Rose Manor: Tycoon's Relentless Chase
Chapter 23 - 20: A Pleasant Night

Chapter 23: Chapter 20: A Pleasant Night

Mandiri is a five-star hotel under the Junshan Group, with a curved exterior that is simple yet luxurious. Viewed from above, its floor plan resembles an unfolded fan. _{fr\(e)ew(e)b.(n)o (v)(e)l.com}

The nine o’clock evening chill was as sharp as water. Through the revolving glass door and the floor-to-ceiling windows, one could see the lobby’s gleaming floor, the streamlined silver front desk, and a giant crystal chandelier shaped like a lotus flower, sparkling with dazzling brilliance.

Qin Fan stepped out of a silver-grey Porsche, tugging at the open lapel of his suit.

The valet at the entrance was attentive, swiftly stepping down to catch the car keys tossed by the man and helped park the car.

With a spring in his step, Qin Fan walked into the hotel lobby, pulling out a thin room card from the pocket of his trousers and spinning it twice between his fingers, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The room card was delivered to him by someone at Yin Shuyao’s request in the afternoon, packaged in an envelope.

Seeing the room card, Qin Fan understood that Yin Shuyao must have caught his hint from the night before last.

Qin Fan secretly praised her; dealing with a smart woman was indeed effortless.

The elevator dinged as it came to a stop on the first floor, and Qin Fan stepped inside with one hand in his pocket, turning to face outward, his handsome face barely able to conceal his joy, even the sharpness of his brows softening a bit.

Thinking about the woman he glanced at that night, who was soon to be his, Qin Fan felt a restlessness at heart, his bones were tingling, and he wished he could hold her close right away.

He casually pulled out his phone, typing to ask Yin Shuyao: "When will your cousin arrive?"

Yin Shuyao replied: "In an hour."

An hour to wait. Qin Fan touched his chin, convincing himself to be more patient.

A beautiful woman is worth the wait.

The elevator arrived at the sixteenth floor, a soft ding announcing its arrival. Qin Fan put away his phone, tilted his head to loosen his tie, and stepped out of the lift, swiping the card to enter the suite.

The innermost bedroom carried a faint rose fragrance, with a metal tray placed on an amber-colored coffee table, a bottle of red wine and two goblets atop it.

Qin Fan sprawled into the sofa, leaning forward to pick up the prominent bottle of red wine, a small card tucked beneath its bottom with a line of handwritten text.

[Red wine for Mr. Qin and sister, enjoy tonight—Yin Shuyao]

Qin Fan’s gaze slowly lifted with a hint of amusement. So it was Yin Shuyao’s arrangement, not provided by the hotel. He glanced at the wine label, noticing its quite aged, a fine bottle indeed. The cork was half-opened, convenient for direct consumption.

Who knew, Yin Shuyao was quite adept at this.

Qin Fan pulled out the cork, poured a little into each goblet, picking up one to gently swirl it, bringing it to his nose to sniff the rich, full-bodied aroma.

The scent lingered, not dissipating easily.

He had a penchant for collecting wines, and encountering one that suited his taste, his restraint faltered during the wait, inadvertently drinking a few more cups, warming his body gradually.

Simply yanking off the tie, undoing two buttons at the collar of his shirt, Qin Fan leaned askew against the sofa back, thinking that a slightly intoxicated state was ideal for the occasion, refraining from drinking more, patiently waiting for the beauty’s arrival.

An hour was so lengthy, yet so short.

When the knock on the door sounded, Qin Fan froze for a moment, his heartbeat suddenly speeding up, walking over with restless steps, a parched mouth.

Opening the door with one hand, a spark ignited in Qin Fan’s smoky eyes; he finally saw the woman he had been longing for.

Isn’t her name Shen Jianian?

"Jianian..."

Qin Fan called out infatuatedly, not wishing to rush the beauty, yet an uncontrollable warmth within compelled him to wrap his arms around the slender and graceful form before him; her waist beneath his palm felt just as he had imagined, soft and delicate, like a tender willow branch.

The wine surged within him, his face flushed unnaturally red, forgetting to shut the door as his heated lips sought hers.

*

After a night of madness, Qin Fan found immense satisfaction in body and soul, embracing the person in his arms as he fell into a deep sleep. Before drifting off, a thought emerged: she’s so beautiful, marrying her wouldn’t be a loss.

"Shen Jianian, wait for me to marry you, wait for me..."

The sleeping man murmured sleepily, easily making a promise.

The woman in his arms, not asleep, opened her eyes, her delicate fingers clutching a corner of the blanket tightly, with a shortness of breath, a growing hatred for Shen Jianian hidden within.

It was merely lust; she believed Qin Fan’s obsession with Shen Jianian was no more than an unattainable fixation without deep emotions, yet he called her name in his dreams, speaking of marriage?

But what about her?

When he wakes to find it’s her beside him, what will happen?

No matter his attitude, she already had an escape plan, ensuring things would develop as she desired without any unforeseen mishaps.

Since childhood, Hu Yuzhi had taught her that anything she wanted must be fought for; merely waiting would bring nothing. Previously, she had earned Shen Jianian’s trust by posing as a considerate sister, willingly bestowing elegant attire, jewelry, and those exclusive party invitations out of her reach.

A mere man, to her, was well within grasp.

Yin Shuyao closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly released it, calming her restless emotions somewhat. The aching, fatigue swept over her body, unable to resist drowsiness, drawing her into sleep.

At dawn, Qin Fan woke before the person beside him, eyes yet unopened, his palm resting on his forehead, furrowing his brows with a slight hangover discomfort.

Thinking of last night spent with Shen Jianian, filled with countless moments of passionate affection, soothed the discomfort entirely, his hand subconsciously reached over, gently kneading the soft arm of the woman next to him.

Qin Fan chuckled in a low voice, dipping his head, seeking the face of the person in his arms, lightly touching her cheek before opening his eyes.

Beneath his dazed gaze lay a serene and lovely sleeping face, her brows and eyes reminiscent of his memories.

When his mind cleared and vision sharpened, he froze, eyes widening to confirm repeatedly who lay beneath him.

What happened?!

He remembered sleeping with Shen Jianian last night; how could it turn into Yin Shuyao?

Though the sisters bore some semblance in their brows and eyes, it wasn’t enough to mistake one for the other.

His temple throbbed with veins, Qin Fan pinched his frown vigorously, wondering if it was due to the drinking last night?

Soon, he dismissed the thought, as his usual tolerance wasn’t this poor; mere glasses of wine wouldn’t intoxicate him enough to confuse people.

Numerous uncertainties flashed in his mind, Qin Fan’s brows furrowed tightly as he withdrew the arm the woman had pillowed beneath her neck, disbelievingly retreating nearly tumbling off the bed.

The quilt was pulled to his side, leaving Yin Shuyao exposed, her body lying bare in the air, marked red and purple marks of varying depths on her fair skin, revealing all that transpired last night.

Seeing these glaring marks, Qin Fan’s head throbbed, recalling his own ferocity from last night...

Yin Shuyao murmured slightly, waking from sleep, seeing Qin Fan’s deeply furrowed brows and restraining anger, awaking her nerves tautly.

Understanding her current situation, Yin Shuyao’s mind spun swiftly in seconds, already forming a strategy.

She cried out sharply, pulling back the quilt to cover her unclothed body, burying her head and wheeping softly, her shoulders beneath the blanket shook correspondingly.

In the quiet hotel suite, morning light failed to pierce through the blackout curtains, offering a dim brightness, as the figure on the bed curled into a ball with low sobs.

Qin Fan had absolutely no intention of tender mercy, his face darkly impatient, questioning: "Stop crying, what happened? Didn’t you say your cousin would come last night? I saw her, how come it’s you?"

Unwilling to remain on the same bed, he climbed out, dressed in the trousers that had fallen beside the bed, seeking the shirt forgotten somewhere.