Sweet But Jealous

Chapter 6: Collision Course (6)

Bo Siyan's reflexes were lightning. Instinct overrode thought. His hand shot out, clamped onto her arm, and in one fluid motion, he hurled her over his shoulder. She landed hard on the plush white sofa behind him with a heavy thud.

"Ah...!" A gasp of pain escaped Qu Yan.

Only then did Bo Siyan recognize his "attacker."

His childhood in the slums, followed by years navigating the underworld, had forged reflexes honed for survival. Sneaking up behind him was tantamount to suicide.

He frowned, his dark gaze sweeping over her. The fall had hiked up her red dress, revealing long, shapely legs gleaming pale in the lounge light. Flustered, she quickly crossed them, inadvertently creating an even more alluring, sinuous pose. Curled on her side, legs bent, her waist a slender curve, the swell of her breasts beneath the dress... breathtakingly beautiful.

"Why did you hit me?" she accused.

"You struck first," he countered flatly.

"I don't care. You knocked me down. You have to help me up..." She extended a slender, pale hand towards him.

The man remained impassive, watching her coldly.

Qu Yan's eyes widened. A theatrical sob hitched in her throat. "Bully! You hit me with your car and won't take responsibility... now you attack me... sob... hitting a woman..." Her crying was patently fake, devoid of tears. Between faux sobs, she even managed to peek at him.

Bo Siyan was accustomed to female admiration and seduction attempts. But this level of transparent artifice was a first. And she made no effort to hide it, blatantly signaling her game.

"Get up."

Almost against his will, Bo Siyan extended his hand, clasping hers, and pulled her upright from the sofa.

Victorious, Qu Yan flashed him a smile, sweet dimples appearing.

Bo Siyan released her hand, but she didn't let go. Instead, with breathtaking audacity, she leaned in, rose onto her toes, and brushed a feather-light kiss against the hard line of his jaw.

She retreated immediately, a playful grin on her lips. "A reward for your chivalry."

The softness of her lips against his stubbled skin was a fleeting, unsettling sensation.

Bo Siyan's dark eyes narrowed dangerously. "Final warning. Cease this pointless effort. Or else—"

Qu Yan tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Or else what?"

Before Bo Siyan could respond, rapid footsteps approached. Qu Yan followed his gaze. Fu Tingchuan was striding towards them, his expression a mix of fury and disbelief – he'd clearly witnessed the kiss.

Qu Yan shrugged, unconcerned, waiting.

Fu Tingchuan stormed up and immediately seized her arm again. "Come with me!"

Qu Yan wrenched free. "Sir, do I know you? What gives you the right?"

Fu Tingchuan's face contorted. He glanced warily at Bo Siyan's coldly observing figure, lowering his voice to a furious hiss directed at Qu Yan. "Seeking public humiliation? Think this childish act will win me back? Pathetic!"

"Wake up," Qu Yan retorted coolly. "I don't want you back." She turned, her finger pointing directly at the imposing, aloof man beside her. "I genuinely want to make him mine."

Her choice of verb – "make him mine" – was deliberately provocative.

Fu Tingchuan's temple throbbed, a vein pulsing visibly. Bo Siyan, however, arched a brow, a flicker of dark amusement in his eyes. No one had ever dared phrase it quite like that. Audacious woman.