Chapter Twelve: Half Concealed, Half Revealed

Du Zhiye recalled the scene of the car accident. She had witnessed Tao Ranming’s betrayal and, heartbroken, driven away from his apartment. When her car reached Yong’an Road, a truck suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Sensing the imminent danger, she slammed on the brakes and twisted the steering wheel with all her strength. She’d been so tense at that moment that she hadn’t noticed anything amiss, but now, thinking back, she realized the car hadn’t slowed down at all. In fact, the steering wheel seemed to have snapped back to its original position immediately after she turned it.

Someone had tampered with her car?

A shudder ran through Du Zhiye, her hand at her side clenching into a fist.

The words from Number 39—"The accident wasn’t an accident"—had successfully dispelled any thoughts of retreat from Du Zhiye’s mind. Now, it wasn’t just the temptation of living another month; she had to find out who wanted her dead.

Du Zhiye picked up her phone, emboldened by the alcohol, snapped a provocative photo, and sent it to Jiang Yingnan.

"Second Young Master, I miss you."

Jiang Yingnan was in the middle of a video conference when the photo arrived. He glanced at his phone, instinctively running his tongue over his teeth. Normally, he wouldn’t bother replying, but seeing Du Zhiye’s tantalizing photo, he felt a stir within him.

Jiang Yingnan always regarded women from a lofty height. Even now, though he genuinely wanted to sleep with Du Zhiye, pride forced a touch of arrogance into his reply. "Didn’t you say you went to the wrong place?"

Du Zhiye rolled her eyes. When men are petty, women have nothing on them.

Still, her role now was that of a devoted admirer, so she quickly adjusted her attitude. "I saw your girlfriend was there, Second Young Master. I didn’t want to cause you any trouble, so I made an excuse and left."

Then she sent another fawning message. "Which hotel do you like, Second Young Master? I’ll book one."

Jiang Yingnan frowned upon seeing the first message, but the second softened his expression, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Couples’ hotel. Send me the room number later."

A second later, he received an OK emoji from Du Zhiye.

His mood improved considerably, and the meeting progressed smoothly.

Du Zhiye selected a set of sexy lingerie and tossed it into her bag, then ordered a car through an app.

There was a couples’ hotel near her apartment, but knowing Jiang Yingnan’s unpredictable temperament, Du Zhiye opted for the one near the bar—the same hotel where she and Jiang Yingnan had spent their first night together.

After checking in at the front desk, she sent Jiang Yingnan a photo of the room card. "Room 1308, Second Young Master, I’ll be waiting for you!"

With the message sent, Du Zhiye headed to the bathroom.

Upon receiving her text, Jiang Yingnan arched his eyebrow slightly and ended the conference.

When Jiang Yingnan arrived at the hotel, the door to Du Zhiye’s room was not fully closed but ajar. Without hesitation, he pushed it open and walked in.

He was greeted by a scene of sultry allure.

How to describe it? Jiang Yingnan could only sigh—Du Zhiye truly was seductive to her very core.

Their intentions were clear; no need for pleasantries. They dove straight into the heart of the matter.

Afterwards, Jiang Yingnan tried to leave, but Du Zhiye clung to his arm.

She looked up at him, her voice soft and pleading. "Second Young Master, stay with me tonight, will you?"

Jiang Yingnan gazed at her for a long moment, then the left corner of his mouth lifted in a sly smile. "You want more?"

His features were sharp and cold, but now, with that crooked smile, he looked deliciously wicked.

As the saying goes, women love a bad man, and Du Zhiye had to admit, Jiang Yingnan at this moment was irresistibly alluring.

Her cheeks flushed, but she still looked up at him, meeting his gaze directly. "Second Young Master, won’t you stay?"