Chapter 1: A Night of Irresistible Temptation
Fragment 1:
"I’ve said it before—I’m not here to stop your wedding. I’m just annoyed that my fiancé would marry a woman I despise, and have the audacity to do it in front of me. That’s nothing short of an insult. So, before this farce goes any further, let’s officially end our engagement."
With a calm smile, Ye Chuqing slipped a ring off her left middle finger and held it up to Ye Zhirui, whose expression had turned icy and uncertain.
Then—
In one swift motion, she flung the ring to the ground, raised her high heel, and crushed it underfoot, grinding it into the floor with deliberate force.
Her face, lit with a mocking smile, radiated an air of defiance. Every move she made was sharp and decisive, her entire being exuding an unrestrained arrogance and dazzling provocation. She was instantly the focus of all the cameras, the center of everyone’s attention.
The guests collectively gasped, the sound sharp in the heavy silence that followed. Every eye in the room was fixed on her, stunned.
No one had expected this so-called “discarded woman” to stride in with such flair—not to beg or disrupt, but to sever ties with such disdain.
In that moment, it wasn’t her who seemed abandoned; rather, it looked as though Ye Zhirui had been cast aside by her.
Fragment 2:
“So, you want to have a child through artificial insemination? No problem! We guarantee to provide you with the finest men—fun guaranteed, satisfaction assured. And if you’re not happy, we even offer refunds and exchanges!” The head of the all-purpose surrogacy department welcomed her with enthusiastic professionalism.
Refunds? Exchanges? Ye Chuqing thought this was shaping up to be quite the impressive company.
“What are your requirements, if I may ask?”
Requirements? Ye Chuqing gave it serious thought. A child’s genes mattered, and she had to be thorough.
“My requirements aren’t unreasonable. Let’s see... a high level of education is a must. No one below a master’s degree, please. But no boring bookworms, either. Emotional intelligence and IQ must both be exceptional. And appearance, of course, is critical—no ugly faces. Someone who looks like movie star Li Yunxiang would be perfect.
“Oh, and no Korean blood, not even a hint. Ideally, I’d like a mix of Caucasian and Asian—mixed-race children are the most beautiful. Good character is essential, strong health is a given, and I’d prefer green eyes. No dark skin, please; lighter tones are better. Also, the hands must be attractive…”
“Hey, hey, hey! Why are you fainting? I’m not done yet!”
In the end, Ye Chuqing was unceremoniously thrown out. The manager, trembling with fury, left her with a parting shot:
“Why don’t you just dig one up from a grave?”
“Hah! That’s just because you’re not professional enough. I’ll find one myself!” Ye Chuqing rolled her eyes, unfazed as she strode out the door.
Fragment 3:
Waking up, Ye Chuqing found herself at a loss. What was she supposed to say to a male escort?
She glanced at the strikingly handsome man beside her, whose commanding presence left her feeling uncomfortably pressured.
As a professional escort, shouldn’t he care about whether his clients were satisfied with his… skills? Given how attractive he was, she figured she should at least offer some praise. Yes, that seemed like the right thing to do.
“Hehe… your skills are good. Really good,” she said, giving him a thumbs-up to emphasize her approval. “I’m very satisfied, truly.”
But instead of gratitude, the man’s face darkened visibly.
Huh? Did he not understand Chinese? Oh, right—he was mixed-race. Maybe he didn’t speak Chinese.
Switching to English, she said, “Your skills in bed are incredible! Fantastic! Absolutely top-notch!”
Still no reaction. She tried French: “You’re the crème de la crème of escorts! A true master of your craft. Are you not happy with my praise?”
Finally, the man responded, though his reaction wasn’t joy—it was barely restrained fury, his teeth clenched so tight she could hear them grind.
“I understand Chinese… and I am NOT… an escort,” he spat, his voice loaded with venom, the word “escort” practically hurled like an insult.
Fragment 4:
“You mentioned a fair trade. Are you offering me money?” Ye Chuqing asked tentatively. Hiring someone of his stature must cost a fortune. Perhaps she could make a tidy profit out of this.
Mo Fengya, however, cast her a sidelong glance and said lazily, “In return, I’ll give you a month of complimentary… bedroom services.”
“What???” Ye Chuqing gasped, certain she must have misheard. A month? Of that?
This… this high-profile figure couldn’t possibly be serious!
“What’s with that look? Are you rejecting me?” Mo Fengya’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his voice laced with menace.
“I’m not…” Faced with his domineering gaze, Ye Chuqing didn’t dare admit she was. But, oh, how she wanted to.
“Hmph. Last night, I overheard you talking about wanting a child. I’m simply offering you an excellent solution. Or were you planning to seek another man? Do you think I’d let just any woman into my bed? Consider yourself lucky.”
Mo Fengya’s arrogance was palpable, his tone dripping with disdain. If she hadn’t intrigued him—if her presence hadn’t somehow dispelled his usual aversion—he wouldn’t have even considered this.
At his age, prolonged abstinence wasn’t ideal. But settling for a random woman was out of the question.
What’s more, she’d already shared his bed. The thought of her turning to another man afterward was intolerable.
