Chapter Five: A Delivery Rider in Couture

It was not gentle. It felt like two men fighting for the initiative. Jibai froze for only a heartbeat before biting back, fingers pressing the old scars at Yanci's nape. The guest at the door apologized and fled. When the footsteps faded, they remained one breath apart. “He's gone,” Jibai said. “I know.” “Then why are you still holding me?” Yanci released him slowly, his gaze more dangerous than when Jibai had named him. “Because you didn't push me away.” Two clicks came from the wine racks. Mingshu opened a hidden safe and stepped out, pale, carrying a sealed evidence bag. “Flirt somewhere else. These are original authorizations for the foundation's overseas accounts and my mother's final medication records.