Chapter 97: How Could You Possibly Enjoy That?

After seeing Irene Gu, Wen Nan ran toward the apartment he had rented at top speed.

It was not that he truly feared the prop candle in the “fallen girl’s” hands would burn his bed down. The real problem was the system alert that rang in his mind after he received those messages—

9527: “Attention. The target ‘the fallen girl who clings to the one who saved her’ has had her strategy rating lowered to 79 percent.”

Before leaving home, Wen Nan had clearly told her he would be working overtime very late and not to wait up. So why, just because he came back a little late, had she dragged his rating below eighty percent?

Wen Nan felt a headache coming on.

With no choice, he hurried home as fast as he could, unlocked the door, pushed it open, and rushed into the bedroom.

The instant he stepped inside, a pungent sandalwood fragrance mixed with the heavy scent of burning candles hit him full in the face.

It was as if he had stumbled into some temple overflowing with incense, or into the restroom of an upscale shopping mall. The smell was so suffocating that he could hardly breathe. He coughed twice, lifted a hand over his mouth and nose, and looked toward the bed.

Sun Yi must have showered. Her hair was half dry, and she had wrapped only a towel around herself, one that served as little more than decoration. She lay flat on her back on the bed, gazing up at Wen Nan with a sleepy smile.

The candle in the photo had been placed properly on the bedside table, and unlike the message had claimed, it showed no sign of trying to do any damage to Wen Nan’s property.

But she had bent one leg and deliberately angled a certain part of herself toward the direction he had entered from. That brazen, fully exposed posture made the white skin at a glance impossible to ignore.

Wen Nan’s breathing hitched.

On the bed, the girl twisted her waist, working hard to adjust herself into a more enticing pose, then said in a deliberately soft, coaxing voice, “Uncle, so you do know how to come back?”

Without comparison, if Wen Nan had still been a pure, innocent young man, he might really have been bewitched by this sultry scene and done something reckless.

But although Sun Yi’s role identity was that of a “fallen girl,” in the end she was only a girl who had just come of age not long ago.

She had learned to imitate mature women, striking poses full of worldly sensuality, yet the inexperience and embarrassment in her every movement could not be hidden at all.

It was nothing more than bluffing.

Was this a test of Wen Nan, or a long-planned surrender?

Whatever it was, Wen Nan had no intention of accepting. And that was not a decision made by the lower half of his brain, but by the traits implied in the fallen girl’s background and her strategy nature.

Wen Nan stepped forward, caught Sun Yi’s thin, soft arm, and pulled her up from the bed.

Thinking Wen Nan lacked restraint and was about to yield, Sun Yi’s eyes first flickered with panic when he yanked her upright. Then she quickly put on another smile, raised her arms, wrapped them around Wen Nan’s neck, and leaned her upper body into his embrace.

With that worthless towel, her movement sent it slipping lower still, revealing a breathtaking expanse of skin.

Wen Nan’s body stiffened for a moment, then he reached out toward Sun Yi’s thigh. Noticing his movement, Sun Yi cooperated perfectly, lifting her leg and naturally resting it against his waist, whispering near his ear, “Uncle, do you want to take a close look at your tattoo?”

Wen Nan did not answer. His hand continued downward, touching nothing of hers. Instead, he simply picked up the T-shirt she had carelessly tossed beside the bed and quickly helped her put it on.

“Where did you learn all this?”

Wen Nan asked in the tone of an elder, his voice carrying a hint of sternness.

As he spoke, his gaze shifted from Sun Yi’s dazed eyes to the empty liquor bottle beside the candle on the bedside table. “You drank an entire bottle by yourself?”

Sun Yi nodded emphatically and confessed without hesitation. “I waited for you for so long. It was too boring being alone, so I drank and drank, and then I finished it.”

Wen Nan sighed. “If you can’t hold your liquor, don’t drink like that. When a girl is out on her own, she has to be careful.”

9527: “Congratulations. The target ‘the fallen girl who clings to the one who saved her’ has had her strategy rating raised to 81 percent.”

Sun Yi gave a soft huff. “I wasn’t out on my own. Isn’t this home?”

Wen Nan had no patience for wordplay. Through her clothes, he lightly patted her waist. “Go deal with what’s on your leg and get to sleep early.”

Sun Yi’s face showed clear disappointment. She did not move, but tightened her arms and held Wen Nan even more firmly. “The red candle’s already lit, Uncle. A single moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Don’t you want to do something?”

Wen Nan lifted a hand and gently pulled at the arm she had wrapped around him, about to refuse again when suddenly his shoulder grew heavy. Sun Yi lost all strength and collapsed completely against him, going limp without another sound.

Had she… gotten so drunk that she passed out?

Wen Nan shook his head helplessly, carefully laid her back on the bed, covered her with a thin blanket, and then stepped away.

9527: “Congratulations. The target ‘the fallen girl who clings to the one who saved her’ has had her strategy rating raised to 89 percent.”

Wen Nan: ?

She had already fallen asleep, and the strategy rating could still go up?

He lowered his head and looked at the sleeping girl’s face, then finally turned and prepared to leave.

After only one step, the thick scent of incense and candles filled his nose. Wen Nan held his breath, walked to the window, opened it, switched off the light, and left the bedroom with quiet steps.

As he reached up to pull the bedroom door shut, Wen Nan also opened the guild chat group in the system.

Ever since he had sent the collected information to the group just now, he had immediately been met with a flood of excited discussion from the members.

The veteran core group that always secured victory—

[yao: Six roles, six versions? Which one are we supposed to believe?]
[Jinxing: Aside from the CEO, the other five addresses are all in the main building of Irene Group.]
[Jinxing: I think we can try going back to the scene and observing again, gradually eliminating the wrong options.]
[Firefirefire: Eliminate what wrong options? There are only five addresses, and we’ve got exactly five people. One person to each, and if we find a hidden door, wouldn’t it be enough to pry it open?]
[Jinxing: Didn’t you see the last clue the leader gave us?]
[Jinxing: You can’t trust what a beautiful woman says. Forcing the door open is very likely to cause trouble.]
[Littlegent: I think Brother Jinxing is right. If we choose the wrong hidden door rashly, we might never come back.]
[Firefirefire: speechless.jpg]
[Firefirefire: Then what do you all suggest?]
[Jinxing: The answer should be in the very last thing the CEO said, because that was a clue the leader obtained through mind reading. It’s reliable.]
[Firefirefire: Which sentence?]
[Firefirefire: Oh, found it.]
[Firefirefire: ‘You have to trust your own subconscious’?]
[Firefirefire: So the so-called legendary trigger point isn’t about asking the beautiful woman, but about asking the leader himself?]
[Firefirefire: Got it.]
[Firefirefire: @Nine, boss, usually where do you like to be touched?]
[Nine: ……]
(The End)