A Delicate Beauty Holding a Villain’s Script - Chapter 34

The tightly sealed room was dim, making it difficult to distinguish the time, though it was actually the afternoon of the second day. Yu An did not even have time to change into formal wear before hurrying to the Panhai New Area.

This area was sparsely populated with underdeveloped infrastructure, but the environmental pollution was nearly non-existent. The azure sea stretched to the horizon, rolling up white waves that lapped against golden sands, while lush coconut trees and scattered coastal buildings appeared well-arranged.

A few hundred meters from the coast sat a fishing village. The residential houses were small and dilapidated, but due to its location connecting in all directions, it had become the development center of the plan.

As one of the major investors, Yu An was merely there for an inspection, accompanied by several others. They were mostly middle-aged men with receding hairlines, dressed in suits and leather shoes, their portly figures making the young and handsome Yu An stand out exceptionally.

Upon seeing him, those men naturally resorted to sycophancy, showering Yu An with extravagant praise. Although the Yu family was not as dominant as in previous years, it remained a prestigious family in the capital; its decades of accumulated wealth were not to be underestimated, especially since Yu An was one of the most valued younger members of the clan.

With this status, even those who were habitually arrogant had to bow their heads, even if the man before them was twenty years their junior.

A black Cullinan was parked discreetly on the rugged roadside. Yin Xianzhi leaned against the car door with his back to the setting sun. His shadow stretched long, and the string of Buddhist beads in his hand gleamed.

His subordinates appeared silently behind him brawny, expressionless, and looking remarkably cold.

At this sight, the men who had been talking grandly fell silent instantly. Yu An stepped forward first to shake his hand, a slight curve on his lips: “Xianzhi.”

“Good afternoon, everyone.” The man withdrew his hand, his thin lips parting slightly. He looked up, his gaze sweeping over the crowd indifferently, exuding an aura of natural authority: “Regarding the subsequent work, I hope everyone cooperates. Shall we have a pleasant collaboration?”

“Haha, pleasant collaboration indeed…” Everyone chimed in hurriedly, following closely behind the two, not daring to get too near and cause annoyance.

Usually, when others sought collaboration, they would act difficult and create obstacles. But now, fearing they might be targeted, they preferred to follow orders obediently; after all, the benefits they would receive upon completion would certainly be substantial.

After the inspection, a basic reception was essential, hosted by a wealthy businessman at a high-end restaurant in the city center.

The private booth offered extreme privacy. The businessman had informed the manager in advance to arrange entertainment. After three rounds of drinks, someone clapped their hands, and the doors immediately opened. Rows of young, beautiful men and women filed in—plump, slender, pure, or seductive.

“Hahahaha! President Yin, Young Master Yu, please, you go first!”

The businessman, having had a few drinks, was exceptionally excited. His face was oily, and his voice boomed: “You lot, why aren’t you going over to let the two honored guests have a look?”

The young men at the front had already harbored a secret longing for the two handsome men in the booth. Hearing the man speak, their eyes lit up, and they hurried forward.

One of the bolder ones, seeing Yin Xianzhi’s gentle and handsome appearance, felt his heart throb. Twisting his slender waist, he leaned in, his voice soft: “President Yin~”

His jade-like arms reached out to encircle the man’s neck, and he sat bonelessly upon the sturdy, warm thigh, his eyes casting seductive glances: “Let A-Nian serve you, shall I?”

Seeing that he didn’t refuse, the youth was secretly delighted, thinking he had succeeded. Laughing charmingly, he looked up to plant a kiss on the man’s face, only to be stopped by Yin Xianzhi’s upright finger pressed gently against his lips. The downward gaze was cold and heartless, though the tone sounded gentle: “Your name is A-Nian?”

“Yes, that’s what people call me. Does President Yin like it?” A-Nian’s face flushed red at the ambiguous gesture. Immersed in the man’s voice, he failed to notice the true intent in his eyes.

Just as he prepared to flirt further, Yin Xianzhi chuckled, pressing down on the youth’s restless hand, his eyes obscure: “Since you want to serve me well, then show me your sincerity.”

On the other side, Yu An frowned with a face full of impatience. He didn’t even deign to give them a single glance, waving his hand to signal them to withdraw.

The youths left his side submissively, but one remained stubborn. Unwilling to give up, he walked over, pinching a wine glass to feed him: “Young Master Yu…”

He deliberately lowered his waist, his shirt sliding off his shoulder to reveal smooth skin. His appearance was pure, his large eyes staring straight at the man. Just as the wine glass drew near, Yu An’s gaze turned sharp, and he raised a hand to block it: “Get lost!”

Smack!

Crash!

The wine glass fell to the ground, shattering into transparent fragments as the sparkling liquid slowly soaked the carpet. Simultaneously, the sound of a table being overturned rang out, followed by a series of wine bottles falling.

Expensive liquid flowed in streams amidst the debris; tables and chairs were flipped over, and the scene became momentarily chaotic.

A-Nian, who had been sitting in the man’s lap earlier, now lay on the floor. A wine bottle had shattered right in his mouth; fresh blood bubbled out from the bottle neck wedged in his oral cavity, forming a terrifying fountain.

The guests, hazy with alcohol, were instantly jolted awake by the massive commotion, their gazes filled with suspicion and fear. The businessman, forced to maintain a smile, carefully bypassed the mess, not daring to step too close: “This… President Yin, are you dissatisfied, or…?”

“Not at all. Please don’t misunderstand, President Wang.” The impeccably dressed man smiled, standing up to lightly fold back a section of his sleeve, revealing sturdy and powerful forearms. Just looking at the smooth muscle lines, one could tell how explosive the body beneath the suit must be.

The curve of his thin lips softened his sickly aura, bringing an abnormal gentleness that looked like a demon in the eyes of the crowd: “I merely invited him to have a bottle of wine; I didn’t expect him to faint from a lack of tolerance. In the process, the bottle broke and the table was overturned.”

Everyone presents could see the youth hadn’t merely fainted from drinking, but not a single person dared to contradict him. They chimed in one after another: “Yes, yes, President Yin is right.”

“My apologies. I will compensate for all damages. Everyone, please enjoy yourselves.” Yin Xianzhi’s thin eyelids lowered, his dark eyes casually glancing at the youth lying on the ground, whose fate was unknown. The smile on his lips remained unchanged.

“Quick! Take him away! Look at this mess, Don’t let it ruin the guests’ mood!” The businessman was even more frustrated, calling the manager over to scold him mercilessly.

Soon, several bodyguards rushed in to drag the person away. The waiters diligently cleaned the floor and bowed as they withdrew.

The youths remaining in the booth had pale faces and cold limbs; they didn’t dare glance at the two men again. The youth pushed by Yu An hid in the distance like a frightened quail, not making a sound.

“…Xianzhi, you were impulsive.” With others no longer bothering them, Yu An sat closer, his voice slightly louder. He knew his friend loathed being touched, but he didn’t expect it to be this severe. Others might not have seen it, but sitting opposite him, Yu An saw clearly—Yin Xianzhi had pressed the youth’s head against the table and smashed it.

“Who allowed you to be called by that name? Hmm?” He had even been smiling while pressing him down, though the depths of his eyes were frozen with icy coldness, and veins bulged on the back of his hand—one could imagine how violent he was.

Having been called out, Yin Xianzhi didn’t explain. He smiled faintly: “My apologies. I was a bit impulsive; I’ve made a fool of myself in front of you.”

His large hand, however, gripped a section of his Buddhist beads. Hard knuckles collided with the cool beads as his fingertips counted through them one by one, letting them take on his body temperature it seemed only this could bring him peace.

Yin Xianzhi had been sickly as a child. His parents ignored him, focusing all their energy on grooming his younger brother. Only his grandmother doted on him, seeking a string of Buddhist beads from a temple and making him wear them every day to ward off evil.

Later, when his parents divorced, his mother didn’t even fight for his custody, wanting only his brother; thus, he was left in the Yin family. His father made things difficult for him at every turn, intending for the brother to inherit the family. By then, his grandmother had passed away from illness. The already grown Yin Xianzhi had no more reservations; he acted ruthlessly and without scruples. His brother was forced to flee overseas, and his uncle had to hide in a mental asylum to avoid his sharp edge.

His father was sidelined, and the Yin family became his sole domain; the vast family enterprise easily became his own.

Having gained immense power at such an early age and having experienced the world’s hardships, Yin Xianzhi’s youthful sharp edges had been smoothed by time, polishing him into a steady and restrained piece of jade. Only through his eyes could one glimpse the unextinguished desire and ambition it was already too intense, needing only a single spark to completely ignite the wilderness.

No one had taught him how to love. What he displayed was merely the etiquette masked by human civilization; his true soul was a beast roaring in his chest, destined to tear through the disguise one day.

Thus, he developed the habit of counting his beads; perhaps only through this action could he experience a shred of warmth.

“…Why are you apologizing to me?” Yu An shook his head, unwilling to say more. He took a glass of wine from the table and signaled with his eyes: “Care for a drink?”

“I would be delighted.” Yin Xianzhi looked at him and took the remaining glass. He raised his wrist, bringing it to his lips for a sip, and said with certainty: “You have something on your mind.”

“As expected, I can’t hide it from you.” After swallowing a mouthful, the specific cold astringency of the red wine spread down his throat, seemingly starting a fire everywhere it passed.

“I…” Yu An steadied himself, looking somewhat dejected. He opened and closed his mouth several times before finally squeezing out: “I think I’ve done something wrong.”

As he spoke, vivid images of the beauty appeared before his eyes like a movie—every frown, every smile, and every move pulled at his heartstrings.

It was at this moment that a pain he had deliberately ignored coiled around his entire heart like a maggot on a bone, giving him the agonizing sensation of drowning.

He shouldn’t have… he shouldn’t have done that. He shouldn’t have locked his lover up; he clearly knew the other was afraid of pain and darkness. And now, as the city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows began to glow, the other person was all alone in that bedroom, How sad and bored must he be?

No, he couldn’t think about it anymore. Yu An shook his head, a trace of sadness appearing in his eyes. He tilted his head and downed another glass of wine. Clearly, it was the lover who betrayed me first. You hate deception most, don’t you? Hasn’t your mother’s infidelity and the broken home it caused been enough for you?

“I locked him up. I… I also forced him.” Yu An seemed unaware that he was already drunk. His lips shimmered, and a flush rose on his neck. “I was too angry; in a moment of confusion, I…”

The cold and detached version of himself from his youth flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope, shifting into Li Rangnian’s face covered in tears.

Releasing his grip, the wine glass rolled in a circle on the floor with a soft sound.

Yin Xianzhi stopped his movements and put down his half-finished wine. He glanced at the man who had already passed out drunk beside him with an unreadable look, let out a low sneer: “Useless. The deed is done; what’s the point of regret?”

It would be better to continue keeping the person as a pet, taming them into an obedient state and tying them to one’s side for a lifetime.

The next moment, he stood up and announced to the crowd, “My apologies, everyone. Yu An has passed out from drinking. I will take him back first. Please take your time and enjoy yourselves.”

After only drinking for a short while, those people had already revealed their ugly sides, hugging and touching the youths in their arms, losing their reason to alcohol. Some couldn’t even help but start moving; sounds soon erupted from the corners.

“President Yin, Young Master Yu, please… take care!” The businessman was so drunk he slurred his words. He wanted to get up to see them off but lacked the strength, so he could only watch as Yin Xianzhi supported Yu An out.

All along the way, Yu An mumbled “Wifey” in the back seat. Yin Xianzhi couldn’t be bothered to listen, stuffing a handkerchief into his mouth, and the world grew quiet.

“Go to Xinxin Garden, the luxury district,” he instructed the driver in the front, raising the partition to block the view.

Now, the corners of his lips were turned up slightly, and a dense smile bubbled in his eyes he was full of anticipation: “We truly are friends; even our tastes are identical.”

He couldn’t wait to see the beauty in a locked-up state.

Arriving at Yu An’s house, Yin Xianzhi dismissed the driver and, supporting the unconscious man, used Yu An’s finger to unlock the door, entering grandly.

Having seen a light on in a certain room from downstairs, Yin Xianzhi knew the beauty must be there. He roughly tossed the man onto the sofa and turned to head upstairs.

A weak light peeked through the tight door crack. Yin Xianzhi approached step by step, his palm already gripping the doorknob. At this moment, it felt as if he were about to open Pandora’s box, and his heart rate accelerated involuntarily.

Pressing down his palm, the door hinge turned, and the door opened slowly. A room full of warm light hit his face, causing him to squint subconsciously.

In the next second, his gaze locked onto the bed.

Jet-black long hair was spread across the bed like seaweed. Pure white silk accentuated the beauty’s jade-like bones and snow-white skin. With crimson lips, white teeth, and features like a painting, he was flushed pink everywhere.

The blanket barely covered his chest, sliding to one side as he turned, revealing a glimpse of the “spring scenery” and the slightly swaying “strawberry tips.” A mermaid line (V-line) slid down toward his abdomen. His jade legs were long and fair, as supple as flower branches in spring.

The two waist dimples were incredibly sexy, hollowing out with every move, their surface stained with a bit of fragrant sweat. The cream-like skin glowed softly under the light, softening his slightly sharp edges and making him look exceptionally alluring.

He looked very inviting, like a “little cake,” lying on the bed unconsciously while allowing the man’s burning gaze to scan his entire body.

Having been stared at for long, the lightly sleeping beauty seemed to sense something. His eyelashes trembled for a moment and soon opened, revealing a pair of eyes that seemed to contain ten thousand stars.

“Hmm…?”

He let out a questioning sound, raised his well-proportioned arms to rub his eyes, and then gave a small yawn. His movements were leisurely and seductive like a cat, yet lacking in alertness; he didn’t even notice someone at the door and was ready to go back to sleep.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, his arm was grabbed. Then, with a forceful pull, his upper body was forced up, crashing into the man’s firm chest.

His long hair swayed in the air, the ends tickling his back it was very itchy. Li Rangnian couldn’t help but shiver. With that soft sound, the man’s gaze turned dark instantly, and his large palm pinned the beauty’s fragrant, soft hand.

“…!” The temperature of the other person’s palm was too high, scalding Li Rangnian until his eyes widened. His muddled brain snapped awake. He looked up, crashing straight into the man’s deep, dark eyes, and was immediately shocked by the surging desire within those eyes.

His pinned hand was forced to face the other. The man’s behavior was reckless; his nostrils flared slightly, and his eyes were full of lust, The very image of a wild beast out of its cage. The beauty’s delicate palm turned red instantly, with threads of pain.

Li Rangnian finally reacted, shouting a question: “Who are you?! How did you get in… Mmph!”

Before he could struggle, his mouth was blocked by lips and tongue. The assault was fierce, a mingling of fluids that left his oral cavity numb from the suction.

The beauty was dazed as soon as he was kissed; his head felt dizzy, and his limbs went soft immediately. He was kissed so urgently he couldn’t breathe. Small droplets of water appeared in his eyes, and the skin there was soon dampened by tears, a flush appearing at the corners.

From a distance, it looked as if he had drawn upturned eyeliner, making him look exceptionally enchanting.

His hand was still pinned, and the back of his head was held down. The other person relentlessly pursued his little tongue; he couldn’t even make a sound. The distance between them was too close; air molecules seemed to be stuck together. The temperature was ignited by the overly ambiguous behavior, rising rapidly.

After dozens of minutes, rain suddenly began to fall. The beauty’s palm was wet with water marks, and tears fell with a splat.

The man’s large palm roamed freely over the snowy skin, sliding down the curve of the leg, and as expected, he felt a touch of coldness.

He curled his lips in the shadows, grabbing a section of the chain. With a light tug of his hand—”Ah!”—the beauty, who was forcibly pulled over, let out a cry, his red lips parting to reveal the flash of his crimson tongue.

The beauty was forced to bury his face into the man’s hard, warm chest muscles. His calves were like flower branches, their lines beautiful.

The greedy beast lowered its head to sniff the flower-like beauty, seemingly searching for a weakness, wanting to bite down from the most vulnerable spot.

…Time passed minute by minute. Soon, the room was filled with fragrance, and the beauty’s unique body scent gradually filled the space.

The man controlled the entire situation leisurely, with a sense of satisfaction, admiring the other’s expression. He watched the beauty furrow his willow-leaf brows, watched the corners of his eyes turn red, and watched the hot tears fall like stars onto the back of his hand yet he did not let go, showing no mercy.

It was truly a bit much.

Li Rangnian was clearly unwilling, struggling to escape the restricted range of movement. Just as he was about to break free from the palm, he was easily grabbed by the arm and pulled back the next second.

The bedroom door was still open. The chain, perhaps affected by the cold breeze blowing in, shivered and made a crisp sound.

The beauty, who had been forced to “eat oranges,” cried like a pear blossom in the rain. Crystal tears slid from his snow-white cheeks, gathering at his pointed chin, on the verge of falling.

“Are you made of water? Why do you love to cry so much?” The man, his voice full of satiation, narrowed his eyes. His body rose and fell like a mountain range. He lowered his head and with a flick of his tongue, licked away that tear, then smiled: “It’s sweet.”

Li Rangnian glared at him, but unfortunately, with tears in his eyes and the air of spring lingering on his brows, he lacked any deterrent power. Instead, it incited the other’s interest.

“Get… get away…!” His chest rose and fell sharply; he could barely catch his breath. He raised his hands to push the man desperately, attempting to escape from beneath him. Instead, his hands were pinned to the pillow. The man’s thin lips then fell onto his wrist, sharp teeth scraping, leaving a string of bite marks on the inner skin.

The “little cake” was sweet and delicious, decorated with the “strawberry tips” that shimmered with crystal moisture looking exceptionally delicious. The beauty was like a canvas, soon turning into a colorful oil painting under the man’s strokes.

Li Rangnian’s tears had run dry, his throat was parched, and his voice was hoarse. As the scene drew to a close, he tensed his back, his body shivering slightly, his forehead covered in sweat. His calves kicked weakly several times his head tilted back like a dying swan.

The chain at his ankle tensed up, shivering slightly, as if it were about to break.

“Huff, huff…” His limbs lost their strength and suddenly fell onto the bed surface. Sweat gradually dampened the blanket, and his wet long hair clung tightly to his back. The “little beauty” had soulless eyes with dilated pupils. He breathed through his open mouth, revealing a bit of his tongue, like a dazed cat limp and unable to flail anymore.

Yin Xianzhi frowned, let out a muffled groan, and covered his abdomen with a less-than-pleasant expression. However, when his gaze fell on the beauty’s lost face, that bit of discomfort vanished, turning into a sweetness accumulated in his heart.

He raised his hand, hooking a strand of hair stuck to the beauty’s cheek with his finger, straightening it bit by bit, and laughed softly: “Can’t handle even this? Didn’t you say you wanted to compensate me? Is this enough?”

“…” Li Rangnian’s brain was blank. His pupils shrank, and his gaze drifted from emptiness to the man’s face. A flash of resentment passed through his eyes: “Bastard… are you compensating me or am I compensating you…?”

His voice lacked strength; it seemed he had indeed been tormented severely.

Yin Xianzhi feigned deep thought. “Hmm… then I’ll compensate you next time? But I still have to thank you, baby. I really like this gift.”

“…Psychopath…” Li Rangnian was too lazy to curse. He closed his eyes to steady his breathing. The other’s hand rested on his back, patting it lightly from time to time with a slow rhythm. His recently tensed mood soon relaxed, and he was almost asleep.

The burning temperature from his lower back startled the beauty awake. He looked up with a muddled gaze, meeting the man’s obscure eyes, feeling uneasy: “You… what do you want to do now?”

“Good baby, you’ve been resolved, but what about me?” Yin Xianzhi was ill-intentioned, his large palm lightly patting the two “snow peaks.”

This gesture made the beauty’s body stiffen instantly. He said stutteringly: “Then… then what else do you want? I’m telling you, don’t dream of touching me, or I will definitely kill you!”

The man let out a feigned sigh of sadness. “Ah, baby, how can you think of me like that? I merely want to borrow your… legs, that’s all.”

Hearing the answer, the beauty subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. He pursed his lips and nodded lightly. “Fine, that’s okay.”

“Then I’ll thank you in advance, baby.” The “stupid beauty” had no idea what terrifying consequences his agreement would bring. Hearing this, the beast in Yin Xianzhi’s heart instantly broke through its shackles. He let out a heavy breath of turbid air and yanked the blanket away.

The blanket beneath him was suddenly gone. Li Rangnian was turned over by the force, leaving him dizzy. Before he could get angry, he was pinned down by the man’s large hand, the temperature of the palm scalding.

The man’s hoarse voice rang in his ear, “Thanks for the treat. I’m digging in.”