Officer Ji, I would like to ask for your help.

The speed at which grown men and women connect is always swift.

Ji Shen pressed the woman’s delicate body heavily in the locker room, his lips indistinctly grazing hers. “Miss Wen, you left your lace bra at my place last time. Want to come over and pick it up?”

“Yes.”

“And then put it on for me?”

“Whether I wear it or not, Officer Ji, is entirely up to you.”

Her off-shoulder mermaid gown was tugged halfway down, exposing her snow-white shoulders to the air. Wen Shuang had never felt this strange sensation before, and she couldn’t help but cling tightly to the man’s head.

Even after Ji Shen brought her home, her legs were still soft, melting like a pool of spring water.

In the end, Wen Shuang suddenly pushed at his chest. “Wait, Officer Ji, I have something to say…”

Ji Shen, still lost in desire, replied in a low, hoarse voice, “Go on.”

“My father has been falsely accused of embezzlement. I want to ask you to investigate.”

Ji Shen froze, staring intently at the flush at the corner of her eyes. “So your ultimate goal in coming to me, offering yourself, was to get me to look into your father’s case?”

His suddenly sharp gaze seemed to pierce her soul.

Wen Shuang bit her lip in embarrassment. “Officer Ji, my father was framed. I’m truly desperate and hoped you could help. Can you…”

He shoved her aside.

The passion that had surged moments before vanished in an instant.

Ji Shen quickly dressed, his handsome face now cold and indifferent.

“Miss Wen, if it were simply about your body, I’d be interested. But if you approach me with ulterior motives, I despise it.”

Ji Shen buttoned his shirt, his tone icy, utterly different from the man who had just wanted to lose himself in her embrace.

It was clear he was showing her the door.

Wen Shuang hadn’t expected to fail at the final step.

Tang Yan had told her that as long as a woman was seductive enough in bed, no matter what she said, the man would agree once his head was turned. She hadn’t expected Ji Shen to be so principled.

Wen Shuang was overwhelmed with shame.

As she was about to leave, remembering her family’s predicament, she couldn’t help but plead, “Officer Ji, I beg you, my father is an upright man—he’s been falsely accused of embezzling public funds. Please, could you help investigate?”

The woman was heartbreakingly beautiful, her dress torn open at the chest, exposing a tempting scene.

Ji Shen tossed her a jacket.

“Miss Wen.”

Wen Shuang lifted her head in hope. “Ji…”

“Please leave.”

She was ruthlessly shown out.

Standing outside the door, Wen Shuang couldn’t hold back her tears.

If the Wen family hadn’t suddenly gone bankrupt, and if her father hadn’t been taken to the police station, she wouldn’t have sunk to such desperate begging.

When she returned home, Aunt Chun was quick to mock her.

“Back so late again! Did you find anyone to help your father?”

Wen Shuang’s face was pale as frost. “No. We’re fallen, and no one wants to help.”

“If no one will help, then figure something out! Your father treated you so well, and you, you ingrate, spend your time dressing up to seduce men instead of trying to get him out!”

Aunt Chun gave her ultimatum. “I don’t care—get your father bailed out by the end of the week, or Yao Yao and I will be left starving!”

Exhausted, Wen Shuang ignored her and went upstairs.

Aunt Chun’s curses continued behind her.

After the Wen family was reported, everything collapsed. Those relatives and friends who used to flock around them disappeared overnight, terrified of being associated with her family.

The company boss was arrested, the stock price plummeted, and the losses were immense.

Every day, new waves of debt collectors showed up.

But there was not a cent left in their home.

Wen Shuang was a senior in the dance department at Imperial University, close to graduation yet unable to find work. During interviews, the judges always praised her, but afterwards, there was no word of acceptance.

Aunt Chun, accustomed to a life of luxury, refused to look for work even after bankruptcy.

Wen Yao still acted like a pampered princess, spending recklessly and partying all night with her classmates.

Wen Shuang needed to find a job quickly and earn money—only then could she afford a lawyer for her father’s case.

Through a friend, she finally found a position at a dance training center, teaching children every evening. Each class earned her five hundred yuan.

That night, after class ended at nine, a familiar figure blocked her way in the corner.

Wen Shuang stepped back warily. “Qin You, you’ve already ruined my family enough. What more do you want?”

“Wen Shuang, I’ve inquired about your father’s case. If you don’t pull some strings soon, Wen Fanhai will be convicted on multiple charges, facing life imprisonment and permanent loss of political rights.” Qin You narrowed his eyes. “Once it’s decided, your family will be finished.”

“All because of you, you bastard!”

Furious, Wen Shuang raised her bag to throw at him.

Qin You caught her pale wrist. “But, if you want your father acquitted, your only option is to be with me—become my mistress.”

“Never!” Wen Shuang’s voice was fierce. “You destroyed my family, and you want me to be with you? Qin You, you’re dreaming!”

Qin You leaned in, towering over her, his eyes blazing. “Wen Shuang, I’ll wait for you to beg me.”

Not far away, hidden in the shrubbery, a beautiful woman watched the intense confrontation, her eyes simmering with jealousy and hatred.

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Two weeks had passed since Wen Shuang’s father was taken to the detention center, and debt collectors came in waves.

Aunt Chun and Wen Yao grew increasingly anxious, urging her on, while Qin You bombarded her with threats and temptations.

Wen Shuang was at her breaking point.

Was it true that only by yielding to Qin You could her family survive?

Tang Yan offered advice: “Wen Shuang, I think you should try Ji Shen again. Isn’t he into your type? Listen to me—this time, wear a few more seductive outfits and wait for him right at his door! I refuse to believe he’s so pure that he wouldn’t accept a woman delivered to his doorstep!”

Ji Shen’s upscale apartment complex was hard to access.

Wen Shuang followed behind a family, pretending to be part of their group to slip in.

She carried five large bags of gifts and nervously rang Ji Shen’s doorbell.

No response.

Was he working late?

Wen Shuang waited anxiously for nearly five or six minutes. Just as she was about to leave, the door suddenly opened.

Once again, they faced each other.

For the first time, Ji Shen’s cool, narrow eyes were slightly misted, his face flushed.

He reeked of strong liquor.

He squinted at her. “Miss Wen?”

Wen Shuang smiled brightly, greeting him. “Hey, Officer Ji, we meet again. I brought you…”

“I distinctly remember telling you last week that I won’t help with your situation.” Ji Shen, always strict about boundaries, rejected her coldly. “Miss Wen, you should give up.”

Wen Shuang’s smile froze. “Officer Ji, I swear, my father is innocent! If you’d just investigate, you could uncover the truth—I only want to know what really happened!”

“You should say that to the officer in charge of your father’s case.” Ji Shen raised his hand to shut the door, his indifference as distant as a winter wind. “Telling me is pointless.”

Wen Shuang quickly tried to block him. In the scuffle, her bags and boxes tumbled to the floor with a loud crash.

Along with them fell the sailor outfit Tang Yan had bought her that morning, and various whips, candles, and other props.