He broke his vows for her, and a tycoon descended to earth for love.

"...I said I didn't need it."

"Alright then, if you don't want me to carry you, then I'll carry you down."

As he spoke, he reached out to hug her.

Would it be even more awkward to let him hold me?

Siyi pushed him away again and shouted "No!" but in the end she obediently climbed onto his back.

Jiang Yanhui silently curved the corners of his lips. Perhaps she didn't know that this was the first time Jiang Yanhui had carried a woman on his back, yet he felt as if he were carrying the whole world on his back.

And perhaps he didn't know that this was the first time Ye Siyi, besides her older brother and father, had been carried by a man. All her panic and helplessness seemed to have vanished on his back...

He walked very slowly, and halfway through, he suddenly asked her again, "Why did you suddenly come here?"

Siyi was lying on his back at the moment, listening to his steady breathing, and her tense heart relaxed. Hearing his words, she couldn't help but continue, "It's nothing. I've always wanted to come, but I never had the time. Now that I've finally given myself a break, I came."

"Why didn't you take the proper tourist routes and instead came here to hike?"

She told him, "When I was little, I watched a movie, but I forgot what it was called. I only remember a group of kids running up the Great Wall to wait for aliens. What impressed me most was the beautiful starry sky. Even now, I still find it amazing, so I really wanted to come here alone to see if the night sky is just as beautiful."

Jiang Yan chuckled, "I never expected you to have such a childish side. So, are you satisfied now? What's the difference between this star in the sky and City A? It's just a star in the sky, just pointless fuss."

“This is a feeling of the heart, what do you know?” Siyi swung her fist and punched him on the shoulder, not too hard, so that he wouldn’t feel any pain. She snorted dismissively, “Of course you, Young Master Yan, only know about women. How could you understand this kind of aesthetic beauty?”

"Honey, isn't it enough that I understand you?"

Jiang Yanhui followed suit, silently raising her lips, "But seriously, how come you're so thin? Remember to eat more at every meal when you get back. When I hug you, I feel like your bones are pressing against my hands."

Siyi kicked her legs out and said, "Jiang Yanhui! If you're not happy, put me down!"

"Hey, grandma, I just said you're thin, not fat, why are you getting so worked up?" He casually patted her buttocks, making Siyi blush and squirm against his back.

Jiang Yan almost couldn't carry her, but luckily they reached the foot of the mountain, where his car was parked not far away. He carried her on his back and put her directly into the passenger seat, then got in himself.

Once she got in the car, he wasn't in a hurry to drive. Instead, he lifted her foot, checked it, and gently moved it while patiently asking, "Does it hurt?"

Siyi felt quite pain when she twisted her foot, but she didn't feel much anymore, and it didn't seem swollen. She shook her head, "It doesn't hurt." Then she felt that his touching her foot was too ambiguous, so she blushed and pushed his hand away, "...I'm fine now."

Jiang Yan looked at her hesitant expression and knew she was shy. Besides, it was late at night, and the two of them had been up all day; she was exhausted, let alone her. So she stopped teasing her, put her feet down, and drove to the hotel.

Siyi was in a daze as he led her to the door of the hotel suite. Only then did she realize what was happening. "I'll go downstairs and get a room myself."

Now that the prize was practically in his grasp, Jiang Yan wasn't about to let it slip away. He grabbed her wrist, pinned her against the door, one hand holding her waist, his body pressed against hers, while the other hand reached for the room key in his pocket. He placed it on the sensor, and with a "beep," the door opened.

Caught off guard, Siyi leaned back, but he easily caught her around the waist and pinned her against the wall again.

The man slammed the door shut with a stomp of his foot.

He smiled wickedly at her neck, "Sisi, the bed in this suite is a double bed, big enough for your small frame. There's no need to waste money to book another room. Wasting money is shameful."

Upon hearing his words, Siyi felt a tingling sensation in her heart. The familiar information flickered in his eyes, making her feel flustered and wanting to turn her face away, but he wouldn't let her. He reached out and held her chin, watching her blushing face with great interest. "Baby, you're usually so decisive in court. How would those people know that you, this little wildcat, are as soft and weak as a little rabbit under my feet?"

As he spoke flirtatious words, his hands didn't stop moving. He skillfully lifted the hem of her clothes, his large hand expertly reaching up to press down on her high, soft breasts.

Siyi was not an innocent girl; Jiang Yanhui knew exactly where Siyi's sensitive spots were.

He caressed her softness while leaning in to kiss her earlobe, sometimes gently, sometimes forcefully, making her breath catch in her throat. "Baby, I carried you so far just now, you can't just turn your back on me now, you should at least make it up to me, right?"

Siyi trembled slightly as he kissed her.

She had originally intended to push him away, but by now all her strength had been drained. If he hadn't been holding her tightly, she would have already fallen to the ground.

……

That night, Siyi was indeed manipulated into various positions by Jiang Yan.

He seemed to have inexhaustible energy when it came to her.

In the end, she cried and begged for mercy, and he coaxed her into saying the words she liked to hear most.

She had lost all reason; from body to soul, she was being possessed inch by inch by this domineering man.

She waited until dawn, when she was so exhausted that she didn't even have the strength to move a finger. She vaguely felt as if she was being carried to the bathroom, and then she felt as if someone was using a hairdryer to dry her hair.

In her hazy dream, she recalled a scene from long ago when her mother helped her blow-dry her hair.

He mumbled something under his breath.

Jiang Yan paused in her hair-drying motion, frowned, leaned down, and patted her cheek. "What are you muttering about?"

Siyi wasn't fully conscious, but almost subconsciously, she sensed someone talking to her. With her eyes closed, she softly uttered a sentence.

"Mom...don't leave me..."