After a Contractual Romance with the Scumbag Movie Queen - Chapter 62

“Dare you, sis?”

The words carried a mix of temptation and provocation.

Qi Puzhi had asked Zhang Hua for the video precisely to empower herself. Refusing now would betray her original intent.

Though inwardly uncertain, she mustered a dazzlingly flirtatious smile and replied with bold bravado:

“I’m afraid you’re the one who might chicken out.”

Jiang Tian didn’t miss how the woman’s ears were growing increasingly flushed.

Her brow lifted slightly, feigning ignorance.

Obediently, she responded, “I’ll gladly keep you company.”

With swift fingers, Jiang Tian forwarded the video to her own WeChat, then coaxed the woman in her arms, “Sis, go lock the door, will you?”

Meanwhile, she contemplated casting the video onto the office’s large screen.

Realizing her intention, Qi Puzhi paused mid-step.

Her lips twitched slightly as she asked casually, “Do we really need to project it?”

Jiang Tian blinked innocently. “Of course. How else will we follow along?”

The phone screen was too small change positions, and you’d lose sight of it.

“…” Qi Puzhi stared at the 98-inch ultra-HD screen she had deliberately chosen, now debating whether to lock the door or simply bolt while she had the chance.

Lingering at the doorway, she watched as Jiang Tian successfully cast the video, pausing it on the red-lettered warning screen.

The oversized “WARNING” seared into Qi Puzhi’s vision.

Her hand on the doorknob instinctively pressed down, then pressed further.

Just as she was about to pull it open

“Sis, you wouldn’t back out now, would you?”

The clear, gentle voice made Qi Puzhi’s guilty lashes flutter, her hand freezing mid-motion.

Jiang Tian was adjusting the volume and brightness with her back turned, not even glancing over, yet she seemed to see right through her.

Then came a soft “click” the sound of the door locking echoed starkly in the silent office.

Jiang Tian struggled to suppress the smile tugging at her lips.

Turning around, she saw Teacher Qi’s ethereally beautiful face as composed as ever, radiating such effortless poise that one might think she’d never hesitated by the door at all.

In truth, Teacher Qi believed fleeing at the last moment was beneath her. So she decided to gamble, betting that the video was indeed as subtly elegant as promised.

But the moment it began playing.

Teacher Qi resolved to quit gambling for good.

The video mirrored their current setting: a spacious, bright office with floor-to-ceiling windows, even the desk positioned at the same angle.

A woman sat atop the desk.

From the outset, she took the initiative.

Pressing flushed lips to the other’s.

Within seconds, a helpless blush spread from Qi Puzhi’s cheeks down her neck, vanishing beneath her collar.

Regret flooded her, she should have run when she had the chance.

But now she was trapped in Jiang Tian’s embrace.

The younger woman’s eyes shimmered like clear lake water, gazing up at her.

That innocent, guileless look sent shivers down Qi Puzhi’s spine.

Because she knew exactly what Jiang Tian was waiting for.

“Sis, in the video. she did it herself.”

Jiang Tian’s dimples deepened disarmingly as she murmured, “I’ll leave it to you.”

To be fair, the video was indeed beautifully shot every frame tender, every movement between the two leads delicate and intimate.

The problem?

Nearly every scene featured the bottom offering herself willingly.

Whereas between Qi Puzhi and Jiang Tian, Jiang Tian had always taken the lead.

For Qi Puzhi, this was undoubtedly a massive and daunting challenge.

Unable to come up with a solution in the moment, she found herself stuck between a rock and a hard place. In the end, she simply lowered her head and pressed close to Jiang Tian’s ear, her soft lips brushing lightly as she whispered, “Do it for me, please.”

Her voice was deliberately seductive and ambiguous, laced with a hint of pitiable allure.

Unfortunately, Jiang Tian remained unmoved. Instead, she tilted her head and punished Qi Puzhi with a light nip on her lips, speaking the cruelest words in the most affectionate tone:

“Sister, you have to follow the rules of the game.”

Later, Qi Puzhi couldn’t quite remember how, as if under a spell, she had surrendered herself inch by inch under Jiang Tian’s coaxing guidance, bathed in the bright sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There was no cover of night, no blankets to hide beneath.

Only something so primal, yet increasingly vivid.

Everything was laid bare in the daylight, crystal clear in the eyes of a lover.

(All explicit content has been thoroughly removed, leaving no trace. Please, dear moderators, spare me.)

Along with all the obscure joy.

Resonating with the heartbeat and the depths of love.

Until it all dissolved into the mist of a thin sheen of sweat.

Later, the video was paused, but no one cared anymore.

Qi Puzhi looked out through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Ever since she had cleared her name and exposed the malicious slander she had endured over the years, her fans had been the ones who hurt the most for her.

Lately, they had been organizing frequent gatherings outside Puxing Entertainment, showing their support for Qi Puzhi.

They didn’t block the way or chant slogans, they simply set up food trucks and quietly handed out Qi Puzhi’s merchandise to passersby.

Qi Puzhi would go out to meet them, chat with them, and order food for them.

She hadn’t expected them to arrive so early today, gazing upward.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were one-way glass from the outside, they appeared pitch black, but she could see everything clearly from within.

Though the twenty-second floor was too high up, Qi Puzhi could still make out their upward glances.

But at that moment, Jiang Tian was embracing her from behind, showering her with boundless fervor.

Qi Puzhi’s fingers, braced against the window, clenched involuntarily.

As she looked down at her fans, her heartbeat wild and her breathing increasingly ragged, she instinctively wanted to call for a stop.

Sensing the change in Qi Puzhi, Jiang Tian lifted her head from her shoulder and followed her gaze to the scene below.

Perhaps the psychological stimulation was too intense, Qi Puzhi cried pitifully, taking a long time to recover.

Jiang Tian held her close, whispering soothing words for a while.

Her eyes dark, she gently kissed the tears at the corners of the woman’s eyes. “Don’t think about them now, okay? Just think about me.”

Qi Puzhi’s arms were looped around her neck, her expression slightly dazed.

Hearing this, worried that Jiang Tian might misunderstand and feel hurt, she hastily explained, her voice still trembling with sobs:

“I wasn’t thinking about them.”

It was just that in moments like these, she was far more fragile and sensitive than usual, unable to handle even the slightest psychological provocation.

“I know.”

Jiang Tian took in the sight of the woman, her eyes rimmed red, glistening tears trembling on her lashes, gasping for breath yet rushing to explain out of concern for her feelings.

A sigh escaped her throat as she kissed her again, wishing she could cherish her every single second.

In the brief lull before Qi Puzhi fully recovered, Jiang Tian continued kissing her and asked, “Sister, where’s the agreement?”

It took Qi Puzhi a few seconds to process the question before she managed to answer between breaths, “The third drawer.”

Jiang Tian retrieved it and handed it to her.

Qi Puzhi took it in confusion, lightly pinching the edge of the white paper.

Jiang Tian asked, “I’ve forgotten a bit. Could you help me recall the terms of the agreement, sister?”

“…”

She must have lost her mind in the depths of passion, because through the hazy mist in her eyes, she actually struggled to read the words of that love contract, line by line,

“First, no initiating closeness.”

Jiang Tian reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace, pressing so close there was no space left between them.

“Second, no initiating intimacy.”

Tender kisses trailed from her cheeks down to her lips, alternating between light and heavy, making Qi Puzhi’s recitation of the next few words falter and break.

“Third. no crossing boundaries.”

What boundaries? They had already crossed them again and again.

The agreement was violated, word by word, clause by clause,

Until, in the chaos, it was lost to who knows where, buried beneath the dust.