Even hybrid monsters have their day

“You’re not a man-eating tiger, why should I be afraid?” Geng Miaowan retorted.

"Oh?" he said softly, as if he were just saying it casually.

Qiu Pi didn't look at her. Instead, he gently swirled the wine in his glass, staring intently at the amber liquid inside, as if it were the most beautiful thing in the world.

His impeccably tailored clothes were clearly expensive, and coupled with his handsome face, he looked like an elegant aristocrat. However, Geng Miaowan had experienced his explosive power before and knew that this was all an illusion. He was more like a resting leopard, seemingly lazy and harmless, but once you showed any weakness, he would leap up and bite your vitals, delivering a fatal blow.

“If that’s the case,” he said, glancing up at her, “then why are you just standing at the door?”

The sudden eye contact startled Geng Miaowan, but she managed to suppress her expression. She looked back at him, raised her head, and said, "I... I just haven't decided where to sit yet!"

“Then I’ll think of something for you,” he said, patting the seat next to him. “You can sit here.”

Geng Miaowan walked to the sofa next to him, sat down, and said, "I feel pretty good here."

Qiu Pi merely glanced at her but did not stop her. He poured wine into an empty glass on the table, handed it to her, and raised the glass to her.

She smiled gently as she looked at the swirling liquid in her glass. "Mr. Qiu invited me here specifically, surely not just for a drink?"

"It seems you did your homework before coming here today." He gave her a meaningful look.

"The famous bar owner and president of Hanyu Group invited me here. I can't very well be clueless about everything, can I?" Geng Miaowan asked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Pi burst into laughter. This woman was indeed interesting.

"I invited you here of course..." he said, suddenly leaning his body towards her and bringing his face close.

He was fast; Geng Miaowan only had time to lean back to avoid his face, which was about to touch hers. However, his face was still getting closer and closer to hers, so close that she could clearly feel his breath on her face.

Thinking of what he had done last night, she cried out in surprise and reached out to push him away. However, her palm touched something icy cold.

She withdrew her hand, and there hung quietly in it a small black bag. It was the very one she had lost.

"This..." Geng Miaowan looked at him in confusion. Did he really only come to her to return the bag?

"What do you think I want to do?" He leaned back on the sofa, a hint of mockery in his eyes as he looked at her.

Thinking back to what she had just been thinking, Geng Miaowan's expression turned unnatural, feeling embarrassed that he had seen through her. She forced a calm expression and said, "Since you've returned the bag, I'll be leaving!"

As Geng Miaowan reached the door of the private room, her deep voice came from behind her, "Don't you want to know what kind of preparation I did for you before I called you here?"

She turned around. "What do you mean by that?"

Qiu Pi's gaze suddenly sharpened, and Geng Miaowan felt a blur before her eyes. Qiu Pi, who was seven or eight meters away from her, suddenly appeared in front of her.

He braced his hands against the door, trapping her between his arms. She'd seen wall slams many times, but door slams were a first. She instinctively pressed her entire back against the door, hoping to create some distance between them.

However, the effect was minimal.

He lowered his head and whispered a few words in her ear, startling her so much that her face changed color.

"How did he know I wasn't Shen Meiling?" she exclaimed in her mind.

"You're asking me? Who should I ask?" Little White replied. It was afraid that what happened yesterday would repeat itself when it came to see Qiu Pi; it had condescended to enter his sea of ​​consciousness, and was currently bored.

Geng Miaowan's momentary daze gave him an opportunity. Ignoring her surprise, he stuck out his tongue and lightly licked her earlobe, then slid it down.

The pain in her collarbone jolted her awake. She snapped back to reality and shoved Qiu Pi away with both hands and feet, yelling, "Show me some respect!"

Qiu Pi licked his lips lightly, savoring the last trace of blood, and swallowed it. His manner was incredibly flirtatious, yet not at all lewd. He looked at her, his gaze piercing, a stark contrast to his previous languid demeanor. "Who are you? What are you trying to do by impersonating Shen Meiling?"

Geng Miaowan closed her eyes slightly to conceal the fleeting panic within them, and said firmly, "What do you mean by 'pretending'? I am Shen Meiling!"

She felt she was being aggressive, but little did she know that in Qiu Pi's eyes, it clearly seemed like she was trying to cover something up. "Whether it's true or not doesn't matter, all I need is for you to agree to be my woman."

"You're dreaming, how could I possibly..." Geng Miaowan instinctively wanted to refuse, but then she suddenly thought of Peng Yuxian's affair and couldn't help but feel that this might be an opportunity. However, she didn't know how this guy looked; he seemed like a reincarnated lecher, which made her hesitate. She didn't understand Qiu Pi at all.

She looked at Qiu Pi, who seemed rather enigmatic, and began to ponder. On one hand, she had a gut feeling that Qiu Pi was not simple; if the mysterious murderer was indeed a supernatural being, then the possibility of a connection between him and Qiu Pi was extremely high.

On the other hand, she was afraid that if she didn't stay with this cheetah-like man, she might not be able to bear the consequences.

But if the mysterious murderer is really related to Qiu Pi, then she will have to come into contact with him sooner or later. Rather than having a falling out now and having to figure out a way to deal with it later, it's better to take this opportunity to get closer to him now, which will make it easier to gather information.

Never before had she felt the need to sacrifice her virtue for a mission, with the constant threat of losing her virginity. This made her exceptionally cautious. Her mind raced, trying to figure out how to handle a man like this.

Qiu Pi sat back on the sofa, staring at her as he said, "I won't give up trying to reject me. And don't use Zhuoran as an excuse, because I know he's not real either. If I release the news that you're impersonating Shen Meiling and Zhuoran, do you know what the consequences will be?"

"Are you threatening me?" Geng Miaowan raised an eyebrow.

"No, I'm just presenting the facts to you." His expression returned to its languid state, yet the look in his eyes was undeniable. "I think you're impersonating them simply for money."

As he spoke, he pulled a black bank card from his pocket and placed it on the table, domineeringly announcing his decision, "I have plenty of money. I'll give you time to consider, but I don't accept rejection." The implication was that if he followed her, she would never have to worry about food or clothing and could spend money as she pleased.

Is this going to be a typical domineering CEO drama...?

Geng Miaowan thought to herself, "This attitude is really awful." But the fact that he thought she was impersonating Shen Meiling for money only gave him more leverage. (To be continued.)