Chapter 69: Once I’ve sent the people outside away, we’ll go downstairs and have some fun!

—“Ah!”
“You…” The naked woman turned around, saw her, and hastily crouched down, trying to cover herself while shrieking, “Who… who are you… how did you get up here?”
Song Mi didn’t even so much as lift her eyelids, looking down at the woman before her from above.
Wang Lisha was completely stunned.
Being thrown out of the room by the man had already been a shocking twist—how could another woman suddenly appear out of thin air?
This entire floor of the hotel had only two rooms, even the elevators were separate; privacy was top-notch. How had this woman gotten up here?
But Wang Lisha was nothing if not thick-skinned. Though she wore nothing, the other party was also a woman. Besides, with her figure—renowned among her circle of friends—she had nothing to be ashamed of, no matter how exposed she was.
So, all of a sudden, she stood up from the floor. “What are you staring at? Haven’t you seen this before?”
Shooting the newcomer a fierce glare, Wang Lisha nonchalantly raised her hand and knocked on the door. “Lawyer Wen… open up, let me in!”
“Lawyer Wen… hurry, open…”
Eyes narrowing, Song Mi’s gaze turned cold and menacing as she stepped forward. “Who are you calling?”
“Who I call is none of your business!” The words had barely left her lips before Wang Lisha shivered involuntarily—the murderous aura radiating from this woman was overwhelming.
Especially the way she was being stared at—it felt like knives slicing into her skin, painful and sharp.
“I… I’m calling my man…”
The next moment, Song Mi took a sudden step forward, seizing the woman by the throat. “Speak!”
“Who sent you?”
“What’s your objective?”
Song Mi’s grip was merciless. The woman struggled, clawing and pushing frantically, desperate to break free. “…Ugh… Let go… let…”
“If you don’t talk now, believe me—I’ll snap your neck!” Song Mi’s eyes were filled with murderous intent, her icy expression leaving no doubt that she would carry out her threat in the next instant.
“I… I’ll talk, just…” Instinctive fear for her life made Wang Lisha immediately beg for mercy. “Someone… paid me…”
“…wanted me to drug Lawyer Wen, and then sleep with him…”
Song Mi did not fully release her. Detecting the flicker in the other woman’s eyes, she tightened her grip. “Be clear!”
“Ugh… I’ll say it, I’ll say…” Wang Lisha’s face was turning blue; this woman was terrifying, her strength inhuman—she could hear her own neck creaking. “…After I slept with him… I’d call the police and accuse him of rape!”
In that instant, Song Mi’s eyes became a swirling storm, as if sand and gravel were flying in a whirlwind—crashing down upon the naked woman before her.
In a swift, seamless move, she yanked the woman and slammed her hard against the wall. “Who paid you, how much, and what else do you know? You’d better go to the police station yourself and come clean!”
Without warning, she let go and stepped back to call Ye Zhao. “Come up—1688. There’s a naked woman outside the door.”
“…Cough, cough, cough…” Wang Lisha, dazed with pain, slid to the floor, doubled over, coughing uncontrollably, her face a ghastly mix of purple and blue. “…Cough, cough—cough…”
Song Mi didn’t spare her a glance. She walked to the door, pressed the bell, and knocked. “Wen Yanli, it’s me, Song Mi!”
As she rapped on the door, she also called his phone.
…
Inside, the room was empty—Wen Yanli had already plunged into the pool outside.
His body felt as if it were coming apart at the seams—utterly out of his control.
At times like this, reason was fragile, easily shattered. Every second, he felt as though his blood vessels might burst.
The only thing he could do was swim, back and forth, again and again, trying to burn off the raging energy inside him.
He hadn’t hesitated at all when he threw that woman out.
Other women—he would never touch them.
Mi’er’s injuries hadn’t yet healed. Even now, in this state, he would not let such thoughts cross his mind.
So he could only rely on himself, grit his teeth, and endure.
…
Outside, Ye Zhao was banging on the door, but with no luck.
Song Mi shot a cold glance at the woman curled up on the floor. “You booked this room—call the front desk now and have them send another key card up!”
“It wasn’t me…” Wang Lisha told the truth—the room really hadn’t been booked by her.
“I’ll go!” With that, Ye Zhao strode off.
“Behave yourself—don’t try any tricks!” Ye Zhao barked a warning over his shoulder as he left.
Song Mi realized her own anxiety had made her careless—she should have had Ye Zhao bring someone from the front desk up to open the door from the start.
Her greatest worry now was that Wen Yanli would hurt himself.
Fortunately, Ye Zhao soon returned with a staff member in uniform—who looked visibly nervous. “Wh-what happened?”
Song Mi’s gaze was as sharp as an ice blade. “Open the door immediately!”
“But… this… the room is booked… we need to verify your identity…”
“You can verify with your manager and the police later!” Song Mi pointed at the woman huddled in the corner, draped in Ye Zhao’s jacket. “This woman has already confessed—she was paid to drug and assault my boyfriend, and he threw her out of the room!”
“If you delay any longer, I have every reason to suspect your hotel is colluding with these criminals!” She offered no chance for explanation, turning to Ye Zhao. “Call the police!”
“Wait, wait—I’ll open it, I’ll open it now!” The staff member rushed forward and unlocked the door.
Before entering, Song Mi nodded at Ye Zhao.
Once the door closed behind her, Song Mi headed straight for the bathroom—no sign of him. “Wen Yanli!”
“Wen Yanli!”
Moments later, she heard a noise outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Sure enough, when she stepped out, she saw the man submerged in the swimming pool. For a moment, she finally let out half a breath of relief.
The most important thing now was to help him.
This room was clearly unsafe. Without hesitation, she phoned Assistant Lin, telling him to book another room on a different floor immediately and have the manager deliver the key to the door.
Most crucially, she pressed for absolute privacy.
When she hung up, Wen Yanli still hadn’t noticed her.
…
Song Mi took a deep breath and walked toward the pool, calling out, “Wen Yanli!”
At the sound of her voice, Wen Yanli thought, in his feverish haze, that he was hallucinating.
How could Song Mi be here?
Impossible.
—“Wen Yanli, it’s me, Song Mi!”
Her voice rang out again, hooking his soul, dragging him to the surface. He looked toward the sound—and there she was.
She stood by the pool edge: a black trench coat open over a white shirt, black pencil trousers, long slender legs, a flash of pale skin above her ankles.
His face was wet, droplets clinging to his lashes. He shook his head, but her face remained in view—so white, so beautiful.
Instinctively, he swallowed, his Adam’s apple moving visibly with each ragged breath.
Song Mi immediately noticed the bloodshot veins in his eyes, and the unnatural flush of his face.
She saw his desperate need.
Right now, he was dangerous—undeniably so.
Song Mi didn’t resist, but not yet.
As he drew closer, she subconsciously retreated, trying to soothe him. “Hold on a bit longer, we can’t stay in this room—just wait!”
“It won’t be long.”
Just then, her phone rang—it was Assistant Lin. “Chairman, the room is ready—1536, the manager is already…”
With a splash, Wen Yanli hauled himself out of the pool.
Song Mi quickly stepped back, then again. “Alright, I’m coming right now!”
“Yanli, we’ve been set up! We can’t stay in this room!” She shook her head firmly, physically dodging his approach.
“I’ve booked another room, it’s downstairs. Be good, just hold on a bit longer!” Song Mi gestured. “Let’s go now!”
Wen Yanli saw her evasion, heard her words, but he simply couldn’t restrain himself. At this moment, he was less man than wild beast—mind on the brink, driven by the last shred of reason, he finally turned and ran inside.
He was profoundly grateful now that he’d only taken two sips of that coffee.
At the same time, Song Mi strode forward and unlocked the door.
Almost as soon as the lock turned, a uniformed officer shoved the door open and barged in. “Police! Show your ID!”
Before he finished, another officer followed, with what looked like the hotel manager behind, still protesting, “…Someone must have made a false report; our hotel would never…”
Song Mi’s expression was grim. “Then am I not within my rights to ask you to show your badges first?”
“Stay where you are!” When she saw another officer heading deeper inside, Song Mi’s usual commanding presence came to the fore. “Are you intending to search my room without cause?”
“On what grounds?”
The two officers were both veterans—busting in on scenes like this was old hat for them, but they’d never seen a woman like her before.
She was impeccably dressed, and her beauty was ethereal.
But then, anyone staying at a high-end hotel like this would be attractive. Still, even her nerve was exceptional—caught in the act, yet still speaking imperiously.
They exchanged a quick glance, then produced their badges in turn. One of them pointed to some clothing near her feet. “These clothes on the floor—are they yours?”
“We received a reliable tip-off, suspecting you and a man of illegal activities in this room. Please cooperate and come with us to the station to give your statement—you may receive leniency.”
“Da Liu, go inside and get…”
“Illegal activities?” Song Mi let out a cold, heavy laugh. “You mean, I’m soliciting?”
“Why don’t you search my name online first and see who I am?” She shot them a frosty glare. “I am the chairwoman of Sihai Group—do I need to engage in such transactions?”
—“Wait, you…”
The man in the hotel uniform recognized her. “Miss Song!”
“You’re Miss Song Mi—Song Mi! Officers, there’s been a mistake. I know Miss Song—she’s the chairwoman of Sihai Group; she’s been in the news many times!”
“If you don’t believe me, let me show you!”
While the two officers exchanged embarrassed looks, Song Mi called Ye Zhao. “What’s happening on your end?”
By the time she hung up, one officer’s phone also rang.
Minutes later, the two officers left, sheepish and disgraced.
Before leaving, one awkwardly asked if the victim needed help.
Song Mi’s face was still icy as she glanced at the floor. “Then please, take the suspect’s clothes with you.”
…
A few minutes later, the door to room 1536 was locked from within and the “Do Not Disturb” light was on.
Wen Yanli pulled Song Mi into his arms almost desperately.
His kisses fell on her like a wild, torrential storm.
The temperature in the room soared.
One was tireless, the other willing to give her all.
Of course, Song Mi’s back hurt—but she could bear it.
For more than half a month now, the two had slept side by side without incident every night. Truthfully, she had longed for this.
He, on the other hand, had been calm and restrained, so ascetic that she began to doubt herself.
Even when she’d tried to make a move, he would resolutely extinguish the spark. “Be good, Mi’er, don’t make trouble.”
This man always managed to surprise her.
On the surface, he seemed so cold and unapproachable, his words as sharp as knives, capable of wounding with a glance.
Yet when it came to caring for her, he was endlessly tender, making her want to lose herself forever.
But in the end, she was not his destined one.
Earlier, when she heard Qiao Yudong mention that Rong Xinan was his first love, she’d felt a pang of jealousy.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gone to the law firm to look for him.
—But what would she have said?
She hadn’t figured it out on the way.
Yet, if she hadn’t impulsively gone to see him, if she hadn’t been nearby when she received that message, she would never have made it to the hotel in time.
If she hadn’t, what would have happened to him?
She hadn’t really considered whether he’d find another woman to resolve his predicament—she was only afraid he’d hurt himself, or become ill from holding it in.
But if he had sought out another woman, would she have minded?
Probably, yes.
Otherwise, why would she care about the lingering scent of Rong Xinan’s perfume on him?
She herself had never had a first love, so she didn’t quite understand the feeling, but men, she supposed, often carried such attachments.
Back then, how far had he gone with Rong Xinan?
The tenderness and care he now lavished upon her—surely formed after more than one experience with women like Rong Xinan, forged through time and growth.
From that perspective, perhaps she ought to be grateful to them.
These stray thoughts filled Song Mi’s mind only after he had finally quieted.
She was exhausted, her back aching, unable to sleep. So she let these random notions flit through her head, anything to distract herself from the pain.
Outside, night had fallen.
The room was dark.
Soon, the man’s voice sounded in her ear, low and hoarse, unbearably seductive. “Mi’er, does it hurt?”
“I’m sorry.”
He lifted his head to kiss her at the corner of her mouth.
After a while, Song Mi replied softly, “It hurts.”
She felt his chest shift, and soon he switched on the bedside lamp. “Let me see.”
She was too weak to move, letting him carefully reposition her on the bed.
She lay facedown, and soon a warm kiss landed on her back.
Behind her, Wen Yanli looked at the fresh pink scab and felt a sharp pain in his eyes.
It must hurt terribly.
It had taken half a month just for this wound to start healing. At night, even if she turned over, he would wake in alarm.
Yet today he had put her through so much.
It was his fault.
She shouldn’t have come.
She should never have indulged him.
He stared at the newly scabbed wound on her back, noting the unusual bluish tint beneath her skin—there were other marks, too.
Too many.
Blame him.
Quickly, unable to bear it, he hurried to his feet. “Mi’er, I’ll run a hot bath for you.”
He went into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and then paused in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. Without warning, he slammed his fist into the glass.
The mirror shattered instantly.
Blood streamed down his hand.
Song Mi heard the commotion from inside, but she couldn’t get up—her limbs refused to obey, her back was numb with pain.
And yet she still worried for him.
She didn’t know how much time passed before he finally came to carry her.
“Mi’er.”
When Song Mi opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was his hand. “What happened?”