After saying that, Wang Ruonan hung up the phone.
Song Xianchuan narrowed his eyes, his gaze deep and unreadable.
Just as Li Qiao returned home, her phone rang again.
She picked it up—it was an unfamiliar number.
Pressing answer, she spoke politely, “Hello?”
“Miss Li, is it? My name is Wang Ruonan. I’m calling you for one reason only.” Wang Ruonan let out a sinister chuckle. “A-Chuan will be with me soon. You must have already guessed what happened between us, right? Well, then you should also be able to guess whose child I’m carrying. So… A-Chuan can only be mine.”
Li Qiao was speechless.
This woman had somehow gotten her number and was now here to gloat—treating her like some kind of rival.
“Wang Ruonan, those who do evil will inevitably face retribution.”
“Miss Li, no need to get so worked up. I’m just letting you know I exist,” Wang Ruonan said with a laugh before adding, “I suggest you back off now to save yourself the humiliation.”
Then, she hung up.
Li Qiao stared at her phone screen, then sighed deeply after a quick calculation.
Suddenly, she felt like business was really booming lately.
…..
When Song Xianchuan arrived at his destination, his brows furrowed deeply.
Since when was there a hotel here?
It was remote, surrounded by woods, and eerily desolate. The hotel itself was ten stories tall.
Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself and entered the room Wang Ruonan had specified.
Dim, seductive lighting cast a glow over Wang Ruonan’s fair, delicate skin, making her appear even more alluring.
She wore a low-cut spaghetti-strap dress that revealed generous amounts of bare skin.
The moment Song Xianchuan stepped inside, Wang Ruonan eagerly threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and cooing, “A-Chuan… I’ve missed you so much…”
Song Xianchuan shoved her away. “Enough, Wang Ruonan.”
His icy tone made her freeze. “A-Chuan…”
His gaze swept over her coldly before he turned and took a seat in a chair, crossing his long legs. His eyes were distant, unreadable.
“I’ve always seen you as nothing more than a student. You’re smart, Wang Ruonan. You should focus on your studies—not waste your energy on pointless emotions.”
It took her a few seconds to process his words. Then, tears welled up in her eyes as she put on a pitiful act.
“A-Chuan… I know you look down on me, but… I love you!”
Song Xianchuan scoffed, unmoved.
Clenching her teeth, Wang Ruonan wiped her tears and continued, “Don’t misunderstand. I didn’t ask you here with bad intentions.”
He raised a brow, waiting.
She took a deep breath. “I know you don’t like me. Fine. I won’t bother you anymore. Just… have one drink with me. After this, we go our separate ways. From now on, we’re nothing more than teacher and student.”
Song Xianchuan studied her for a long moment, as if weighing the truth of her words. Then, his lips curled into a mocking smile.
“You think I’d believe that? Wang Ruonan, I came here to give you one final warning.”
With that, he stood to leave.
Wang Ruonan’s grip on the wine glass tightened. Suddenly, she smashed it to the ground.
“A-Chuan, you’re not going anywhere.”
“What did you—”
His vision blurred. His head spun.
“You drugged me?”
“Hahaha… You forced me to do this! It’s all your fault!” Wang Ruonan stood, reaching out to caress his handsome face with a sickening obsession. “A-Chuan… Just one more night with you, and I’d die happy. After tonight, you’ll never be able to leave me. You’ll be addicted to me.”
Song Xianchuan slapped her hand away, his eyes blazing with fury. His fists clenched, veins bulging at his temples as he roared, “Wang Ruonan, have you lost your mind?!”
She smirked, grabbing a champagne bottle from the table and taking a swig—only to spill most of it down her dress in her nervousness.
Ignoring the mess, she seized his collar, batting her lashes seductively. “A-Chuan… You’re drunk. Let me help you.”
SLAP!
The sharp sound echoed as Wang Ruonan was sent stumbling back, barely catching herself.
Song Xianchuan trembled with rage, his voice a venomous growl. “Get. Away. From. Me.”
He tried to push past her, but the drug was too strong.
Wang Ruonan clutched her stinging cheek, a flash of malice in her eyes.
She lunged at him again, wrapping her arms around his waist and whining, “A-Chuan, don’t go… Stay with me. I feel so… unwell…”
“I said GET OFF!”
With a furious kick, he sent her crashing to the floor.
She gasped in pain but crawled back toward him, tears streaming. “A-Chuan, please… Don’t push me away…”
His vision was tinged with red now, his self-control slipping.
Wang Ruonan slowly lifted her head, her once-innocent eyes now bloodshot and wild. “Song Xianchuan… Tonight, you’re MINE.”
She yanked at his clothes, desperate to offer herself.
The scent in the room grew thicker, more intoxicating. Song Xianchuan’s resistance was crumbling.
Wang Ruonan was the epitome of a temptress—every glance, every movement oozed seduction.
Any other man would have succumbed by now.
But Song Xianchuan wasn’t just any man.
His heart was ice.
Even as his body betrayed him, he bit down hard on his tongue, the sharp pain bringing a fleeting moment of clarity.
Through gritted teeth, he snarled, “I’ll count to three. Let. Go.”
Leaning against the wall, he fought to suppress the fire raging inside him.
No!
He had to get out—now.
But before he could react, Wang Ruonan’s hands were on him again.
His last shred of rationality shattered.
His body gave out, collapsing to the floor.
Wang Ruonan, dressed in nothing but allure, slithered closer. “A-Chuan… See? In the end, you still fell into my hands. Tonight is our wedding night.”
Her red lips curved into a triumphant smile as she leaned in, eyes alight with madness.
A-Chuan… You belong to me.
BANG!
The door burst open.
Standing in the doorway was none other than—
Li Qiao.
Her eyes flickered at the scene before her.
“You actually found this place.” Wang Ruonan’s voice dripped with venom.
The scent in the room was overpowering—and familiar.
Li Qiao’s mind raced.
Corpse fragrance.
The same scent from the fishing spot where President Song and President Qin had been.
What was the connection between Wang Ruonan… and corpse fragrance?
