Golden Temptation – A Yuri Story - Chapter 2

Jing Xuan led these men to the back alley behind Huatian. The man in black, sensing something was off, barked nervously, “I’m warning you, you little punk—don’t try anything funny, or I’ll make you regret it!”
Jing Xuan stopped, turned around, and glanced at him with a mischievous smile, saying nothing. Will, trailing behind, couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the thug’s pitiful bravado.
Flustered, the man in black snapped, “Alright, that’s it! I’m teaching you a lesson today!”
He charged at Jing Xuan, fist raised, aiming for her face. But Jing Xuan moved quicker, sidestepping with ease. Despite his size and strength—the man was even taller than Jing Xuan’s 183 cm frame and built like a tank—he was clearly no match for her agility. Though Jing Xuan’s androgynous appearance and tall build often concealed her gender, she was still a woman—but a highly skilled and nimble one.
They exchanged blows, but Jing Xuan hadn’t struck back once. The man’s breathing became erratic, his movements sloppy. Jing Xuan, still smiling, shifted her tone to icy calm: “You’ve already used all your strength. I haven’t even started.”
In a flash, she closed the distance, driving her elbow into his carotid artery. He was caught completely off guard and slammed against the alley wall. Debris tumbled down, crashing into his face and body.
Enraged, he staggered up, roared, and lunged at her again. But Jing Xuan remained calm. She caught his punch with her left hand, grabbed his shoulder with her right, twisted his arm, pivoted, and used his own momentum to throw him over her back. He crashed onto the ground with a sickening thud.
The impact shattered two of his ribs. He lay groaning, barely able to move.
Jing Xuan walked over and grabbed his collar, her voice sharp and cold: “I don’t care if you’re from the Black Dragon Gang or the White Dragon Gang. If you’re looking for trouble, learn who you’re messing with. Next time, you won’t be this lucky. You want money? Fine—I’ll give you some. Consider it your hospital fee. Take it and get lost.”
She dropped him, and he collapsed back to the ground, only able to groan.
Jing Xuan waved Will over. Will grinned and said, “No need to explain, Boss. I got it.” Jing Xuan nodded, clapped his shoulder, and headed back inside.
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Back in the main hall, everyone looked over curiously—only Jing Xuan had returned. The thug was nowhere in sight. The other men in black tensed up, clearly agitated and ready to confront her, but the security guards had already surrounded them. They couldn’t even move, let alone go after Jing Xuan.
Gao Zhe and Yan Jun rushed over. “Ah Jing, are you okay?” Gao Zhe asked, her concern written all over his face.
Jing Xuan felt a warmth in her chest. “I’m fine. It’s nothing.”
Soon after, Will and the defeated man in black emerged. Gone was his earlier arrogance—he looked utterly dejected, limping as though frostbitten and wilted.
His underlings gathered around, calling him “Boss,” but he ignored them, shook his head, and left with his men in tow.
The chaos had scattered most of the customers, and those who remained had lost interest. After seeing Gao Zhe and the others off, Jing Xuan gave the order to close the place.
Anna walked over. “Boss, we’re fine. The next batch of guests usually arrives around now. Isn’t it a bit early to shut down?”
“It’s alright. Everyone’s been working hard these past few days. Let’s rest. If you all get worn out, who’ll help me make money, huh?” she laughed.
Anna nodded and turned to leave, but Jing Xuan called out, “Anna—wait. Let’s head back together after we close.”
“Sure,” Anna smiled and walked off.
Anna was a Nigerian woman, around fifty years old. She was both a singer and cleaner at Huatian, affectionately known as Aunt Anna. Her rich, soulful renditions of African folk songs were a staple at the club.
She had two daughters and a son. The eldest studied in the U.S., her son served in the Nigerian military, and her youngest daughter, Jenny, attended college locally. After losing her husband early, Anna had struggled to raise them alone. She met Jing Xuan while selling bl00d at the hospital. Jing Xuan had given her a job and supported her family since—Anna saw her as a savior.
After closing, Jing Xuan drove Anna home. They lived in an aging apartment complex on the city’s edge—one of the better places in a rough neighborhood.
“How’s Jenny doing?” Jing Xuan asked as they drove.
Jenny suffered from congenital anemia, and financial hardship had delayed her treatment. Meeting Jing Xuan changed that.
“She’s doing better. The supplements have helped. She hasn’t gotten dizzy lately, and I still have money left from what you gave us last time. Don’t worry, Boss.”
“Hehe, good. And remember, if you need anything, just call me. No need to be shy. And don’t call me Boss outside work—just Ajing.”
“Alright… Thank you, boss—uh, I mean, Ajing.”
“Haha, that’s better.”
Anna hesitated. “Those men from earlier…?”
“Nothing but small-time thugs,” Jing Xuan said casually.
They arrived. Jing Xuan parked and waited as Anna got out.
“Come in for a bit. Jenny wants to see you,” Anna offered.
Jing Xuan looked at the sky and smiled. “It’s late. I’ll visit her another time. Go get some rest.”
“Alright. You rest up too, Ajing!”
“Got it. Night!”
She watched Anna safely enter before speeding off into the night.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, in a dim alley…
“Let me go! Let me go!”
“Lin Hao, you bastard—let me go!”
“Help! Help me!”
A man’s heavy breathing filled the alley. Clothes tore. A woman sobbed, “No… please…”
Qiao Fei was pinned against the wall, struggling, but her resistance only seemed to inflame Lin Hao’s lust. In such a desolate place, who would come?
As she stared hopelessly at the starless sky, her spirit broke.
But then—Lin Hao suddenly crumpled to the side, knocked away by a tall figure emerging from the shadows.
Qiao Fei collapsed into a strong, warm embrace. That was the last thing she felt before everything went black.