School Beauty's Invincible Martial Expert

"Alright," Yang Xiaoyan nodded, then said, "Then... I'll go out and wait for you."

"Yes!" Song Qiao'en smiled slightly and said, "You wait for me at the door."

"Okay!" Yang Xiaoyan immediately turned around and walked out.

As soon as Yang Xiaoyan left, Song Qiao'en took a sip of alcohol, attempting to bolster his courage with the drink. After the liquor entered his stomach, Song Qiao'en walked towards Chen Zihan. When he reached Chen Zihan's side, Song Qiao'en bent down and immediately smelled the faint fragrance on Chen Zihan's body, the comfortable scent almost intoxicating him. He actually forgot what he wanted to say.

Chen Zihan felt something was off and, frowning, asked, "Do you have something to tell me?"

"I do, I have something," Song Qiao'en quickly nodded, then said, "Xiaoyan asked me to find you; she wants to talk to you and hopes you can give her a chance."

"Where is she?" Chen Zihan looked around curiously. But Chen Zihan's figure was nowhere to be found.

"Oh, she went outside to wait for you," Song Qiao'en said hastily. "She might feel a bit guilty, so she's waiting outside. She might not want to have a conflict with you in front of so many people. She hopes you can give her a chance."

"Alright," Chen Zihan nodded slightly, then excused herself to Xiao Han.

Xiao Han glanced at Song Qiao'en, a look of surprise on his face. Xiao Han smiled slightly and said, "Go ahead, be careful."

"Yes," Chen Zihan nodded.

Chen Zihan immediately stood up and followed Song Qiao'en out. Song Qiao'en led the way in front. He was not familiar with this restaurant. However, he decided to improvise, and soon, Song Qiao'en saw a doorplate at the end of the corridor, which read: Conference Room.

Song Qiao'en took a deep breath and immediately walked towards the conference room. Chen Zihan followed.

The conference room's lights were off, but the light from outside rendered the room fairly bright. Chen Zihan followed inside. Seeing pitch darkness inside, yet no sign of Yang Xiaoyan, she immediately felt a surge of dread and found herself at a loss.

"Where is Yang Xiaoyan?" Chen Zihan asked immediately.

As she spoke, Chen Zihan was ready to rush out the door when surprisingly, Song Qiao'en blocked her way and said, "Chen Zihan, listen to me. I have something I want to tell you. Yang Xiaoyan indeed has something to say to you, but before her, I want to tell you something."

"Go ahead," Chen Zihan let out a sigh of relief, having thought the man would misconduct himself. But it seemed she might have been overly concerned. Though relieved, she still couldn't help maintaining some guard inside.

"What I want to say is that I actually don't like Yang Xiaoyan at all." Song Qiao'en looked at Chen Zihan seriously, then said, "Ever since I met you, I've realized that you are the one I like. You are the destined girl in my life. I like you and hope you can become my girlfriend, okay?"

His expression was serious and his demeanor earnest.

"You... you're crazy," Chen Zihan was dumbfounded.

"No!" Song Qiao'en shook his head and said, "I really like you. From the first moment I saw you, I fell in love at first sight. I've found that you are completely different from all other women in this world. You are the one I love most, and I want to marry you."

"Impossible!" Chen Zihan's face turned cold, and then she said, "If you wanted to tell me this, then I think there's no need. Alright, I'm leaving."

Having said that, Chen Zihan prepared to open the door and leave.

However, Song Qiao'en, seeming to have gone mad, blocked the door. Chen Zihan tried to rush out, but as Song Qiao'en's confession had failed, he reached out and grabbed Chen Zihan's hand, knelt on one knee, and then said, "Please, agree. I've truly fallen deeply in love with you. I hope you can accept me; I hope you can become my woman."

"Get away!" Chen Zihan pushed Song Qiao'en away forcefully.

Bang...

Song Qiao'en caught off guard, immediately toppled over. His head smashed into the table.

"Ouch..." He cried out in pain, wailing repeatedly, "You... you actually dared to push me."

Song Qiao'en, fuming with rage, lunged at Chen Zihan like a madman. Chen Zihan was terrified and, not knowing what to do, bolted towards the door. However, she soon realized that the door wouldn't budge. Song Qiao'en, a civil servant, always had a lot of schemes in mind, as his years of working in public service made him increasingly crafty. So, he seemed particularly inscrutable.

In fact, when Song Qiao'en had entered, he'd deliberately locked the conference room door. Chen Zihan, struggling with the doorknob, couldn't get the door to open. She hadn't anticipated that it would be locked so securely and just thought the lock was broken. So, she was at a loss.

As Song Qiao'en was about to pounce on her, Chen Zihan turned and ran into the conference room.

The conference room was several dozen square meters large, filled with many chairs, and on the wall opposite was a huge screen. When Song Qiao'en saw her running, he sneered, thinking that aside from this one big door, there was no second exit. It wouldn't be so easy for Chen Zihan to run away. With a sly grin, he sneered and said, "Heh heh... let's see how you run now?"

"Song Qiao'en, have you gone mad?" Chen Zihan panted, her face flushed red. She glared at Song Qiao'en and said, "Yang Xiaoyan is my best sister. How could you do this?"

Song Qiao'en looked at Chen Zihan disdainfully and said, "Sister? So what? Heh heh... do you know what my biggest dream is?"

"You!" Chen Zihan's face turned even redder with agitation. Not only was Song Qiao'en's emotions running high, but Chen Zihan's were equally intense. They faced off. Chen Zihan snapped, "I don't care what your dream is, I demand you let me go right now!"

"Leave?!" Song Qiao'en scoffed, "It's simple if you want to leave, just let me have you once, how about that?"

"You!" Chen Zihan was so shocked she nearly collapsed, her face turning even redder: "Have you lost your mind? Are you worthy of Yang Xiaoyan's love? Are you worthy of her feelings for you? She told me she had found true love, but now it seems you're just a beast."

"Heh heh..." Song Qiao'en chuckled, then said, "Right, I am a beast, no better than a beast. Now, you have to agree to my terms before I let you leave!"

"You!" Chen Zihan was at a loss for words and said, "Can't you make another demand? I... I have no feelings for you, how can you ask me to agree to this?"

"No problem!" Song Qiao'en's face showed a trace of a smile, then he said, "It's enough that I have feelings for you, don't you think? Besides, you're so pretty, a lot of men must like you, right? I bet I'm not the only one who has made such a request!"

"You bastard!" Chen Zihan fumed with anger.

"Besides, you've already given your first time to Xiao Han. After that, does it really matter? What's the harm in giving one time to me?" Song Qiao'en swallowed, trying to persuade Chen Zihan to agree to his demand. But how could he have known that the more he said, the more fear she felt?

Song Qiao'en's behavior certainly wasn't going to make Chen Zihan agree to his demands. Gritting her teeth, she glared at him and said, "You... you better let me go, or not only will Yang Xiaoyan not forgive you easily, even Xiao Han won't spare you easily. So, you better watch out."

"Hmph!" Song Qiao'en snorted, "I'm willing to defy the whole world for you, but more than that, I want to possess you."

"You!" Chen Zihan was furious, but at that moment, it seemed she had no other option but to plead with him. Near begging, she said, "Song Qiao'en, you might feel good for a moment, but have you thought about your future? You could be facing prison, and your life might be completely ruined, don't you feel it's a pity at all?"

"You rest assured." Song Qiao'en chuckled, "For me, it doesn't matter. My family has connections; I've weighed my options. Even if I force myself on you today, it won't really matter, because for me, it's nothing. A rape conviction might get me three years, and with some money, I'll be out."

"But think about it, with all the money you could spend, you could completely find a woman much prettier than me." Chen Zihan hurriedly said, "If you force yourself on me today, I'll definitely call the police. You won't get out of this door, and also, my classmates will beat you to a pulp. Do you think it's worth it?"

Song Qiao'en hesitated, then said through gritted teeth, "Hmph, don't think I'll be scared. Today, I've decided on you."

When a man is driven by lust, his thoughts are uncontrollable, dominated by desire.

"Don't come any closer!" Chen Zihan was terrified.

Song Qiao'en slowly moved towards Chen Zihan. In panic, Chen Zihan ran around the chairs in the conference room. Many chairs were arranged, two by two, ten in a row, totaling over a hundred. She kept running around the chairs, while Song Qiao'en chased her relentlessly, confident that his physical stamina would outlast Chen Zihan's. He believed he could exhaust her and then satisfy himself with her at his leisure.

Indeed, Chen Zihan was gasping for breath, no match for Song Qiao'en's stamina. From both a physiological and psychological standpoint, women are no match for men. So, as they ran, Chen Zihan quickly realized she couldn't outrun Song Qiao'en.