Chapter 008 Refusal

Song Wan felt a jolt in her heart, a bad premonition rising. She pushed the door open and stepped inside, gripping the doorframe. “Thank you, Mr. Jin. This room is very beautiful; I like it very much.”

Jin Youqian glanced at her, his gaze inscrutable. Song Wan met his eyes with a smile. “Is there something you need, Mr. Jin?”

With a meaningful look, Jin Youqian gave her a once-over. “I think you should take a look at the room before you say that.” Then he turned and entered his own room, shutting the door with a bang.

Song Wan froze. Without bothering to close the door behind her, she walked straight into the bedroom. “What the hell?”

No wonder Jin Youqian’s expression had been so hard to decipher just now—apart from a bed, the room was completely empty. Not even a pillow or blanket had been laid out.

Really...

Song Wan pressed a hand to her forehead. Was this his way of getting back at her? With Jin Youqian’s status, he’d surely seen countless men and women try to throw themselves at him; she’d never expected to fool him. Even if he’d had doubts at first, he should have figured things out by now.

But to just dump a guest in an empty room... it was hardly gracious, was it?

Her eyes flickered. A fox-like smile curved her lips.

Upstairs, as Jin Youqian was undressing, a chill ran down his spine. He assumed it was just the cold air on his skin and thought nothing more of it.

Song Wan changed into the dress Jin Youqian had bought her and hurried downstairs. Sure enough, she found a middle-aged man in the kitchen who looked every inch the proper butler. She was just pondering how to persuade him to give her Jin Youqian’s room key when the butler, face stiff and expressionless, produced a ring of keys. “These are the young master’s room keys. Do your best and get yourself into the young master’s bed as soon as possible!”

Song Wan was dumbstruck. Do her best? Get into his bed?

Had she wandered into the wrong script?

Seeing her dazed, the butler grabbed her hand, urgently pressing the keys into her palm.

Song Wan glanced at the keys, then quickly ran back upstairs. She didn’t care what madness the butler was up to—what mattered was putting her plan into action.

At the foot of the stairs, she looked back, feeling as if she saw... relief? on the butler’s stoic face.

What the devil was going on?

Click—

Peeking through the door, Song Wan heard the rush of water nearby. She squeezed through the gap into Jin Youqian’s room, closed the door quietly behind her, and, taking advantage of Jin Youqian’s shower, quickly stripped off all her clothes and darted under the covers.

Jin Youqian emerged from the bathroom, a towel slung low around his hips. Droplets of water slid down his hair, tracing over lean muscle, giving his skin a seductive sheen. Under his well-defined chest, eight sculpted abs led downward in tantalizing lines that vanished beneath the towel. He was the very image of the most desired physique—clothes made him look slim, yet undressed, his body was all power and temptation.

He lifted a corner of the quilt and sat on the bed, picking up the hairdryer and running it through his hair.

Hm? Jin Youqian switched off the blow dryer. For some reason, something felt off.

Suspecting Song Wan was up to some mischief, he got up, opened the door, and knocked on Song Wan’s door. No answer.

Asleep?

He went to the stairs. “Uncle Feng, did you see the young lady I brought home leave her room?”

Uncle Feng walked up from downstairs and bowed respectfully. “Young master, I’ve been downstairs the whole time.”

Jin Youqian narrowed his eyes. Was it just his imagination?

“Never mind then, Uncle Feng. You should get some rest.”

“Yes, young master.” Uncle Feng bowed and left.

Back in his room, he was about to resume drying his hair when he noticed a small lump under the covers. Jin Youqian narrowed his eyes, pinched the edge of the quilt, and was about to pull it back when he paused. Instead, he picked up the hairdryer again, letting it roar, but his gaze remained locked on the mysterious lump.

After a while, Song Wan, nearly suffocating, carefully lifted the quilt just enough to gulp a breath of air, then retreated beneath it again. The movement was so swift it could easily be overlooked.

Jin Youqian almost laughed out loud in exasperation. Malicious amusement bubbled up inside him as he coldly waited to see how long she could keep this up.

Curled up under the blanket, Song Wan was struggling to breathe, her lungs aching and sweat beading on her skin. Still, she kept silent, not daring to move too much.

A long time passed. Jin Youqian still hadn’t gotten into bed. Song Wan’s heart sank. Carefully, she poked her head out of the quilt—only to meet Jin Youqian’s dark, unreadable gaze. Though his face was expressionless, a black aura seemed to radiate from him.

Fortunately, Song Wan was prepared to be discovered and didn’t panic. She scooped up the quilt, sat up immediately, her long black hair cascading down her back, revealing pale shoulders and arms in a stunning interplay of light and shadow. The visual impact was striking—Jin Youqian felt a rush of heat, his body reacting almost instantly.

Unable to help himself, Jin Youqian coughed awkwardly and sat on the edge of the bed, yanking the covers over his obvious reaction.

He had meant to interrogate and scold her for her shamelessness, but the situation made him forget.

Song Wan was secretly delighted, laughter sparkling in her eyes. “Mr. Jin, the guest room was empty. I was afraid of the cold…”

Jin Youqian’s face darkened. Had he just dug his own grave?

Song Wan pressed her advantage. “Besides, there wasn’t even a blanket in the bedroom. If I caught a cold while staying in your house, wouldn’t people say you didn’t treat your guests well?”

Jin Youqian shifted uncomfortably, unconsciously edging closer to Song Wan.

But he said nothing more, his whole demeanor awkward. She even noticed the tips of his ears were so red, they looked about to bleed.

This reaction…

Could Jin Youqian still be a virgin?

Song Wan was amused. She leaned toward him, her fingers gliding feather-light down his back. She felt his muscles tense beneath her touch, her eyes and brows blooming with seductive charm.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself against his back, relishing the intimate contact of bare skin. Jin Youqian was on the brink of losing control.

Yet Song Wan wasn’t done. She rested her chin on his shoulder and brushed a kiss over the tip of his ear, warm breath stirring in his ear canal. Jin Youqian shivered.

Her voice was soft as silk. “Mr. Jin, I want to sleep with you…”

Jin Youqian was just about to reply when Song Wan delivered the final blow. “Don’t worry, Mr. Jin—I really just want to chat under the covers. I won’t tell anyone, and you don’t need to take responsibility…”

Given their current state, naked and pressed together, who would believe nothing would happen if Jin Youqian let her stay?

Just as she spoke and placed her hand on his shoulder, Jin Youqian went utterly rigid. Before she could react, he shoved her onto the bed and bolted from the master bedroom.

The door slammed so hard it shook the house.

“Damn it all…” Song Wan could have screamed. The atmosphere had been just right—she’d been so close, she could feel victory within reach. Why had Jin Youqian suddenly changed his tune?

Could it be that the face that had always bewitched others was useless against Jin Youqian? But she could tell he was affected by her flirting…

Last time had been fine—when they’d just “talked,” Jin Youqian had simply run away. Now, here they were, both undressed in bed, and he still ran!

It was beyond frustrating.

Fuming, Song Wan dressed, grabbed her purse from the next room, and hurried downstairs. At the second-floor landing, she nearly collided with the strange butler, but didn’t stop to ask questions, storming out of the villa without looking back.

The butler watched her angry figure with regret, then glanced mournfully upstairs, sighing deeply. “Young master, when will you finally bring home a young mistress?”

He’d lowered his standards from “must be a lady from a noble family” to “as long as she’s human,” yet still, there was no sign of a young mistress.

Still, this young lady had stayed in the young master’s room the longest—over half an hour…

With a stoic expression, Feng Yu took out a small notebook, flipped to a page, and noted the date, time, and Song Wan’s appearance.

He heavily underlined “over half an hour” and folded the page as a special mark.

“Remember to have someone investigate this young lady tomorrow. If she hasn’t given up, perhaps she can be helped.”

Closing his notebook, Feng Yu calmly met Jin Youqian’s sudden, furious gaze. “Young master, it’s late. You should get some sleep.”

He then turned, descended the stairs, returned to his own room, and shut the door in one smooth motion.

Only after the sound of the door closing did Jin Youqian return to his bedroom, frustrated.

Song Wan was gone.

He paused, then forced himself to dismiss it, turned off the light, and got into bed—only to find sleep impossible.

…

Only after running out of the villa did Song Wan realize she’d acted on impulse. But now, she was too embarrassed to go back.

The original host had been autistic; aside from one malicious acquaintance—Wang Juan, who had driven her to her death—she knew hardly anyone. The crew of “Immortal in the Clouds” wasn’t close to her either. With no other options, Song Wan called Zhou Qi.

“Song Wan? Out so late and not home yet?” Zhou Qi sounded excited. “I’ve got good news for you—a friend of mine is starting a film, and they haven’t found the right actor for the villain yet. I recommended you, and after seeing your headshots, he’s agreed to give you a chance to audition.”

Song Wan opened her mouth, then awkwardly asked, “Director Zhou, could you come pick me up at the Hillside Villa district?”

Calling a man for a late-night pickup…

“You…” Zhou Qi coughed. “Didn’t you get into Mr. Jin’s car?”

Mr. Jin, who never brought women home for the night, had given a disheveled woman a ride. Even if the whole country hadn’t exploded, it had set off a bomb in their circle.

Naturally, everyone paid attention to the “lucky woman” Mr. Jin had taken home. And then, the investigation led to him.

When his phone was bombarded with calls, Zhou Qi was completely baffled: Song Wan? Wasn’t she rejected by Mr. Jin? How had she ended up at his house? Was someone playing a prank on him? Was it April Fool’s Day?