You Man panted and said, "Let's not talk about this right now, okay? I'm going to change into my new outfit for you."
Zhou Yi patted her head gently. "Alright, alright. I'll lie down and wait for you."
You Man stepped into the bathroom and retrieved a set of clothes she had bought online.
The outfit accentuated her long, slender legs, giving her the flawless figure of a model.
With her already sizzling physique, wearing something like this made her the epitome of pure seduction.
She tied a ribbon around her neck like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.
When You Man walked out like this, Zhou Yi's gaze immediately darkened.
She knelt by the bedside, casting a sultry look as she tilted her head and cooed in a soft, teasing voice, "Time to unwrap your gift, Master."
Given You Man's usual demeanor, she would never say something like this—but in bed, she was surprisingly uninhibited.
She knew exactly how to please Zhou Yi, and the happier he was, the more pleasure she derived from it. There was no shame in that.
A woman like You Man was every man's fantasy—completely different in and out of bed.
Men never disliked a woman for being too bold in intimacy, and Zhou Yi certainly loved it.
Propping himself up on one arm, he reached out and untied the ribbon around her neck.
You Man leaned against the bed like an alluring kitten, her eyes filled with longing for him.
Zhou Yi stroked her chin. "I love it when you're like this, sis."
You Man giggled softly.
Zhou Yi let out a low groan, unable to hold back any longer. He leaned in and captured her lips in a fierce, urgent kiss. You Man arched into him, responding eagerly as a deep emptiness consumed her.
Slowly, she climbed onto the bed, and the two tangled together, their kisses growing more desperate.
You Man parted her lips, tilting her head back with a moan.
"Tell me what you want, sis. Say it," Zhou Yi teased.
You Man pressed herself against him completely.
Zhou Yi always loved teasing her like this. Seeing her in this state, he had no choice but to give her exactly what she craved.
The two sighed in unison, lost in pleasure.
The room filled with the sounds of Zhou Yi's rough breaths and You Man's sweet, wanton moans—enough to set anyone ablaze. Luckily, the small apartment held only the two of them, so You Man didn’t hold back, her voice dripping with desire...
An hour later.
You Man lay in Zhou Yi’s arms, too exhausted to even lift a finger.
"Man-jie, let me buy you a new place. This apartment is too small," Zhou Yi murmured, gazing tenderly at the woman in his arms.
You Man was his first woman in this world, and he held deep affection for her.
Gentle, understanding, and selfless—she never asked anything of Zhou Yi, only giving to him unconditionally.
Zhou Yi was always generous with his women, and You Man deserved a better life after following him.
She had lived in that tiny fast-food shop for so long; it was time for a proper home.
Yet You Man shook her head. "I don’t want to..."
Every time Zhou Yi tried to give her something, she refused, unwilling to take advantage of his kindness.
A woman like her was rare.
Zhou Yi sighed, having expected this response. He ran his fingers through her hair and said softly,
"I know. But I just want to treat you well. Don’t refuse me."
You Man chuckled and relented. "Fine. How about this—I’ll sell my current place, and if the money isn’t enough for a new one, you can cover the difference. Deal?"
Zhou Yi smiled helplessly. "You’re so stubborn. Alright, as you wish."
You Man finally grinned. She knew Zhou Yi meant well, but gifts like this were too extravagant. She didn’t want to be a woman who relied entirely on him—she wanted to stand on her own and keep up with him. That had always been her mindset.
Just then, Zhou Yi’s phone rang. It was Jiang Ruolan.
Her voice was urgent. "Boss Zhou, check the trending list—now!"
Jiang Ruolan rarely sounded this frantic. If she was alarmed, something big must have happened.
After hanging up, Zhou Yi dressed quickly and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling up his phone.
You Man watched him anxiously. "What’s wrong? Did something happen?"
"Not sure yet. Don’t worry, let me check Weibo first."
Zhou Yi’s name was at the top of the trending list, marked with a red "Explosive" tag.
His eyes narrowed. He had trended before, but never with this level of frenzy. Someone had definitely paid to push this.
The hashtag read simply: #ZhouYiThePlayboy
He scoffed and tapped it.
Inside was a post from an entertainment gossip account:
"Zhou Yi the Playboy—Image Shattered? Flirting with Multiple Women or Just an Innocent College Guy?"
The post included several photos—
Him with Su Ning.
Him with Jiang Ruolan.
Him with Kong Huaijin.
And him with You Man.
Photos with Su Ning weren’t surprising—they attended the same university, so being spotted together was normal. But the others? That required a private investigator tailing him.
The picture with You Man had been taken just moments ago, near the car.
Meaning this post had blown up within an hour. There was no way this wasn’t orchestrated—though Zhou Yi couldn’t yet pinpoint who was behind it.
At least the photo with Kong Huaijin was from their visit to Luo Bingqing, not their amusement park date. It just showed them talking outside a building.
Most of Zhou Yi’s fans were women—many of them "girlfriend fans" or admirers who fantasized about him. These types of fans rarely accepted their idol being in a relationship.
Dating was one thing, but playing the field? Unforgivable.
The comments were chaos.
"I’m devastated. He was my favorite guy. Why? Are all men really this untrustworthy?!"
"I feel so betrayed. I could cry."
"They’re just standing together… Why are people freaking out? If you like him, trust him!"
"All gorgeous women too. High standards, huh? Haha… I’m not crying. Nope. Not at all."
"What a scumbag. I must’ve been blind to like him. Never falling for a ‘perfect’ persona again."
"Rich guys really do play around, huh? The ‘noble CEO’ only exists in romance novels. Reality? A joke."
The backlash was brutal. Zhou Yi’s fan community was in shambles, with haters flooding in to mock his supporters and hurl insults at him.
Meanwhile, Gao Wenhao smirked as he scrolled through the posts.
"Hmph. I told you I’d make Zhou Yi pay. Let’s see how he wriggles out of this one."
How would Zhou Yi handle this crisis?
[A female reader drew fan art of Xiao Xi and Man-jie! Love it! (Not a professional artist, so please be kind.)]