The Counterattack of a Wealthy Family's Substitute

Yao Yingxi changed her clothes, washed her face, and then came out of the bathroom.

This wasn't the villa she left last time; it was an apartment.

When Yao Yingxi walked into the living room, she saw Xi Yuanchen sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, his eyes closed, and his head leaning back against the sofa.

Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes, turned his head, and his gaze fell on Yao Yingxi.

Yao Yingxi paused for a moment, then walked over and stood beside the sofa, speaking in a humble yet assertive manner: "Mr. Xi, thank you for helping me last night. I will definitely repay you many times over in the future."

Xi Yuanchen maintained his previous posture, with his hands on his knees, a half-smile on his face: "In the future? I've never been one to meddle in other people's business. If I give, I'm bound to get something in return."

Yao Yingxi looked at him, her clasped hands in front of her tightening.

Xi Yuanchen met her eyes and said, slowly and deliberately, "Miss Yao, I need a woman by my side."

Yao Yingxi unconsciously took a step back, her expression wary.

After a moment, she spoke: "Mr. Xi, you may have misunderstood something. I am not the kind of woman you think I am."

“I am grateful that you saved me, but that does not mean you can insult me.”

Xi Yuanchen stood up and walked towards Yao Yingxi.

Forced to retreat step by step, Yao Yingxi's face turned cold: "Mr. Xi, please show some respect!"

Yao Yingxi had nowhere left to retreat. Xi Yuanchen stopped and looked at the woman sandwiched between him and the wall, her face full of anger. He finally noticed his heart pounding.

He lowered his head, pinched Yao Yingxi's chin, and couldn't help but kiss her, murmuring softly, "An'an."

The kiss was incredibly tender. Yao Yingxi was stunned for a moment, and struggled with all her might, but how could her strength be a match for a grown man?

The moment Xi Yuanchen pried open her lips and tongue, she opened her mouth and bit down.

The smell of blood filled the air. Xi Yuanchen cried out in pain and released her. Yao Yingxi slapped him and quickly fled.

Yao Yingxi ran frantically until the last breath of air was squeezed out of her chest before she stopped.

Before her were cars coming and going. Yao Yingxi blinked, and a tear fell to the ground.

Once she calmed down, Yao Yingxi realized that she had no money, no phone, and her luggage was still at the hotel.

Homeless and unemployed, she truly has nothing left now.

Yao Yingxi walked to the hotel, picked up her luggage, checked out, and found a cheaper hotel to stay in.

After spending two days in a daze in a small hotel, Yao Yingxi finally mustered up the courage to look for a job.

She submitted countless resumes and interviewed with numerous companies, but ultimately received no response.

After a week of searching, Yao Yingxi still couldn't find a job.

The balance on my bank card is dwindling, with less than three thousand yuan left.

Yao Yingxi canceled her stay at the small hotel and rented a room of less than ten square meters in the suburbs.

A month and a half later, Yao Yingxi still hadn't found a job, and she had less than 500 yuan left.

As night fell, Yao Yingxi dragged her weary body down the street.

Suddenly, a dark figure rushed towards us from the front.

In the blink of an eye, Yao Yingxi's bag was snatched away.

"Robbery!" Yao Yingxi was stunned for a moment, then quickly chased after the motorcycle in front.

Her cries for help caused a commotion, but that was all. People just watched her; no one helped her catch the thief.

Yao Yingxi chased after the robber desperately for a long time, only to watch helplessly as the robber disappeared into the street.

She was disheveled, her hair plastered to her face, and she was squatting on the ground, panting heavily. Her money, phone, ID card, and everything else were all in that bag.

The incessant noise around her made Yao Yingxi feel incredibly sad at that moment.

She half-squatted down, hugging herself, and looked down at the ground.

A pair of spotless black leather shoes came into view.

Yao Yingxi looked up and saw Xi Yuanchen's cold face.

"Miss Yao, what a coincidence." Xi Yuanchen looked down at her, his expression a half-smile.

Yao Yingxi saw that he didn't move, so Xi Yuanchen reached out his hand to her.

Yao Yingxi didn't know if she was more vulnerable at that moment, but as if possessed, she looked at him and handed him her hand.

Xi Yuanchen pulled her up, his voice as cold as ever: "What happened?"

His hands were warm, like a stove, burning hot.

Yao Yingxi snapped out of her daze and pulled her hand away: "It's nothing."

Xi Yuanchen looked at her, and Yao Yingxi turned her head away and was about to leave when Xi Yuanchen grabbed her wrist.

"Let go!" Yao Yingxi frowned.

As Yao Yingxi finished speaking, a man dressed in a silver-gray suit walked over.

The man nodded to Yao Yingxi and looked at Xi Yuanchen: "Boss, we've found out. Miss Yao was robbed. I've already sent someone to handle it."

Xi Yuanchen hummed in agreement, and his subordinates left.

Looking at Xi Yuanchen, Yao Yingxi finally realized that this man was no ordinary person.

From their first encounter, she knew he wasn't just an ordinary rich man. Now, her even stronger feeling is that he's definitely extremely wealthy and influential. Perhaps, he's the kind of rich and powerful person you read about in romance novels.

Yao Yingxi couldn't understand how she, an ordinary person, could have any connection with such a person, but she also knew very well that the Cinderella fairy tale was impossible in this society, and besides, she never wanted to be Cinderella.

Yao Yingxi shook off Xi Yuanchen's hand and walked forward, and Xi Yuanchen did not stop her.

After she had walked two or three meters away, he spoke up: "Don't you want your things anymore?"

Yao Yingxi stopped abruptly, her back stiff. She stood still for a moment before turning around.

Her bag was handed to Xi Yuanchen, who took it and casually held it in his hand.

As Yao Yingxi watched this scene, she thought inappropriately that it felt like Xi Yuanchen was defiling her, as he held her old, peeling bag in his hands.

Xi Yuanchen took her bag and got into a car parked by the roadside. The car lights flashed, and Yao Yingxi came to her senses. She walked over, and the car door opened.

Xi Yuanchen, hidden in the darkness, looked at her and said, "Get in the car."

Yao Yingxi stood still, and Xi Yuanchen's expression began to grow impatient: "I don't have much patience to waste with you. If you want what you want, get in the car."

Yao Yingxi looked at him, pursed her lips, and got into the car.

The car sped away without either of them saying a word.

Yao Yingxi didn't know where Xi Yuanchen was going to take her, and she began to feel uneasy.

Half an hour later, the car stopped. The driver quickly drove away, leaving only Xi Yuanchen and Yao Yingxi in the car.

Yao Yingxi reached for the car door, but after several attempts, she found it was locked.

She turned her head, her voice as indifferent as ever, yet a hint of nervousness could be detected: "Open the door, I want to get off!"

Xi Yuanchen, who had been leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes upon hearing this, turned his head, and reached out to her.

Yao Yingxi instinctively stepped back defensively, placing her hands in front of her, looking wary.

Xi Yuanchen's gaze darkened, and his voice turned noticeably colder: "Are you afraid of me?"