Chapter Eighty-Four: Curiosity Killed the Cat

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“I have a private question for you, Betia. Could you come with me for a moment?”

He led Betia to a small parlor on the second floor—a place Liu Yunfei rarely visited. When he met men, it was usually in the main hall; when it came to women, he preferred the bedroom. This parlor was modest, furnished with a few dark, European-style sofas, a fireplace, and bookshelves lining the wall, crammed full. Liu Yunfei thought it was indeed an excellent place for a rendezvous.

In truth, Liu Yunfei simply wanted to spend some time alone with Betia; the main hall was too crowded to make a move. But unexpectedly, Betia proved resourceful. Liu Yunfei subtly hinted at his troubles—of course, he didn’t reveal they were his own, only saying it was a friend’s dilemma.

“Then your friend could establish a foundation. You’re so clever, how could you not think of this?” Betia leaned back against the sofa, as if she might burst right through her clothes.

“Oh, that’s a good idea. Holding shares in the name of a foundation—but wouldn’t people still know who owns the foundation?” Liu Yunfei feigned elegance, sitting next to Betia.

“Not necessarily. In Switzerland, you can apply to set up an anonymous foundation. Apart from a few administrators, no one knows the actual owner, just like the early days of the Quantum Fund. But your friend would need to find a suitable executive secretary.” Betia moved slightly to the side, not daring to get too close to this rogue.

Liu Yunfei shifted closer, still pressing against her. Shamelessly, he thought: I don’t really understand business, but I’d be great at war. Business battles aren’t my strength, but if this talented woman would devote herself to working for me, that would be wonderful. As the saying goes, to manage my accounts, you have to share my bed. Though poaching her from Old Lady Gao is a bit low, I don’t have time to recruit.

“Betia, what if I invited you to be the secretary? The prospects are limitless; you can name your salary. Besides, this is a position on par with the Secretary-General of the United Nations.” Liu Yunfei felt like the wolf disguised as Granny, tempting Little Red Riding Hood.

“I’m not interested.” Betia refused flatly, moving further away.

“If I were to set up this foundation myself, would you be willing to help me?” Liu Yunfei, failing to tempt her, flashed a charming smile and moved closer, deploying his handsome allure.

“Oh? You? A prince worried about revealing his wealth?” Betia eyed Liu Yunfei with suspicion, thinking he was not just a rogue but something more. She forgot to evade him, and indeed, she couldn’t move any farther—she was right against the sofa arm.

“Well, actually, I have two identities. One must remain secret for now. The key is, will you help me? You’re very important to me. See, I’m discussing this only with you—Salina and the others know nothing. You must keep this confidential.” Liu Yunfei whispered mysteriously in Betia’s ear.

Perhaps it was gossip’s pull; men and women alike are curious about the secrets of others, especially when those secrets are hinted at but not revealed. The mind becomes as restless as a cat scratching, until it drives itself mad—perhaps this is the origin of ‘curiosity killed the cat’. Betia felt this keenly now. Since hearing the rogue’s piano tune and becoming entangled with him, she’d been fascinated by him. Now, discovering he had a hidden identity, with only one person privy to it, her heart was both excited and impulsive.

“Come on, reveal a bit. What identity? Are you a spy? Like James Bond? Tell me!” Betia was animated, clinging to Liu Yunfei’s arm and shaking it.

Ah, how delightful—who would have thought this usually reserved model could act so coquettish? Liu Yunfei’s happiest body part was surely that arm, as Betia’s ample chest pressed against it.

“All right, I’ll reveal a bit of top-secret information.” Liu Yunfei feigned secrecy, scanning the room though he knew no one was there. Betia, too, looked around nervously. “Actually, I’m here on a sacred and mysterious mission. If you can keep it secret, I’d like to invite you to join me in carrying out this arduous task.”

Seeing Betia nod with determined abandon, as if she were a true agent on a mission, Liu Yunfei nearly laughed. Would eating forbidden fruit count as sacred and mysterious? Nevertheless, he kept a cold, cautious expression. “Come closer—no one else must hear, or everyone will be at risk. Closer still.”

Now Liu Yunfei was tightly embracing Betia. The contact was indescribably full and soft; his lips pressed to her ear, and he could feel a certain part of his body transforming. He breathed heavily and whispered, “The task isn’t so difficult. I’m carrying a treasure that modern science cannot understand. Many hostile terrorist organizations want to steal this treasure from me. They’re watching me. I want to leave it with you for safekeeping. If you’re afraid, never mind—the task may be too much for an ordinary person.” He loosened his embrace slightly, playing coy.

“I’m no ordinary person. I’ve trained in martial arts and kickboxing since childhood. Terrorists don’t scare me—I’m willing to help.”

“This treasure is so rare and precious it must be hidden in the most secret place on your body, so the villains won’t find it.”

“All right, where should I put it? Mm…” Betia wasn’t crying—she simply couldn’t speak, because Liu Yunfei’s lips had sealed hers. This was the second time she’d kissed this rogue, and as he pressed his lips to hers, she wondered what this kiss had to do with the sacred and mysterious mission. But Liu Yunfei’s tongue slipped into her mouth, teasing her own. She was lost in the deep kiss, feeling as though each time Liu Yunfei kissed her, she entered a dream—like a prince awakening Sleeping Beauty, stirring in Betia the love and desire suppressed for over twenty years. Soon she responded with her own tongue, launching a vigorous counterattack.

Liu Yunfei knew his passionate kiss had made her dizzy—just a little dizzy, and she’d quickly recover, as she did before. He had to arouse her desire to ensure she wouldn’t slip away. No longer merely sitting, Liu Yunfei half-stood, kissing her as he adjusted his position, pressing Betia beneath him. When her cotton T-shirt was pushed up to her neck, a pair of full, firm breasts sprang free. Liu Yunfei’s hands climbed the peaks, kneading them.

Magnificent. Thinking of Salina’s voluptuous figure, he was surprised Betia’s clothes fit so snugly—like two footballs. He loved football, but these were not for kicking, only caressing. The more he touched, the more excited he became; the fire burning within him grew ever hotter, as if it might set their clothes aflame. To prevent that, he naturally removed them. When Liu Yunfei stripped himself and pressed against Betia, trying to pull down her jeans, Betia began to regain her senses, gripping her pants tightly to stop the rogue.

But he couldn’t allow her to recover. Liu Yunfei began kissing Betia’s neck and chin; he’d found through experience that these were her most sensitive spots. Betia slipped again into confusion, desire flooding her body. This was a sensation she’d never felt before—urgent, insistent, unwilling to stop, only wanting the rogue to kiss her harder. Actually, he wasn’t so bad, she thought. With this in mind, her hands unconsciously released her pants, instead clutching Liu Yunfei’s shoulders and back.

Liu Yunfei took the pink, stiff nipples into his mouth, slowly pulling Betia’s jeans and underwear down to her calves, then used his foot to kick away the cumbersome garments. Betia’s well was already moist; when Liu Yunfei touched her, he found it perfectly smooth, clean, and soft—a natural white tiger. Delighted, he aimed for the target, pressing what he called the treasure of modern science to the entrance, whispering in her ear, “Then I’ll place the treasure in your most secret place, my dear.”

Betia’s breathing was already ragged, her body writhing against Liu Yunfei. If not for a shred of embarrassment, she would have pulled him inside herself long ago. She had understood the so-called mission for some time now, and seeing Liu Yunfei still waiting for an answer, she thought, You’ve come this far, why not just go in? Frustrated, she slapped Liu Yunfei’s buttocks hard. With a smack, Betia let out a muffled groan through her nose, feeling herself suddenly filled—ah, honesty is best. How comfortable it was.