At this very moment, beneath the glittering surface of bustling City H, a storm was brewing—one that sent shockwaves through the underworld. Because Jin Xiche had been kidnapped!
Who was Jin Xiche? The director of Gold Coin Securities, a man rumored to be worth billions, devastatingly handsome, and impossibly wealthy. A true gentleman, generous with women, and no stranger to tabloid scandals involving starlets. The media couldn’t get enough of him.
And now he’d been taken. This was no joke. If the press got wind of it and splashed the news everywhere, Gold Coin’s stocks would plummet overnight—dragging down City H’s entire economy in the process.
They had to find Jin Xiche before the media caught on. Every cop in the city was mobilized, all leave canceled. No one was clocking out until he was found. Even Black Wolf, Jin Xiche’s right-hand man, had deployed every last member of the Forbidden Army to scour the city for the slightest clue.
The Forbidden Army’s headquarters in City H was nestled inside a towering skyscraper.
In the vast, opulent conference room, a striking blond man stormed in, his expression thunderous. "What the hell happened?! How could Big Brother get kidnapped?! Any ransom calls yet?" He’d only left City H a few days ago—how had things gone south so fast?
"Second-in-Command, we haven’t heard from the kidnappers yet. But this woman—she’s the one who took him. She set a trap early this morning at Jinghao Teahouse. It was premeditated." Black Wolf clicked through a slideshow. The boss often liked to drink tea alone at that teahouse. Today, as usual, he’d gone there—familiar territory, so security had been lax. And that’s how the kidnapper had slipped through.
The projector screen displayed a short-haired woman in a uniform, gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. She was looking down, holding a tray of pastries.
Ye Junyan narrowed his eyes at the image. "Do we know who she is?" How could a woman like this have snatched his brother?
Black Wolf lowered his head in shame. "Second-in-Command, apologies. She was in disguise. We don’t know her real face, and our database has no matches for anyone resembling her. She posed as the teahouse owner’s niece, but the owner swears he’s never seen her before. Her employee ID was fake too—we found the forged card in the woods." The photo itself had been pulled from the teahouse’s CCTV footage.
**SLAM!** Ye Junyan’s palm crashed onto the table, his gaze murderous. "Then start with that damn ID! Leave no stone unturned!" A woman, daring to challenge the Forbidden Army? She had a death wish.
"Understood!"
Meanwhile, in that locked room on the rooftop...
Time ticked by, and Jin Xiche only sank deeper into sleep.
Late into the night, as he lay unconscious, he didn’t see the she-wolf in the room eyeing him with hungry fascination.
Anyuan was completely drenched, her clothes clinging tightly to her body, accentuating her curvaceous figure. Trembling slightly, she took slow, deliberate steps toward the man lying unconscious on the bed.
Despite the heavy blush already on her cheeks, her face was now flushed an even deeper red, her gaze hazy and unfocused. Her body burned with an unbearable heat, as if a fire raged inside her, threatening to consume her entirely. She longed to grasp something—anything—cool to the touch.
Step by step, she approached Jin Xiche. His sleeping face was serene and strikingly handsome, though his brows were slightly furrowed, as if troubled by something in his dreams.
She sat down beside him, staring at his face in a daze. He was undeniably gorgeous—without exaggeration, the most handsome and commanding man she had ever seen, and she wasn’t one to obsess over looks.
Gazing at his flawless, almost ethereal features, she swallowed hard. Kissing him would probably feel refreshing, she thought—like ice cream.
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than she leaned in, pressing her lips to his.
Meanwhile, Jin Xiche was trapped in a nightmare. In his dream, a rabid dog chased him relentlessly. He ran with all his might, but suddenly, he tripped. The dog pounced, pinning him down with its paws before slobbering all over his face with its disgusting, drooling tongue.
The sheer revulsion of the dream jolted him awake. His eyes flew open, desperate to escape the nightmare.
Yet, even as he blinked up at the familiar, cracked ceiling of his room, the sensation of something touching his face lingered. This wasn’t a dream—it was real.
He turned his head to the left—and came face-to-face with a grotesquely magnified, hideous visage.
The woman had her hair tied into two ridiculous pigtails, a tacky, outdated style. Her face was caked in heavy makeup—thick rouge, smeared lipstick that made her lips look swollen, and worst of all, a large, hairy mole by the corner of her mouth.
This repulsive woman was kissing him.
"Get off!" he roared, wrenching his face away as he struggled violently. Disgust churned in his gut. How dare this wretched creature take advantage of him while he slept?
"D-don’t move," she murmured, her eyes glazed with unmistakable desire. For some reason, the sight of this "living ice cream" only made her crave him more.
"I said get off!" he snarled, his eyes blazing with fury, as if flames might erupt from them at any moment.
"Eat... finish your meal before you go." The woman's voice dripped with raw desire as she cupped the man's face, her crimson-painted lips crashing against his with possessive hunger.
"Ahhh!" A pained howl tore from the man's throat. He swore—never in his life had he felt such revulsion! A seasoned playboy accustomed to only the most exquisite lovers, he was like a gourmet who'd dined exclusively on abalone and bird's nests. And now? Being forced to chew on weeds? Defiled by this... this monstrosity? He wasn't some breeding stud to get aroused by just anything!
As her sloppy kisses continued, the woman frantically stripped off her clothes, practically dragging him onto the bed in her frenzy.
"You shameless whore!" The man spat through gritted teeth, humiliation burning his cheeks.
She clung to Jin Xiche like a limpet, her scorching body writhing against him for relief from some inner fire.
Biology proved merciless. Despite his disgust, the primal heat of her grinding form began awakening treacherous responses in Jin Xiche's traitorous flesh.
The woman treated him less like a person than a living prop—her movements selfish, instinctive, requiring no instruction. Nature took its inevitable course as their bodies locked in grotesque union. Against all odds... she'd done it. This desperate creature had conquered the underworld kingpin.
