The Long-awaited Mr Han Chapter 3 - Those Who Should Be Teased, Must Be Teased

Ha, a paltry 10 yuan. Can you believe he actually tried to dismiss her as if she were a mere beggar?

He Zhengbai, the esteemed second young master of the grand Long Qing Corporation, renowned as both a top-tier actor and a gifted producer, had evidently managed to unearth a 10 yuan note from his wallet. It must have been quite the arduous task for him.

However, precisely at that juncture, the rhythmic ringing of the hotel room's doorbell echoed.

As Han Zhuoli’s gaze shifted towards the sound, his grip on her jawbone inadvertently slackened.

Seizing this fleeting moment, Lu Man forcefully pushed his hand away and bolted into the adjacent bathroom.

A sharp *click* resonated as Lu Man secured the bathroom door, causing Han Zhuoli’s eyes to narrow ominously.

With the doorbell’s persistent insistence, he mused over her unusual entry through the window and the prior disturbance from the next-door hotel room, a cold chuckle escaping his lips before he finally opened the door.

Standing before him were two police officers, the hotel manager, a hotel staff member, and an unfamiliar man and woman.

Upon recognizing the man He Zhengbai’s eyes widened in surprise, and beside him, Lu Qi registered a jolt of pleasant astonishment. Who would have thought they’d chance upon Han Zhuoli here!

Not a soul had anticipated Han Zhuoli occupying the adjacent room!

Overcome with a surge of excitement, Lu Qi found her breathing quickening uncontrollably.

“Young Master Han, please accept our sincerest apologies for this disturbance,” the manager began, his voice strained. “The guest in the adjacent room has sustained a severe injury, and it’s highly probable the perpetrator escaped mere moments ago. Might we inquire if you happened to see anyone suspicious?”

A mocking curve graced Han Zhuoli’s lips. So, the woman from moments ago was the very suspect who had inflicted harm?

Just then, a captivating female voice emerged from behind Han Zhuoli. “Li, darling, why are you taking so long to return? I’ve been longing for you for such an age…”

The voice possessed a bewitching quality that could render merely listening to it debilitating. Curiously, everyone except Lu Qi seemed subtly affected, their attention drawn towards the source of the alluring sound. He Zhengbai and Lu Qi stood utterly dumbfounded upon beholding the woman.

That woman, miraculously, was none other than Lu Man.

He Zhengbai instinctively rubbed his eyes, struggling to reconcile the sight with disbelief.

Yet, there was no mistaking the woman, draped solely in a towel as she approached them – it had to be Lu Man!

The simple white towel seemed to accentuate the alabaster fairness and youthful bloom of her skin. He Zhengbai remained oblivious to the silken smoothness of her complexion, and equally unaware of her stunning figure, so captivating that one would fear missing even a single, fleeting moment by averting their gaze.

Indeed. These were details he had never known.

This was solely because Lu Man, ever the prude, had consistently denied him any physical intimacy.

And yet, here she stood, adorned only in a towel, within Han Zhuoli’s private quarters.

Han Zhuoli turned his back to the visitors at the door, his gaze lifting to meet Lu Man’s, an eyebrow arched inquisitively.

Swallowing the tremor of apprehension deep within her heart, Lu Man mustered every ounce of her courage, determined to maintain the persona of a seductive enchantress. With a deliberate sway of her slender hips, she glided gracefully towards Han Zhuoli.

Mercifully, her tenure as Lu Qi’s assistant had equipped her with a modicum of acting prowess, honed through countless hours observing film productions.

Pausing directly before Han Zhuoli, Lu Man rose onto the balls of her feet, her arms encircling his neck.

Han Zhuoli inclined his head, his eyes narrowing slightly, a picture of unruffled composure as he patiently awaited her next move.

He observed her with the detached amusement of a languid leopard, bored yet intrigued, watching the small prey darting before him. He possessed the power to end it instantly, but chose instead to savor the chase.

Sensing his deliberate inaction, Lu Man understood his reluctance to engage. Bracing herself, she leaned closer. As if confronting her imminent demise, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his.

Good heavens!

She had actually kissed the revered male god!

A sudden realization washed over Lu Man: her previous existence had been a complete waste. What was the point of living a life of honesty and virtue?

After all, she had endured relentless bullying, betrayal by her boyfriend, insidious schemes from her own stepsister, and ultimately, abandonment by her father. All these culminated in a tragic end.

However, this time, she refused to tread the same path!

Her resolve was to protect her mother and exact her vengeance. She harbored no desire to be the meek, virtuous soul trampled by all, ever again!

In this lifetime, she yearned to achieve every single aspiration she had ever held dear.

Furthermore, she was determined to settle the score with that wicked man and woman for the transgressions they had committed against her.

As for the male god beside her? Those who deserved to be captivated, would most certainly be captivated!