrigerator was right in the kitchen; how could she not know to look for it, simply believing his word?

"Hey, come here. I'll tell you how to get some food." Yu Luoxuan lowered his stance, reined in his hostility, and tried to speak in a negotiating tone.