“When did you realize I was fake?” she asked unwillingly.
“The first time we met.”
Her eyes widened. “Impossible!”
“Your eyes were wrong.” Honestly, her shocked expression was quite satisfying.
“What was wrong?”
“No woman sees me without giving a flirtatious look, but you were even more passionate.”
His words seemed to imply she was desperate, making her blush.
“Nonsense!” Damn it! Her usual quick wit seemed useless against him!
He chuckled, unconcerned with her retort. “Why did you go to such lengths?”
She straightened her back. “I want to interview you.”
“Given your dubious background, I suspect your motives are not that simple.” He deliberately provoked her.
He looked down at her, and she tilted her face up, her eyes burning with fearlessness.
Interesting woman, he liked her!
“If I let you do the interview, what would you offer in exchange?” he pondered, stroking his chin.
She deliberately ignored the ambiguity. “When published, we’ll gift a magazine to Mr. Wei.”
“Pity, that’s not what I want.” He tried to sound regretful.
“What do you want?” she asked tremulously, noticing his increasingly dangerous gaze and realizing he had already invaded her personal space.
He swiftly grabbed her waist, his hot breath near her ear.
“I want this little liar.”
She was not a little liar!
Just as Qinyan was about to retort, his thin lips pressed against her soft, tender lips.
Chapter 3: Wei Zhanyi is kissing her!
This kiss held no romantic meaning, only domineering assertion, telling her he was not to be trifled with. However, the warm, wet contact created a subtle chemical reaction, momentarily stunning them both, as if electrified, intoxicating.
He suddenly released her. She gasped from brief oxygen deprivation, her inner fury burning at his despicable tactics, her usually fiery eyes now blazing with rage, glaring at him.
“Is this how you seek revenge?” she asked angrily.
Disgusting! After being kissed by him, her lips carried his taste, making even speaking feel strange.
“I don’t have a habit of kissing enemies, and I don’t want to experience kissing an old man.”
She snorted. “Who knows?”
He laughed. “Being as prickly as a shrimp, that’s your true nature.” “I can accept your interview.”
Seeing a glimmer of hope, her eyes brightened. “When are you willing to…”
“When you become my woman.”
She was stunned for three seconds. “You’re dreaming!”
