Chapter 7: I Am Your Guide to Love and Desire

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Suddenly, Qi Yuzhou’s face appeared before her, causing Jin Siqi to flinch in fright. Seeing the pain etched on Qi Yuzhou’s face, Jin Siqi felt a pang of guilt and apologized, “I’m sorry, Brother Qi, you startled me.” “It’s nothing. You should get some rest. I’ll sleep next door. Good night.” Qi Yuzhou gently kissed Jin Siqi’s forehead. Her stiff reaction caused a flicker of disappointment to flash in his eyes. Leaving Jin Siqi, Qi Yuzhou returned to the original room. He buried his face into the bed, greedily inhaling the lingering scent she had left on the sheets. Filled with guilt, Jin Siqi sought him out, hoping to coax him back to bed. “Brother Qi…” she called softly. Qi Yuzhou tensed, then got up and stepped into the bathroom, the sound of running water soon following. Blushing, Jin Siqi knocked lightly on the bathroom door. “Brother Qi…” Before she could finish, Qi Yuzhou interrupted, “You should rest first.” … When I got into the car, my heart suddenly skipped a beat and I glanced back. The curtains on the second floor of the manor fluttered gently, but no one was in sight, as if someone had just left. I returned to Zeming Teahouse. As soon as Hongjie saw me, she nearly choked on her drink and hurriedly pulled me aside. “Ancestor, why are you back again? Didn’t you say you’d lay low before knowing who’s out to get you?” I smiled faintly. “I’m short on cash.” Hongjie grabbed me, ready to leave. “It’s so late, who’s going to order tea from you? Hurry back and wait for my notice—” Before she could finish, the figure of Jin Shixun appeared before us. My guess was right; the man I saw on the manor’s second floor was indeed Jin Shixun. “Business just arrived. Hongjie, have someone open the private room on the top floor for me.” I took Jin Shixun’s hand and led him upstairs. Closing the private room door, Jin Shixun glared down at me. “You really have guts! Jin Xin—oh no, Miss Jin Xin.” I confidently approached the cabinet and selected a tea set.

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“Brother, what are you saying? You mean I dared to invite you?” The word “brother” seemed to strike a nerve in Jin Shixun’s heart; his eyes flickered briefly, though his voice remained stern. Seeing him silent, I took off my coat, revealing the school uniform-style shirt and short skirt beneath, then sat down to brew the tea. “Am I not your first teacher?” Watching Jin Shixun’s ears flush red and his Adam’s apple bob up and down, I knew I was right. Ever since the first time I slept with Jin Shixun, many vague memories had gradually become clear. He always warned me not to shorten my school skirt and often made me wear a jacket over my shirt. It was all that impulsive energy of his youthful years. “I also know you like to climb into bed wearing this, and you’ve probably dreamed about it many times. Woke up staring blankly at my room, haven’t you?” “Am I right, brother?” The expression on my face was irresistibly alluring, my voice like a seductive little serpent winding around Jin Shixun. Gradually, a mixture of nostalgia and longing appeared in his eyes. Yet, Jin Shixun seemed displeased with my forwardness. He was furious, accusing me of being depraved and despicable! Then, seriously, he said, “I’m just here for tea.” But he didn’t know, my shamelessness had always been reserved only for him. … When I woke up, I was already lying in bed, with Hongjie beside me. “That Jin Young Master is ruthless, almost drove you crazy, but he did give you quite a bit of money.” I got up to take the bank card, and Hongjie left. I struggled to stand; my body felt weak and sticky, almost causing me to fall. I needed a shower quickly. Standing before the mirror, my curvaceous figure reflected back at me. On my stomach was written, “Stay away from those you shouldn’t mess with, this is just a little lesson for you.” Looking at my body, I straightened my back slowly and curled a wicked smile on my lips. Early the next morning, I found a nearby bank and repaid the interest and part of the principal I owed. Just as I sighed in relief, Jin Shixun suddenly sent me a text message. The message contained the address of an office building. Is he addicted? Wants to play in the office? I checked my low account balance, hailed a car, and headed there. Getting to be with the man I liked and get money too, why not? Arriving at the place, I was a little dazed by the crowded office.

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I took out my phone to call Jin Shixun to ask what this meant. Just as I was about to dial, a slender hand reached out and pressed the hang-up button. “Sorry, Miss Jin Xin. Mr. Jin is currently in a meeting at headquarters. He won’t answer your call. I’m Secretary Jiang, Mr. Jin’s assistant.” I looked at this impeccably dressed stranger and asked, “So he’s not here? Then why did he send me here?” “Mr. Jin will come to speak with you in person later. You can wait for him at his office now.” I cursed silently, turned, and started to leave. But Secretary Jiang stubbornly blocked my way, insisting I wait for Jin Shixun to return. People in the office noticed the commotion and cast curious glances our way. I was anxious to leave, but the man wouldn’t budge. In the end, I had no choice but to follow Secretary Jiang upstairs to Jin Shixun’s office. At the door of the top-floor office, Secretary Jiang bowed respectfully. “Miss Jin Xin, this is Mr. Jin’s office. Please go in by yourself.” He quickly turned and left, leaving me alone. I shook my head helplessly and knocked on the door. The door opened swiftly from inside, but when I saw the woman standing there, my heart sank—I was truly unlucky. How could Jin Siqi be here? Today her makeup was delicate, but the powder couldn’t conceal her pallor. She wore a black dress, her long curls draped over her shoulders, looking like she had stepped out of a painting—ethereal, refined, and exceptionally elegant. “I’ve been waiting for you a long time.” Jin Siqi’s voice whispered in my ear as the office door shut behind us. She stepped closer with a provocative glare, jealousy unmasked, as if she wanted to devour me alive. “What means did you use to seduce Brother Qi?” Suddenly, she yanked the silk scarf from my neck and threw it harshly to the floor. I was forced to look up and meet her gaze. I grabbed her wrist tightly and glared at her fiercely. “What business is it of yours?” “Because you’re a slut!” Jin Siqi’s face twisted with hatred as she spat out the words one by one. I struggled free from her grasp, my eyes icy as I retorted, “Whether I’m a slut is none of your concern.” Looking at Jin Siqi before me, I felt a slight relief—she hadn’t recognized me, which made sense; I had changed a lot over the past five years. How could she know me? Just as I was about to turn and leave, Jin Siqi yanked my hair. “Ah!” I cried out in pain.