Seducing Him - Chapter 50
“Thank you.”
Ci Yiyang curved her eyes at him in a smile, then noticed that he seemed to be dressed rather heavily.
The boy was wearing a long-sleeved windbreaker and black trousers, though the nearby window was still open. The damp, hot wind that blew in pressed the fabric against his body, faintly outlining his lean waist and abdomen.
Ci Yiyang shot him a sidelong glance before turning to close the window.
But before her fingers touched it, a hand suddenly reached out from behind her.
Bang. The window was shut.
The abrupt sound pierced the silent night. Ci Yiyang’s brows twitched without reason.
She turned around. The boy was standing before her, head lowered, gazing at her. His arms braced casually on either side of her, yet the gesture unmistakably trapped her in his embrace.
“Jiejie, where did you go? Why are you coming back this late?”
He was tall, and hemming her in a narrow space gave off a very clear sense of oppression.
Though his tone carried no reproach, it still made her heartbeat quicken with a strange sense of guilt.
Her lips pressed into a crimson line as she pushed lightly at his chest. “I went to the hospital. Step aside—it’s hot.”
He obediently retreated a step.
The suffocating feeling finally eased. Ci Yiyang exhaled slowly.
Lu Jin leaned one hand on the window ledge, eyes half-lidded as he watched her relax. “Then why didn’t Jiejie answer my call?”
“My phone was on silent. I didn’t hear it.” Her voice was soft and gentle, her upturned brows shimmering faintly under the cold moonlight outside, making it impossible not to believe her.
On silent?
His gaze, cool and detached, lingered on her fair, sincere face. He smiled faintly, asking nothing further, only murmuring, “It’s been several days since Jiejie came to see me.”
His low voice, as always, carried threads of sticky affection that made her ears tingle.
“I’ve just been busy.” She feigned ignorance of the gloom in his words and turned her face aside with weariness. “It’s late. I have to go to the hospital tomorrow. I’m tired. You should rest too.”
She started upstairs, but after only two steps, her wrist was caught.
“Jiejie.”
His fingertips were chillingly cold, making her shiver involuntarily.
Ci Yiyang turned back to him.
His smile remained gentle, but the words were strange: “If he never wakes up, would you keep going to the hospital every day, like now—always too busy to see me?”
What did he mean?
Ci Yiyang frowned, assuming he only felt neglected and was speaking in childish pique.
He was still just a boy, after all.
Her irritation faded. She lifted her free hand to gently caress his face, coaxing softly, “No. Go back and rest early.”
He lowered his lashes and nuzzled into her palm with intimacy, humming lightly before releasing her.
She drew back her hand and walked away without another glance at the boy in the hall.
Only when her back disappeared did he lower his thin eyelids, whispering with gloomy ambiguity—
“As expected… should have just killed him.”
No one knew who he meant.
Lu0 Lin had regained consciousness around midnight. The doctors had conducted a full examination—no major problems, except his legs, which were lost in the accident.
When Ci Yiyang and Lu Jin arrived, Lu Lan was already by his side, speaking gently to comfort him.
She hadn’t yet brought up breaking up. Facing her, Lu Jin could still force a semblance of warmth, but only until Ci Yiyang entered the room.
The moment she did, he noticed his expression shift oddly, his gaze flickering again and again toward the boy lounging in a chair behind her.
Ci Yiyang followed his line of sight.
As usual, Lu Jin treated him with cold indifference. His thin hands were idly peeling fruit with a knife, movements slow and composed. Anyone unfamiliar with him would only assume he was naturally aloof.
She didn’t see anything unusual.
“Lu Jin, are you really leaving the hospital tonight? Why not stay a few more days?” Lu Lan coaxed him to remain for observation.
Since waking and discovering he’d lost his legs, he had fiercely rejected staying. He insisted on discharge, and Lu Lan had hurried over, so worried she hadn’t even broached breaking up, afraid of worsening his condition.
Lu Jin’s mind wandered. Gazing at her tender face, he recalled the phone call he’d received just before the crash.
The boy had rarely called him—this was only the second time.
The first had been during negotiations for Beichen Manor. At the time, Luo Lin didn’t know him, only later realizing he was Lu Lan’s son.
He had assumed Luo Lin was helping match him with Lu Lan.
Until the second call.
The boy’s voice had been unfailingly courteous, almost refined, as he asked why Luo Lin hadn’t brought Ci Yiyang back. He said he’d been waiting for her.
At first, Luo Lin hadn’t understood the meaning behind the words. But then the boy politely asked if the wedding could be postponed.
Luo Lin no longer remembered his exact reply, only that he had insisted on marrying quickly.
Otherwise, with the debts and compounding interest, he could never repay.
Only by marrying Lu Lan—and accessing her and Lu Jin’s assets—could he legally make use of funds.
Perhaps Lu Jin sensed something. Hearing his refusal to delay, the boy had simply hung up.
And then came the car crash.
Before blacking out, Luo Lin had slumped against the steering wheel and, through the window, glimpsed a car passing by. In its open window, the boy’s beautiful face flickered into view.
He was smiling.
But it hadn’t been his car that hit him—perhaps just coincidence.
After all, Lu Lan said Lu Jin was on his way to pick up Ci Yiyang.
“Luo Lin?” Lu Lan’s worried voice brought him back. She turned to the silent boy and said, “Ah Jin, go call the doctor.”
Lu Jin slowly looked up, set the peeled fruit in front of Ci Yiyang, then pressed the call button. “No rush. There’s a call bell here.”
His voice was gentle toward Lu Lan, but he never glanced once at the man on the bed. Luo Lin’s whole body tensed, hardly daring to breathe.
The doctor arrived quickly.
Luo Lin was physically stable, but he insisted on discharge.
Lu Lan, unable to dissuade him, agreed to bring him back to the estate.
The manor had a medical team; his recovery there was fine. He couldn’t stay in the main house—it was inconvenient with stairs—so another villa in the estate was prepared.
Anywhere but a hospital suited him.
Afterward, Lu Lan spoke to Ci Yiyang privately.
In short: while Luo Lin remained fragile, she would stay at the manor to care for him.
Ci Yiyang no longer cared about their relationship, so she had no objections.
The discharge proceeded quickly.
Because she had promised to visit Jing Zuoyuan, and since Luo Lin was leaving, she wouldn’t be coming to the hospital often anymore, so she needed to tell him.
She excused herself, not following them back to the estate, but instead went straight to another building to see Jing Zuoyuan.
As she waited for the elevator on the first floor, her phone chimed.
A message from Lu Jin:
[lu: Jiejie, where are you going? When are you coming back today?]
She glanced at the time.
It had only been ten minutes since she left Luo Lin’s room.
She typed back that she had errands and would return later.
No reply came. Just then, the VIP ward’s private elevator arrived.
At the door, Jing Zuoyuan was already waiting in his wheelchair.
“Why are you at the door?” She went forward and pushed him inside.
He smiled. “Alone and bored. Came to wait for you.”
“I should tell you, my father has been discharged. I might not come to the hospital as often anymore,” she said.
His hand on the wheelchair paused before he covered his disappointment. “It’s fine. Come occasionally. I should be discharged soon too.”
He was already mostly fine, only his leg still in a cast. Hospitalization was more convenient.
They entered his room.
Ci Yiyang helped him onto the bed, then hung up the IV before sitting by his side.
He studied her face. “Why do you look unwell today? Did you not sleep?”
She shook her head. “No. Isn’t it time to change your IV? How many bags left?”
He looked at the half-empty drip. “Two more.”
“I’ll call a nurse.” She pressed the call button, then sat again.
They chatted a while longer.
But as the IV neared empty, no one came. Worried about bl00d backflow, she rose. “I’ll fetch the nurse.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
The VIP nurse station wasn’t far. She quickly reported his room number.
The nurse checked records, realizing the call had indeed been logged but not handled.
Apologizing, she hurried off to fetch supplies.
“It’s fine. It’s about to backflow. I’ll go watch him first,” Ci Yiyang said before returning upstairs.
The elevator stopped on the fifth floor.
When the doors slid open, she froze—
The boy who should have gone back to the manor was standing there, staring directly at her. His face held no smile.
Lu Jin!
Instinctively, she jabbed the close door button.
But he planted a hand on the door frame, stopping it.
The doors refused to shut. She gave up.
There was no reason to hide, really. But the timing—he had just asked where she was, when she’d return. Now he was here, unsurprised, as if he had expected it.
Her chest tightened with unease.
“Why are you here? Didn’t you go back?” she asked calmly.
His gaze fell on her tense expression. He said nothing.
After several long seconds, his frozen expression softened into false warmth. “Jiejie left in such a hurry. I was worried, so I followed you. Then I found you hadn’t left the hospital—you came here.”
As though familiar with the place, he pulled her out of the elevator, strolling leisurely down the corridor.
“So Jiejie wasn’t busy with errands. It was someone else in need—and Jiejie came to care for him.”
His voice was calm, never explaining why he had sent that earlier message pretending not to know.
Ci Yiyang followed, her back cold with sweat.
They stopped before a room.
He opened the door, and she stepped in.
Suddenly, he bent close, burying his face in her neck, breathing her in with greedy intensity. His muffled voice was low:
“Jiejie said she had to stay at the hospital, so I rushed over worried she’d be tired. But it turns out… Jiejie came to care for someone else.”
He lifted his head, eyes flicking over her white dress. A faint smile curved his lips. “I just noticed—Jiejie wore a dress today. Was it for me?”
“No… ah—!” she gasped when his teeth sank sharply into her neck. Pain welled her eyes with tears as she shoved his shoulders.
“Lu Jin, that hurts!”
He released her, lifting his lids. His dark gaze gleamed with eerie depth.
If it wasn’t for him… then it was for someone else.
But everything about Jiejie should belong to him.
Clutching her neck, she glared. “Are you a dog? Why do you always bite?”
He showed no anger at the insult. Instead, his fingers brushed through her hair, coaxing her to let go.
Furious, she released him.
He studied the bite mark, fingertips grazing it.
Her skin was delicate and fair, always easy to bruise beneath his touch. This sudden bite left an especially vivid mark.
Lowering his lashes, his beautiful face wore false regret. “Did I hurt you? Sorry. I lost control. But I’ve told Jiejie many times—I don’t like him. And yet you sneak off to see him. So this is your punishment.”
Her laugh was sharp. “And what are we, exactly? Who are you to control who I see?”
His hand stilled. Slowly, he raised his eyes to hers, lips curved naturally, but his gaze was icy. “What does Jiejie think we are?”
She didn’t want to argue. Turning away, she reached for the door—
But in a flash, he wrapped his arms around her waist, hoisted her over his shoulder.
Her eyes widened in shock. She clutched at his shoulders in panic. “Lu Jin, what are you doing! Put me down!”
This floor was filled with VIP suites, each one like a minimalist luxury apartment.
Without a word, he carried her straight to the bed and threw her onto it.