《Forbidden.Desire》3《Are You Coming Home Tonight?》
Chapter 2: First Meeting
1、Bestie Manager
At five in the morning, the alarm blared wildly.
The sun groaned in pain under the covers, rubbing her sleepy eyes as she got up. With Qin Che away in Milan for the past two weeks, Taiyang had enjoyed some peace, but she had also been incredibly busy preparing for the new drama《Are You Coming Home Tonight?》. Today was the first day of official filming.
After a quick wash and applying a face mask, the doorbell rang right on time.
When she opened the door, standing outside was her sharp-dressed, handsome and tall manager Lin Yi. He was holding a hot Americano and a low-calorie salad, grinning brightly: "Morning, my young miss. Here's to a smooth start of filming—specially delivering some eye candy service for you. Touched?"
Taiyang rolled her eyes, took the coffee, plopped back onto the sofa stretching, her loose pajamas slipping off her shoulder to reveal a large expanse of fair collarbone.
Lin Yi's gaze darkened slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he quickly looked away naturally, walking over to tug her pajama collar back into place with mock annoyance: "Hey hey hey, Miss Taiyang, I know I'm handsome, but could you at least mind your defenses a bit? Don't test your manager with your charms first thing in the morning, okay? My heart is fragile."
"Tch, aren't you my bestie? What storms haven't you seen?" Taiyang raised an eyebrow, playfully kicking his calf with her toe. "Besides, Manager Lin, the all-round bodyguard, today's first scene is the big humiliation-in-a-hotel scene. This is me getting into character early—that helpless and vulnerable feeling, get it?"
"Yeah yeah yeah, the big star is always right." Lin Yi smiled and ruffled her hair, a hidden tenderness and heartache flashing in his eyes. "Don't worry, on set today, no matter who tries to turn acting into real advantage-taking, this bodyguard will break their hand immediately."
The two bantered all the way to the nanny van. Along the way, Lin Yi went over today's schedule while cheekily roasting how miserably the screenwriter had written the female lead, filling the car with easy laughter that gradually eased Taiyang's nervous mood.
2、Resting Room Interlude
Upon arriving at the set, Taiyang was ushered straight into her private resting room for makeup and styling.
The makeup artist's hands were highly skilled, but looking at herself in the mirror, Taiyang felt a bit dazed. The once proud and contrasting queenly aura she carried was now covered in heavy smoky makeup, lipstick a glaring flame-red, dressed in a black sequined ultra-short dress with an extremely low neckline exposing half of her round breasts, the hem dangling precariously at the top of her thighs.
This was Shen Ruian. A fallen rose forced into prostitution by fate, enduring endless humiliation.
"Click."
The resting room door was suddenly pushed open. The makeup artist and assistant greeted the newcomer respectfully before tactfully leaving and closing the door.
Taiyang looked over from the mirror. Qin Che wore an impeccably tailored three-piece black suit, his patterned tie perfectly straight, exuding an icy domineering CEO aura that made people want to submit. He had just flown back from Milan, looking travel-worn, but his dark eyes darkened instantly upon seeing Taiyang's outfit.
Qin Che strode over with his long legs, resting his hands leisurely on Taiyang's shoulders. He bent slightly, meeting Taiyang's gaze through the makeup mirror.
"Now… is it Miss Shen, or Taiyang?" Qin Che curved his lips, his voice low and husky, carrying a sticky pull of reunion after a long separation.
Taiyang looked at the outrageously handsome face in the mirror and couldn't help but smile, tilting her head slightly, her tone carrying its usual playfulness and banter: "Then the one standing behind me now—is it President Qin, or that Jiang Zong with countless women and top-notch bedroom skills?"
Qin Che let out a low chuckle. His large palm on Taiyang's shoulder tightened slightly, the heat transmitting through the thin sequined fabric, eliciting a small shiver from her.
He lowered his head, his thin lips approaching her ear, hot breath spraying entirely on her sensitive neck.
"You look beautiful."
He murmured, then a feather-light yet extremely aggressive kiss gently landed on her cheek. It wasn't Jiang Yuhe's coldness, but Qin Che's unrestrained infatuation with her.
"Ready, young miss?" Qin Che straightened up, the tenderness in his eyes retracting in a second, replaced by an actor's professionalism. "Don't get scared into crying and calling my name when you enter that private room later."
"Don't underestimate me, Qin Che." Taiyang stood up in her twelve-centimeter heels, haughtily raising her chin. "Just wait to be shocked by my acting, President Jiang."
3、Humiliation
"All units attention, 《Are You Coming Home Tonight?》 Scene 1, Action!"
Amidst the hazy neon lights, piercing bass sound effects, and the private room set filled with smoke, alcohol, and cheap perfume scent.
Taiyang's eyes extinguished all light in a second.
She was Shen Ruian.
"Ay, Ruian, why the bitter face? You need to look the part when working. Come, serve Director Zhao well!" The hotel supervisor—the chubby and snobbish manager—smiled while forcefully pushing Shen Ruian toward the center of the sofa.
Sitting in the center of the sofa was Director Zhao, completely unlike a typical nouveau riche. He looked clean and refined, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a fitted white shirt, appearing scholarly. But only those in the circle knew he was a powerful, extremely ruthless wolf in sheep's clothing.
Director Zhao's sticky gaze swept over Shen Ruian's exposed thighs and chest through his lenses, lips curling in a playful smile.
"Heard you're new? Why pretend to be so high and mighty?" Director Zhao sneered coldly. His slender hand, cold with sweat, abruptly covered Shen Ruian's thigh without warning, fingers rubbing upward forcefully, nails deliberately digging deeper under her skirt.
Shen Ruian shrank back, her stomach churning with nausea. She instinctively tried to stand and dodge: "Director Zhao, please show some respect… I-I'm just here to accompany for drinks…"
"Accompany for drinks? Once a whore, still want to set up a chastity arch?" Director Zhao's anger ignited, feeling his pride wounded, his smile turning vicious. He grabbed a thick stack of thousand-yuan bills from his briefcase and hurled them straight at Shen Ruian's face!
"Smack!"
The stiff bills struck Shen Ruian's cheek hard, leaving a burning pain. Countless bills flew everywhere before scattering across the floor.
"Not enough money? Pretending to be a virgin in front of me! Take this money, kneel, and drink the wine!" Director Zhao removed his glasses, revealing eyes filled with madness and humiliation, pressing hard on Shen Ruian's nape, trying to shove her face toward the filthy coffee table.
In the corner of the private room, the other hostess who entered with Shen Ruian not only didn't help but sneered, twisting her waist to sit in another wealthy client's lap while eyeing the expensive liquor originally meant for Shen Ruian.
Shen Ruian's eyes turned red, tears finally spilling over.
4、Assault
"Cut! That was amazing! Taiyang's eyes were perfect!" the director exclaimed excitedly. "Next scene, Director Zhao attempts assault, clear the set! Action director, protect the actress!"
Most staff left, the lights in the private room dimmed further, becoming more oppressive.
"Action!"
Director Zhao, drunk and irrational, Shen Ruian's tears fully ignited his sadistic desires. He grabbed Shen Ruian's hair, roughly flipping her onto the wide sofa.
"Stinking whore, I'm doing you right here today!"
Shen Ruian cried out in despair, her hands frantically waving and clawing in the air: "No… please stop! Don't touch me! Let me go… wuu wuu…"
But Director Zhao's oppressive body pinned her down, making it hard to breathe. The thin black sequined dress "ripped" loudly, savagely torn from chest to abdomen, exposing the black lace bra underneath and her snow-white breasts heaving violently from fear.
"Smells so good…" Director Zhao's seemingly refined hands now like iron clamps, pinning her flailing hands, the other hand brutally grabbing one breast, kneading and pulling forcefully, leaving glaring red marks on the tender skin.
Shen Ruian cried while turning her head, trying to avoid his alcohol-scented, sticky kiss. Her fair legs kicked desperately, only earning her a more brutal slap from Director Zhao.
"Smack!"
Blood seeped from Shen Ruian's lips, her mind blank. Her skirt was pushed to her waist, exposing the clinging lace panties underneath. Director Zhao's hand, carrying that nauseating warmth of a wolf in sheep's clothing, had already forcibly spread her legs, crudely pressing against her most private center through the thin fabric, rubbing forcefully.
It was pure humiliation, violence, and Shen Ruian's despair sinking completely into the abyss. She bit her lower lip hard, staring at the rotating neon lights on the ceiling, her heart screaming frantically—who will save her…
5、First Meeting. Rescue
Just as Director Zhao was about to pull down Shen Ruian's last line of defense, her panties—
The heavy marble-patterned wooden door of the private room suddenly "bang" was violently kicked open from outside with tremendous force.
The glaring corridor light instantly flooded into the dim, dirty private room.
Director Zhao, panting on the sofa, was startled and angrily turned to curse: "Who the fuck is it? Tired of living or what…"
However, upon seeing the tall figure standing in the doorway, Director Zhao's voice seemed choked by an invisible giant hand, instantly stuck in his throat.
Jiang Yuhe (played by Qin Che) stood against the backlight.
His suit jacket casually draped over his shoulders, one hand in his trouser pocket. The strong corridor light stretched his silhouette extremely long, carrying a suffocating, absolute superior's terrifying pressure. His originally strikingly handsome face was now as dark as the night sky before a storm.
His gaze swept the private room, finally landing precisely on Shen Ruian on the sofa—clothes torn, face streaked with tears, blood at the corner of her mouth, trembling.
Seeing her exposed snow-white skin with red marks, a crazy violence capable of destroying everything ignited in the depths of Jiang Yuhe's originally calm dark eyes.
He said nothing, merely slowly striding into the private room with his long legs. Each step, the sound of leather shoes on the floor like the countdown of the grim reaper.
"You… are you President Jiang?" Director Zhao hurriedly straightened his clothes, cold sweat breaking out on his back, his scholarly facade gone, fear making his legs weak.
Jiang Yuhe didn't even spare him a glance. He stopped precisely in front of the sofa, looking down at Shen Ruian—disheveled, curled into a ball, looking at him with terrified yet slightly bewildered eyes.
He slowly squatted down, his slender hand pulling the suit jacket carrying a faint ebony scent from his body, wordlessly draping it over Shen Ruian's cold, trembling shoulders with extreme gentleness yet undeniable dominance.
Then he raised his head, those dark eyes that still held a trace of warmth toward Shen Ruian instantly turning into thousand-mile glaciers as they turned to Director Zhao.
He slowly stood up, thin lips parting, the words he uttered ice-cold without a trace of human warmth:
"Sir, show some respect."
6、That Damn Possessiveness
"Cut!!! Perfect! This scene was full of tension! Wrap!" The director's excited voice broke the dead silence in the private room.
The word "cut" had barely fallen when Taiyang, who had been curled on the sofa crying, instantly regained clarity in her eyes. But because she had been so immersed, her body was still trembling slightly.
"Taiyang!"
Lin Yi rushed in first with a clean bath towel, his usually cheerful handsome face now terrifyingly dark. While wrapping Taiyang tightly in the towel, he gritted his teeth and cursed: "Damn it, that wolf in sheep's clothing used so much force just now—does borrowing positions for acting need to be this realistic? I'm going backstage right now…"
"Lin Yi, I'm fine, that was special effects makeup and positioning." Taiyang tugged the towel, giving him a reassuring smile. "I'm not that delicate."
"Move aside."
An icy voice with absolute command rang out behind them.
Qin Che walked over with a dark expression, not even glancing at Lin Yi, directly extending his hands to take Taiyang from Lin Yi domineeringly. He lifted Taiyang horizontally, using his chest to block everyone's view.
Lin Yi's hands hung empty in midair, self-mockingly smiling before stepping back, reverting to his male bestie banter: "President Qin, this is only the first scene— isn't this protectiveness a bit over the top? People who don't know might think you're the one who booked the room."
"Lu Xiao, take him out." Qin Che didn't turn his head, carrying Taiyang toward the private resting room while coldly ordering his assistant behind him.
Lu Xiao hooked an arm around Lin Yi's shoulder with a roguish grin: "Manager Lin, let's go, don't be a third wheel— the partners need to go back to the office to 'review acting skills'~"
Back in the resting room, "bang," Qin Che kicked the door shut and locked it.
He roughly placed Taiyang on the sofa, then leaned over to press down on her. His slender fingers gripped Taiyang's chin tightly, the pent-up crazy jealousy from the entire scene finally erupting in his dark eyes, his voice hoarse as if about to devour her:
"Miss, how did it feel on the sofa just now, being touched on the thigh by another man… fun, hmm?"
Taiyang curved her red lips, her arms enchantingly wrapping around his neck, playfully pressing into his embrace: "President Qin, that's called a script. What, coming home tonight or not, President Jiang?"