Before Qin Guan could reject her, Qi Min pressed her body against his.
Her arms coiled around his neck, her frame entwined with his broad chest. Tears glistened in her eyes—yearning, affection, resentment. A woman's deadliest weapon.
"I've never loved anyone like this," she murmured, hands roaming his chest, lips seeking his jaw and neck. "Why did you meet her first? Why did fate punish me? I want to forget you…"
The posture of a lovesick lover. The scent of a familiar mistress.
Qin Guan felt fire ignite where her palms touched. He gripped her waist—slimmer now, soft yet resilient.
Qi Min kissed him desperately.
"I love you… Forgive my recklessness… I hated you, you know?" Her face flushed as desire flickered in his eyes. She clung tighter.
To men, "hate" enticed more than "love."
"I hate you… I hate you but can't leave you…" She sobbed.
"Stay with me. Let's start over." Her fingers teased his belt. "Haven't you missed… my body?"
Victory seemed imminent—if Qin Guan bit the bait, Qi Min could reclaim everything.
But instead of reciprocating, Qin Guan twisted her arm viciously.
"Playing games now? Useless. We have unfinished business."
His feigned desire vanished, replaced by fury.
"This was between us. Resent me for not marrying you? Fine. Come to me. I'd have given you three million if you'd asked!"
His counterfeit generosity surfaced now that the truth was out.
"But you crossed my line!" he roared.
"Sending that suitcase to my home! Smashing windows! Harassing my wife—this isn't just our problem anymore!"
Qi Min stared blankly. "Your wife? Ruyi? When did I harass her?" She winced in pain. "I didn't! What suitcase? I don't understand!"
"Bullshit!" Qin Guan shoved her away. She stumbled.
"Who else would do this? I warned you—touch my wife, and we're done!"
"I didn't!" Qi Min panicked. She knew his wife was untouchable. "What suitcase? Sent to whom? Ruyi?"
"Enough!" Qin Guan swatted her words aside. "You crossed the line. We're finished. Just wait!"
He turned to leave.
Qi Min paled. "Wait for what?" Police? Blackmail charges? She had no proof the 300,000 yuan was hers—no receipts, no contracts. Qin Guan had planned this from the start.
"Qin Guan!" She lunged, clinging to his back. "Don't leave! I was wrong! Punish me, but don't abandon me…"
She played her final card—pitiful sobs:
"My mother only sees me as a cash cow. No father. Li Yang's a parasitic idiot. You're all I have…"
Too desperate. Too rushed. Qin Guan peeled her fingers off, disgusted—yet his grip softened. He relished her submission.
"Let go!" His phone rang. Qi Min released him instantly.
As he strode away, she slipped a business card into his pocket: "I'm staying here—Room 201. I'll wait for you."