Chapter Twenty-Five: Bowing in Submission

The man frowned, and Du Zhiye immediately held her breath, her beautiful phoenix eyes fixed unblinkingly on him.

A few seconds later, his brow relaxed, and Du Zhiye let out a soft sigh of relief. Carefully, she lay down beside him and raised her phone, snapping a selfie of the two of them.

Looking at the photo on her phone, Du Zhiye’s lips curved in delight. This meant she had just earned herself another month of life.

She carefully saved the photo to her cloud drive, then closed her eyes and drifted into a peaceful sleep.

That night, she slept exceptionally well. When she opened her eyes again, it was already nine o’clock in the morning.

She stretched lazily, just in time to see Jiang Yingnan walking out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel around his waist.

The man had an impressive physique; at this moment, with nothing but the towel below his hips, it was hard not to feel her heartbeat quicken.

Du Zhiye glanced at his well-defined chest before quickly averting her eyes, feeling a little awkward. She swallowed involuntarily, her cheeks growing warm. “Why are you still here?”

Jiang Yingnan sneered lightly at her reaction. As he lowered his gaze to dry his hair, his voice carried a hint of mockery. “You didn’t seem embarrassed when you seduced me.”

Previously, Du Zhiye had seduced Jiang Yingnan only to extend her life by a month. Now that her goal was achieved, she saw no reason to indulge him further.

After a moment’s thought, she spoke directly, “Second Young Master, let’s not contact each other anymore.”

Jiang Yingnan paused in drying his hair, his dark eyes turning toward her, their depths unreadable.

His gaze was intimidating, but Du Zhiye had already died once; such a threat wasn’t enough to make her retreat.

Straightening her back, she met his eyes without fear. “What are you looking at me like that for?”

Her tone was defiant, and she even rolled her eyes. Thinking of how Jiang Yingnan had treated her these past few days, she felt a surge of petty vengeance. “We were only bed partners to begin with. After sleeping together twice, I realized it was nothing special…”

As she said this, her expression was tinged with disdain, and her eyes deliberately lingered on his legs for a moment.

The implication was clear—she was suggesting that Jiang Yingnan was lacking in that regard.

That she was thoroughly dissatisfied.

No man likes to be told by a woman that he isn’t up to par, whether or not he cares for her.

“Nothing special?” Jiang Yingnan echoed, tossing his towel aside. Then, under Du Zhiye’s astonished gaze, he proved her wrong again and again.

A man’s desire for vengeance far surpassed a woman’s.

Du Zhiye had only intended to provoke him with words, but Jiang Yingnan forced her to concede outright.

Again and again, he made her admit just how impressive he was, until she silently swore that, no matter what, she would never again allude to Jiang Yingnan’s inadequacy.

When it was finally over, Du Zhiye collapsed on the bed, utterly spent.

Jiang Yingnan showered once more, dressed, and was about to leave when Du Zhiye called out to him.

“Second Young Master, I meant what I said.” She looked at him seriously. “You and Du Xin are a couple. What we’re doing is wrong.”

She didn’t like Du Xin, but she still felt guilty for sleeping with her future husband.

At her words, Jiang Yingnan ran his tongue along his back teeth, took a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it, glancing at Du Zhiye as he did so.

“You didn’t think it was wrong when you seduced me?” he replied coolly, exhaling a ring of smoke.

Du Zhiye was momentarily speechless. She had known it was wrong back then, but, with her mission unfinished, she had pressed on regardless.

But now, things were different. She had completed Task 39 and had no interest in playing along with Jiang Yingnan any longer.

Of course, she couldn’t tell him any of this.

As Du Zhiye was searching for a way to respond, Jiang Yingnan spoke again. “Found a new target?”