Trapped in a Tempting Love - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Meeting Again

The sunlight filtered through the glass window, driving away the darkness of the room and bringing the first glimmer of life to the morning.

Su Qianyi’s mind was groggy; the side effects of the drug persisted into the second day. Her wide collar had slipped down, hanging halfway off and exposing a shoulder, while her slender fingertips restlessly gripped the duvet. Her hair was spread haphazardly across the pillow, tinged gold by the sun. Her skin was as white as jade, and her long eyelashes began to flutter against the stinging sunlight before she slowly opened her eyes.

Memories of last night began to return: she had been drugged, she had been pursued, and she seemed to have been rescued by a kind soul. Then, she seemed to have clung to that person. And after that…

Su Qianyi’s gaze wandered blankly until it landed on Ye Feiran, who was not far away. Those eyes, as dazzling as gemstones, suddenly lit up with utter disbelief. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, but when she opened them again, the scene remained the same.

So, having lived three lives, she had finally “broken her fast” on the very day of her transmigration?

—And she had rolled between the sheets with the very “little cabbage” she had painstakingly raised during her previous transmigration.

Carrying the curiosity of a long-awaited reunion with her “little cabbage,” Su Qianyi lowered her hands and looked at Ye Feiran again. The soft sunlight hit Ye Feiran’s profile, making her exquisite jawline appear even sharper. Especially those eyes that Su Qianyi had coveted for years; the corners tilted slightly upward—cold and elegant without being seductive. Three years later, she had matured into someone even more captivating.

With the aura of her massive family estate as a halo, Ye Feiran was like a dangerous poppy—one couldn’t resist drawing near, yet one risked losing their life the moment they tried to pluck her. Every movement she made danced wildly upon Su Qianyi’s aesthetic preferences.

Su Qianyi felt her heart skip a beat. Looking at Ye Feiran was like returning after many years away, only to suddenly realize the cub from your own home had grown up and become successful. She felt immensely gratified.

The greeting “Ye Feiran” was forced back down her throat. The current situation—having slept with the cub she raised, was simply too embarrassing. Thinking back, she used to brag to Ye Feiran about her colorful romantic history before transmigrating, but who would have thought that despite all her flirting, she had actually never been in a relationship?

Furthermore, Su Qianyi didn’t know why she had returned to the book world only to find that three years had passed. She truly didn’t know how to explain this situation to Ye Feiran.

Forget it, forget it. Better to keep playing dumb.

Su Qianyi pulled the blanket back over her head and remained silent. For a moment, the bedroom was incredibly quiet. Just as Su Qianyi was about to run out of air inside the cocoon, the blanket was suddenly whipped away. The brief oxygen deprivation left her cheeks flushed, and having just woken up, her eyes were slightly misty. She looked like a delicious fruit waiting to be picked.

“Aren’t you afraid of suffocating? Get up.”

Having been muffled for so long, Su Qianyi’s face was crimson, and even her voice carried a bit of breathiness. She feigned a question: “You… who are you?”

“Ye Feiran.”

Ye Feiran didn’t offer much explanation; after all, her name was synonymous with her status. Su Qianyi locked eyes with her, but unfortunately, Ye Feiran was an expert at hiding her emotions; her eyes revealed nothing.

This calm and collected Ye Feiran stood in stark contrast to the panicked, helpless girl Su Qianyi had left three years ago. She had thought Ye Feiran would be happy to feel her soul leave the body. After all, from then on, Ye Feiran wouldn’t have to worry about someone fighting for control or being monitored in everything she did. She hadn’t expected Ye Feiran to be so frantic upon her departure.

Seeing Su Qianyi staring blankly, Ye Feiran reached out, her slender fingertips pinching Su Qianyi’s right cheek. She asked in a threatening manner: “Have you seen enough?”

“No.”

Ye Feiran’s face suddenly magnified in front of her. “Then do you need me to let you see your fill?”

Su Qianyi snapped out of it and leaned back, enduring the unpleasantness of having her face pulled to test the waters: “I, um, last night… us?”

Ye Feiran looked down at Su Qianyi, seemingly satisfied with the texture of her skin. She couldn’t help but pinch it again before slowly speaking:

“Su Qianyi, daughter of Su Jing. You have a younger half-sister, Su Wanwan, who has been excellent since childhood. You became famous through a small commercial when you entered the entertainment industry, but because of your lack of professional skill, you became a well-known ‘vase’.”

With every word Ye Feiran spoke, Su Qianyi’s head dropped an inch lower. If she could choose, she would have preferred to transmigrate as the story’s biggest boss from the start.

“I heard you broke things off with Ye Jingchen last night?” Ye Feiran’s tone carried a hint of teasing. She slowly lowered her head until their distance closed—so close that Su Qianyi could feel Ye Feiran’s breath.

Su Qianyi nodded.

“Then you stuck to me last night and wouldn’t let go. Could it be you’re looking for a new way out?”

Su Qianyi was truly unaccustomed to Ye Feiran’s superior tone and attitude. Having spent over a decade with her, she felt she could tolerate it, but at this moment, she couldn’t help feeling a bit irritable. Yet, considering their current statuses—one was the powerful head of the Ye family, the other a discarded marital tool, she decided to endure. People under low eaves must bow their heads. She would graciously not bicker with “Little Ran.”

Su Qianyi lowered her head and stammered, her voice getting smaller: “Last night was an accident. I was, was drugged. I didn’t know I would end up with you, um, just, um…”

Su Qianyi’s face stiffened. Su Wanwan had certainly drugged her intentionally, but she probably never expected Su Qianyi to be lucky enough to run into Ye Feiran.

“Is that so? Then it’s lucky I saved you.”

“Yes… yes.” It was much better than being caught by the people Su Wanwan had arranged.

Seeing Su Qianyi answering obediently, Ye Feiran’s tone softened slightly, losing the aggressiveness it had at the start. “And, your taste in choosing people has improved quite a bit this time.”

“My taste is naturally good. Someone with Ye Jingchen’s looks—I wouldn’t want him even if he were given to me for free. How could he compare to you?”

“But I previously heard Miss Su was desperately clinging to my nephew. So it was all rumors?”

“That was definitely fake.”

“Mm.” Ye Feiran paused, then added, “Miss Su might be innocent, but the person who drugged you—did they use you intentionally? Since I can’t find the person who drugged you, I can only come to you for some compensation for mental distress.”

“What… what do you want to do?” Su Qianyi asked nervously. “Was it… uncomfortable for you last night?”

Ye Feiran’s gaze turned cold, as if she might toss Su Qianyi out the window the next second. Su Qianyi’s eyes widened in horror. She had just said it casually—could she really have been that overboard last night?

She asked cautiously: “Was I… too drunk and acted too rough, hurting you?”

To her surprise, upon hearing this, Ye Feiran’s face darkened completely. To prevent Su Qianyi from further wild and unrestrained imaginings, Ye Feiran spoke up in time: “No.”

“Really… not?” Su Qianyi still felt uneasy, choosing her words carefully to advise: “You mustn’t hide your illness from the doctor. Even though that place is a bit private, if you’re injured and don’t treat it, you’ll regret it in the future.”

Thinking that Ye Feiran might be enduring an injury right now, Su Qianyi’s guilt intensified, and her head drooped even further.

Ye Feiran tucked a stray hair behind her ear, her tone slightly impatient: “It’s really not because of that. I am fine. I wasn’t hurt.”

“So you mean, my technique was very good and you had a great experience?” Su Qianyi took the opportunity to prop her chin on her hand, striking her best camera-ready angle to “sell” herself, her voice laced with ambiguity. “Ahem, see, you didn’t lose out at all.”

Ye Feiran didn’t answer but instead studied Su Qianyi’s face with a faint smile: “Mm, didn’t lose out. After all, Miss Su, you are quite beautiful.” The sarcasm in her tone was undisguised.

Su Qianyi: ??? I suspect you’re being sarcastic, but I have no evidence.

Ye Feiran’s laughter grew louder, while the expression on Su Qianyi’s face became increasingly numb. Once Ye Feiran had laughed her fill, she mercifully pointed toward the ensuite bathroom: “Last night I wanted to help you remove your makeup, but you wouldn’t cooperate. I had to let you sleep like that all night.”

Her tone was very innocent, as if she had wanted to help but Su Qianyi had stubbornly refused.

Su Qianyi scrambled out of bed and sprinted toward the bathroom. The mirror was slightly fogged from the temperature difference. Upon seeing herself in the mirror—her makeup smeared until she looked like a ghost, Su Qianyi fell silent. She now felt that Ye Feiran hadn’t just “not lost out”, she had suffered a massive loss.

But according to their conversation just now, Ye Feiran hadn’t recognized her. Su Qianyi felt as if she had an “NPC” protective shell; as long as Ye Feiran didn’t recognize her, no matter how embarrassing her actions were, she could blame them all on the original host. She grabbed the makeup remover and began to clean her face.

A few minutes later, Su Qianyi looked in the mirror again. Whether it was the flawless skin, the curve of her nose, or her slightly upturned thin lips, everything was exquisite. Especially those shimmering peach-blossom eyes—their affectionate gaze met her own. This was a face that was 70 to 80 percent similar to her original one before transmigrating, looking slightly more youthful in her early twenties.

Before transmigrating, she had been an outstanding graduate of a top finance school who step-by-step built her own entertainment kingdom. After her success, the question she was asked most was why she entered entertainment instead of finance. Su Qianyi was ambitious; to achieve primitive capital accumulation, the entertainment industry was the fastest route. Fact proved she had both beauty and luck. Unfortunately, extreme intelligence brings its own harm, and a beautiful life is often short.

After tidying herself up, Su Qianyi cautiously opened the bathroom door. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Ye Feiran was no longer on the bed. Who knew what happened to those who actually tried to crawl into Ye Feiran’s bed? Whatever it was, it wouldn’t be good. She wasn’t about to stay put and wait for judgment.

For the sake of her life, Su Qianyi quickly closed the bathroom door. While listening for movement in the room, she tiptoed toward the exit. A perfect opportunity to escape was right in front of her; if she didn’t run now, who knew what madness Ye Feiran would get up to later?

Just as Su Qianyi was only a few steps from the door and about to touch the handle, footsteps suddenly sounded behind her. Immediately after, her hands were seized. Hit by a sudden force, she was pinned against the wall.

Her back hit the cold, hard surface. Before she could even frown, she saw the Ye Feiran who had just “disappeared” standing right in front of her, studying her. They were extremely close; their noses brushed against each other without warning. Their lips were so close they could touch in the next second.

“You…”

“Trying to run?”

“I… I wasn’t.”

Ye Feiran lowered her eyes, her gaze gliding over Su Qianyi’s flawless cheek before landing on those pink lips. Su Qianyi’s mind went blank. Watching Ye Feiran’s encroaching movements, with the wall behind her leaving no room for retreat, she involuntarily recalled the fragments of memory from last night.

Chaos, ambiguity. Warm fragrance, soft skin, silken creases. It was intoxicating.

Su Qianyi instinctively turned her head away. Ye Feiran took the chance to lean close to Su Qianyi’s ear, letting out an ambiguous, low chuckle: “Miss Su, after just using me you want to leave? Isn’t that a bit too heartless?”

Her lips brushed inadvertently against Su Qianyi’s earlobe, painting it with a faint crimson blush.