Perfect Mistake

Part 2:

He discarded the papers on the table, walked calmly into the bathroom, and turned on a remote-controlled TV to play soothing music. The soft glow of candles gentle flicker danced across the walls, casting shadows that seemed to sway to the music. The scent of essential oils wafted through the air, drawing him in. He couldn't resist the allure of the warm waters, and he began to undress, letting his clothes fall to the floor.

As he stepped into the Jacuzzi, the warm water enveloped him like a gentle hug, and let out a soft moan, his body relaxing, releasing all tension.

He didn't go home. Instead, he checked into a quiet luxury hotel. His hand trailed the surface, fingers gliding lazily from side to side, creating waves that shimmered in the soft light. There was something childlike in the way he moved, playful yet fragile, as if searching for comfort in the simplicity of motion.

After a while, he let out a soft chuckle and leaned back, his fingers instinctively reaching for the remote control to change the channel. His eyes landed on an adult film, and a playful smile spread across his face as he settled in to watch. The scene depicted an intimate encounter between two men, their bodies entwined in a passionate dance.

''Uhm..A..ahh..'' The soft moans and gentle whispers filled the room, drawing him in with an almost palpable sense of anticipation. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he watched, the tension in the air thickening with every passing moment. As he continued to watch, his skin began to feel warm, and he found himself becoming more and more engrossed in the scene.

He hadn't had s*x in three days, having been preoccupied with preparations to enter the company. He didn't discriminate between men and women; as long as they could satisfy him, he was open to it. As the top bachelor in the country, he had no shortage of suitors.

Celebrities and even a foreign princess had thrown themselves at him, but he was discerning. "Slow down babe..ah..ah.." When it came to s****l partners, he prioritized cleanliness above all else . Tattoos, scars, and even the slightest hint of body odor were instant turn-offs.

It was a quirk he had grown accustomed to. As the scene intensified, he slid his hand down, wrapping his fingers around his erection. He started moving his hand in a steady rhythm, focusing intently on the scene unfolding before him. ''Aaah..mm..Aah" The pleasure built up, and he could feel himself getting close to the edge until.

Thud!

Suddenly, a loud noise echoed through the room, and his head jerked towards the door. He cursed under his breath as the interruption shattered the moment, causing his arousal to dissipate. He slowly emerged from the water, careful not to make any noise that might alert the guards stationed outside.

With caution, he peeked out from behind the glass door of the bathroom, holding his breath as he scanned the room for any signs of an intruder. After a few minutes of silence, he still didn't let his guard down. He picked up his phone and slowly made his way outside, his eyes scanning the dimly lit room for any trace of unwanted presence. The room was empty, but he noticed the balcony door was slightly open, and a cool breeze wafted in.

He furrowed his brow, wondering if he had forgotten to close it. Still naked, he strode over to close the door and pull the curtains shut before turning to head back to the bathroom.

Click!

Just as his body fully turned, a gun pressed against his head. He froze. One wrong move and he was dead. His heartbeat quickened, cold sweat crawled along his skin as if trying to escape. His mind raced, but he couldn't think of any way out. He had miscalculated, assuming no one was here.

"Who are you? Who sent you here?" Hua Yong asked, desperate to know before he died. The stranger remained silent, simply watching him. He was dressed in black sneakers, tactical pants, dark clothing, a fitted jacket, and a bonnet covering his head.

When Hua Yong looked at his face, his green eyes caught his attention. Was his enemy so bold as to send a foreigner to kill him? Speaking in a foreign language, Hua Yong demanded, "Who told you to kill me? Who is your boss?" Still, the man didn't respond. Hua Yong gritted his teeth, frustrated by the silence.

The man pressed the gun harder against his forehead, forcing Hua Yong to close his eyes. He cursed himself repeatedly for being powerless in this moment. His hands were grabbed and bound tightly, leaving him to await his fate.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Both of them turned toward the door as the knocking grew louder. The man quickly untied Hua Yong, who winced in pain but remained still, fearing that any sudden movement might seal his fate. The man handed Hua Yong a nightdress, gesturing for him to put it on, and Hua Yong complied without resistance.

As the knocking persisted, the man approached the door, still holding Hua Yong captive. He stepped slightly away from Hua Yong before releasing his grip, his movements calculated and controlled.

"Talk to them normally. Don't say anything about me, or I'll blow your head off!" the stranger warned. Hua Yong sneered, now certain the was not a foreigner, given his flawless command of their language. Wearing contact lenses was probably part of his disguise.

Slowly, the man turned the knob while hiding behind the door, his pistol aimed at Hua Yong. Two individuals stood at the door with his bodyguard in the background. Hua Yong put on a warm smile, crossed his arms casually, and greeted them, acting as though nothing was amiss.

"Sorry to disturb you sir, but may we take a quick look to make sure no one is hiding in your room?" the first man asked. Hua Yong smiled.

"With my highly trained bodyguards outside, do you really think anyone could sneak into my room to hide?" he said, staring them down without blinking. "And," he added, looking them over from head to toe, "Are you part of the hotel staff or security team? Does the manager know that you're inspecting each room?'' The two exchanged uncertain glances, caught off guard by his response. One of them gestured to leave, afraid of causing trouble if they insisted. Hua Yong exhaled, lowering his arms.

"Young master, are you okay?" His eyes followed where his guard was looking. His wrists were bruised from when the man tied him up earlier. He smiled and nodded before closing the door, but his smile quickly faded into anger. Once again, the man grabbed his hands and tied them tightly, forcing Hua Yong to endure the pain. He realized now he wasn't the target-this man was after someone else.

"I can give you whatever you want, just say it and untie me now," He offered, watching as the man rifled through every drawer of the wardrobe. Hua Yong raised an eyebrow at the peculiar behavior, wondering if the man even heard him. Sitting on the bed, he decided to wait patiently, as it seemed the man wasn't interested in his offer.

"I can give you more than your boss ever could," he added, raising his tied hands, but the man didn't even glance his way. Frustrated, he exhaled deeply several times.

When the man entered the bathroom, Hua Yong saw his chance. He eyed the door and stood up, but just as he moved, the man reappeared. "Damn it!" he cursed under his breath and quickly sat back down, pretending he hadn't tried to escape.

The man paused in front of him, standing before a wide mirror, and removed his upper clothing, exposing his toned torso. Hua Yong, amused, let out a whistle as he admired the man's reflection in the mirror. "Nice body. Where do you work out? Maybe I should get a membership there."

Moments later, blood began to seep from a wound on the man's left side. After bandaging himself and adjusting his clothes, the man grabbed a handkerchief and covered Hua Yong's mouth.

"You're noisy," he said in a calm voice, tying it tight. "That's more like it!" Hua Yong eyes flashed with anger as he glared at the man, who smirked behind the bonnet. Afterward, he approached the glass door, swayed the curtain, and spied outside to check if anyone was still looking for him. A bright laser flickered at another building-the signal he had been waiting for.

Without hesitation, he slid open the balcony door and leaped into the next room, careful to avoid making noise or drawing attention in the luxury suite. He headed straight for the fire escape ladder. The medicine he took was effective-he felt no pain while running and jumping. Luckily, the balcony door of that room opened easily, and he was confident the man inside wouldn't cause any trouble and they'd never cross paths again.

What he didn't realize was that he had left behind a crucial piece of evidence. When he arrived at the meeting point, the waiting man pulled him into a concerned embrace.

''How's your wound?" He raised his shirt to check, but the man grabbed his hand to stop him.

"Let's not stay here. They might still be looking for me." The man nodded in agreement, and they hurried down the building to their getaway vehicle to treat his wound back at their base.

"Sheng Shao You, you really have nine lives!"

"f**k you!"