Chapter 011: Qihong’s Intentions

Chapter 011: Qi Hong’s Motive

In the darkness, a pair of passionate lovers entwined fiercely upon the bed, each taking from the other what they craved, their union punctuated by urgent cries. With no light to break the gloom, perhaps only the shadows could let them fully unfold. After a full hour, their entanglement suddenly ceased, leaving only the sound of their heavy breathing hanging in the air.

Click.

The lights flickered on. Chu Fei leapt from the bed, scooped the boneless Qi Hong into his arms, and carried her into the bathroom.

After more than ten minutes, both freshly bathed, Chu Fei carried Qi Hong out again, returned to bed, pulled a blanket over their bodies, then leaned against the headboard, put a cigarette to his lips, and lit it, drawing in a deep breath.

Qi Hong lay limply in Chu Fei's arms, motionless, as if she had not yet recovered from their passion—like a beautiful serpent with her spine removed.

“How can you be so intense? You nearly wore me out,” Qi Hong finally lifted her head, her beautiful eyes filled with a hint of grievance as she gazed at Chu Fei.

“You came to me because I’m good at it, didn’t you?” Chu Fei grinned wickedly, reaching out to gently caress Qi Hong’s smooth, fragrant shoulder. That wild passion had not only released Qi Hong, but himself as well. The moment they entered, they had fallen into each other's arms, so entangled that it was impossible to tell who had embraced whom first.

Then they tumbled onto the bed—straight into the heart of adult affairs.

Chu Fei had no idea what was on Qi Hong’s mind or why she had come to find him again, nor did he care to speculate. He simply enjoyed the pleasure her alluring body brought him.

“You’re such a scoundrel.” Qi Hong snatched the cigarette from Chu Fei’s mouth, took a drag, and cursed at him.

Chu Fei didn’t retort, just lit another cigarette for himself.

“Did Cai Jiu come looking for you?” Nestled in Chu Fei’s arms, Qi Hong lifted her head again, like a gentle kitten.

“Yes,” Chu Fei nodded, seeing no reason to hide it.

“So you know who I am now?” Qi Hong’s gaze dimmed, but before Chu Fei could speak, she continued, “You know I’m Cai Jiu’s woman, yet you still dared to sleep with me. Aren’t you afraid he’ll come after you?” She stared intently into his eyes.

“If I said I was afraid, would you be disappointed?” Chu Fei smiled at her.

“Cai Jiu is a devil. If he finds out you’ve hurt me, he’ll never let you go. Chu Fei, you should leave Kun City—leave as soon as you can.” Qi Hong’s tone was earnest as she looked at Chu Fei.

Chu Fei stared at her, surprised, then suddenly grinned. “So that’s your real reason for coming to me tonight, isn’t it?”

“Yes. You need to leave, the sooner the better. Ideally, right now. Never come back.” Qi Hong nodded, making no attempt to conceal her purpose.

Chu Fei just smiled indifferently. “How do you know Cai Jiu doesn’t already know about us? For all you know, he’s known for a while.”

Qi Hong’s face instantly turned pale, but she quickly shook her head. “Impossible. If he knew, he would have made his move by now. I know him.”

“Perhaps.” Chu Fei didn’t confirm or deny it. Seeing Qi Hong still anxiously watching him, he chuckled softly. “I’ll leave, but not yet. There’s still something I need to do. Once it’s done, I’ll go.”

“Alright.”

Qi Hong nodded and said nothing more. She could see Chu Fei was a man of resolve who would never follow her advice. No matter what she said, it would be useless.

The room fell silent. Neither spoke again.

After a few minutes, Qi Hong left.

She didn’t spend the night at Chu Fei's place. She had come only to warn him to leave Kun City to avoid Cai Jiu’s wrath. She knew Cai Jiu all too well; aside from his ruthlessness, his possessiveness bordered on the deranged. She vividly remembered a male server who, after an innocent exchange of laughter with her, had his leg smashed by Cai Jiu and was tossed into the Yangtze River. If not for a miraculous rescue, the man would have become another floating corpse.

Chu Fei didn’t get up to see her off. He lay on the bed, listening to the distant roar of her sports car’s engine, a strange smirk curving his lips. He knew Qi Hong’s warning was sincere, but he didn’t care—just as he didn’t care about Yang Zhiwei and his son’s revenge, he didn’t care about Cai Jiu coming after him.

Cai Jiu might be a terrifying crime boss in others’ eyes, but to Chu Fei, he was nothing—someone he could crush with a single finger.

The only thing Chu Fei truly cared about now was Chen Xiaoman, who lived not far away. He still hadn’t decided when to meet her and reveal the cruel truth. He hadn’t summoned the courage.

With a soft sigh, Chu Fei closed his eyes and forced himself into sleep.

After leaving the slums, Qi Hong’s expression remained heavy, Chu Fei’s words—“Perhaps he already knows”—echoing in her mind.

Did Cai Jiu know about her and Chu Fei?

Qi Hong was uncertain, but anxiety gnawed at her. No one knew better than her how vicious Cai Jiu could be. If he found out, he would never simply let Chu Fei go—not just kill him, but worse.

It was all her fault. Why had she been so reckless last night, seducing Chu Fei? If not for her, none of this would have happened.

But regret was useless—what was done was done. All she could do was pray Cai Jiu would never find out.

At that moment, Qi Hong’s face suddenly changed. She slammed on the brakes, eyes locked onto a Buick van parked by the roadside ahead.

Her face turned as pale as paper.

She recognized it instantly—it was Cai Jiu’s car.

She watched as the car door opened and Cai Jiu’s tall figure stepped out.

Qi Hong bit her lip, forcing herself to calm down before stepping out of her car.

“What are you doing here? You didn’t even call me,” Qi Hong asked, approaching Cai Jiu with a flirtatious smile that betrayed no trace of nervousness.

“I missed you, so I came,” Cai Jiu’s gaze swept over her face, deep and inscrutable.

“Why didn’t you come inside?” she asked, her laughter sweet.

“I did. You weren’t there,” Cai Jiu replied, and before Qi Hong could explain, he continued, “Xiao Hui said you left the bar very early tonight. Where did you go?” His eyes suddenly grew cold as he fixed his gaze on her.

“I—”

“Did you go see Chu Fei?” Cai Jiu cut her off, his tone even colder.

Qi Hong’s eyes flickered, but she forced herself to remain calm and shot back, “You’ve been having me followed?”

Smack.

Her answer was a resounding slap.

Cai Jiu stared coldly at her reddening cheek, his eyes chilling, without a trace of pity. He sneered, “Qi Hong, don’t forget your place. You are my woman. Do you understand?”

Qi Hong bit her lip hard, saying nothing, but her heart sank: Chu Fei had been right. Cai Jiu already knew.

“From now on, you stay in the villa. Don’t take a single step outside the compound. Otherwise, don’t blame me for what happens.”

Without another word or a backward glance, Cai Jiu returned to his car and drove away, leaving behind only a frigid warning.

Qi Hong stood alone, dazed for several minutes before she came to herself. She touched her swollen cheek, stared in the direction Cai Jiu had left, and bit her lip fiercely. Her first impulse was to call Chu Fei and urge him to flee, but she stopped herself, thought better of it, put her phone away, and walked back to her car.

“Brother Jiu, let me kill Chu Fei. How dare he touch Sister Hong? He deserves to die!” In the van, a young man beside Cai Jiu spoke through clenched teeth, his expression cold and murderous.

“You?” Cai Jiu turned and shot him a frosty glance. “You’re not even close to being his match.”

The young man flushed but persisted. “We can’t just let him go, can we? Everyone knows Sister Hong is your woman. He’s challenging you.”

“That’s enough.” Cai Jiu cut him off, closed his eyes, then opened them again, his whole body exuding a chilling aura. “Master Lin said the situation is sensitive right now—there can be no mistakes.” His voice was quiet, almost as if talking to himself.

But the youth beside him instantly fell silent, not daring so much as to breathe. The name “Master Lin” clearly inspired great fear.

“But I won’t need to deal with him myself.” A cold smile flickered across Cai Jiu’s face.

“Brother Jiu, you mean…” The young man’s eyes lit up, beginning to understand.

“Go find Mr. Jun. Tell him I don’t want Chu Fei to see next week’s sunrise.” With that, Cai Jiu closed his eyes, as if exhausted.

“Understood, Brother Jiu. Leave it to me.” The young man nodded at once, eyes turning icy as he licked his lips with cruel anticipation.

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