The Guide to Rising to Power: The Ultimate Schemes of a Green Tea Beauty

Xiao Weilin shoved Shen Yao into the passenger seat of his black Rolls-Royce, his movements carrying lingering anger and a desperate urgency to escape the scene.

He slammed the car door shut, walked around to the driver's seat, started the engine, and the high-performance sports car let out a deep roar, ready to go.

Just as Xiao Weilin was about to step on the gas and leave this place that had made him lose face, Shen Yao acted as if nothing had happened. She took out her phone from her handbag, tapped the screen a few times, then turned the screen towards him, speaking as naturally as if she were directing her own driver:

"Xiao Weilin, I want to go here."

The screen displays the address of a high-end hotel located in the city center.

Xiao Weilin's anger flared up again in an instant.

Why does she speak to him in that tone? Who does she think she is? Why should Xiao Weilin listen to her?

He turned his head sharply, wanting to use the harshest words to wake up this woman who was pushing her luck, but when his gaze met her calm, smiling eyes, the curse that was about to come out of his mouth got stuck in a strange way.

Xiao Weilin stared at her intently for a few seconds, his chest heaving violently.

Finally, as if defying himself, he snatched the phone, glanced at the address, and then slammed the steering wheel, the tires screeching against the ground, venting his frustration.

The two remained silent the entire way.

Not long after, the car braked suddenly and stopped in front of the brightly lit hotel.

Xiao Weilin didn't even glance at Shen Yao, coldly uttering two words: "Get down!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Yao did not hesitate at all and obediently unbuckled her seatbelt.

But she didn't get out of the car immediately. Instead, she turned to face Xiao Weilin, her eyes shining brightly in the light, and said softly, "Can you get in? I have something to tell you."

After saying this, she didn't give Xiao Weilin any time to react, refuse, or mock her. She simply opened the car door, got out gracefully, and the hem of her pink dress drew a beautiful arc in the night breeze.

She walked towards the hotel revolving door without looking back, her steps calm and composed, as if she was certain he would follow.

Xiao Weilin slammed his fist hard on the steering wheel, making a dull thud.

Holy crap! What makes her so special?!

The slender figure, outlined by the pink skirt, swayed gracefully under the dazzling lights, gradually receding into the distance, making him restless. An impulse mixed with rage, resentment, and intense curiosity ultimately overwhelmed his reason.

He wanted to see what other tricks this woman could pull!

Xiao Weilin suddenly pushed open the car door and got out of the car as well.

He even forgot that he was still wearing that black silk robe that clashed with his surroundings, and with a fierce aura, he strode after Shen Yao's back and walked into the hotel.

Shen Yao seemed to have anticipated his arrival, so instead of going to the front desk, she went straight to the elevator and pressed the button for her floor.

Xiao Weilin followed her into the elevator with a gloomy face.

In the enclosed space, there was only the sound of their silent breathing and the faint fragrance emanating from Shen Yao.

The elevator arrived at the designated floor with a soft "ding" and the doors opened.

Shen Yao went out first, swiped her key card to open the door of a suite, and stepped aside to let others pass.

Xiao Weilin walked in without hesitation.

The door closed behind me with a soft "click".

The suite was warmly lit and luxuriously furnished, offering a respite from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Xiao Weilin glanced around the room, which was clearly Shen Yao's temporary lodging, and finally, his gaze shot like a sharp sword to Shen Yao, who was standing calmly in the center of the room.

The anger, humiliation, and inexplicable frustration that had been building up all along, along with the irritation that surged when she saw her eye contact with Xiao Weichen, all erupted completely at this moment.

He took a few steps closer to Shen Yao, his tall figure exuding a strong sense of oppression, his voice sounding particularly deep and dangerous due to his desperate suppression:

"Shen Yao, I'm warning you, stop trying to seduce people all the time!"

His tone was full of disdain and a kind of sourness that even he himself didn't fully understand.

"Xiao Weichen? Ha... You have terrible taste. He's just a rigid, boring, workaholic old man! You think you can seduce him? What will you get?!"

Shen Yao ignored Xiao Weilin's disdainful and jealous roar, as if he were just giving an irrelevant speech.

She turned around, walked lightly to the bedside table, picked up an unopened box of safety supplies provided by the hotel, and then sat lazily on the edge of the soft bed.

Then she lowered her head slightly, raised her hand, and gently rubbed her temples with her fingertips. Her voice was weary, as if she were talking to herself, yet also as if she were confiding in him:

"I'm so tired..."

Under the lights, her face still exuded a pure and innocent charm, but the slightly upturned corners of her eyes inadvertently revealed a hint of alluring charm.

A red mark was clearly visible on her wrist, which he had just roughly gripped, like a petal fallen in the snow, both striking and pitiful.

This extreme contrast between purity and allure was like an invisible hook, hooking Xiao Weilin's heart and causing it to pound uncontrollably, making his breath catch in his throat.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes became even more dark and unpredictable.

Xiao Weilin strode forward, walking step by step to the bedside:

"What do you mean?"

Shen Yao slowly raised her head to meet his probing gaze.

She didn't answer, but simply waved the small, square box in front of him, her eyes filled with a naive yet bold provocation.

She just wanted to play with him.

I just wanted to deflate his arrogant and domineering attitude, his tendency to bark like a dog at the drop of a hat.

I just wanted to see just how far this irritable, vicious dog could be tamed.

Thinking this, a very faint smile appeared on her lips.

She reached out and gently brushed his hair back with her fingertips, the gesture carrying an air of intimacy.

Then, his fingers slowly slid down and landed on the black leather collar.

The touch of cool fingertips on his warm skin caused Xiao Weilin to tremble slightly.

Shen Yao hooked her fingers around the edge and pulled him closer to her with a little force.

Xiao Weilin did not resist, but stared at her intently with his eyes, as if trying to see what kind of demon she was going to be.

The distance between them instantly shrank, and they could hear each other's breaths.

Shen Yao tilted her head back, leaning closer to him, her warm breath brushing against his chin, her voice as soft as a whisper, sweet and gentle:

"I'm so tired... I want my puppy... to sleep with me."

The moment she finished speaking, she tilted her head slightly and pressed her soft lips precisely against his Adam's apple, which was slightly protruding and bobbing up and down due to the tugging of the collar.

It was a gentle, moist kiss, yet one that was deadly provocative.

Instantly separate.

Shen Yao stepped back slightly, raised her eyes, and looked at his pupils, which suddenly contracted and his breathing became heavy. Her face still had that innocent expression, as if she hadn't done that bold thing just now.

She blinked and asked softly, her tone even carrying a hint of cautious inquiry:

"May I?"

After a long silence, Xiao Weilin's lips suddenly curled into a cold, crazed smile:

"Shen Yao...you're really tired of living...you want me to *kill* you."