RMM – Chapter 93 One Night in City B

How could a delicate woman like Qi Ran possibly drag the completely unconscious Liang Bo’an? She had no choice. When leaving the bar, she asked a waiter to help put him into a taxi, and when they arrived at the hotel, she got the security guard to carry him upstairs into the room.

After the guard left, Qi Ran didn’t leave immediately. Instead, she walked to the bedside, half leaning on the bed as she looked at the man lying there with his eyes closed, and muttered in complaint:

“I feel like I’ve lost out. I was supposed to mess with you, but I’ve ended up exhausting myself instead. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have bothered coming over. So what if you’re good-looking? You’re not my man anyway.”

Then she leaned in closer, staring intently at Liang Bo’an’s face. Tsk tsk—what a flawless face. Every feature looked like it had been carefully carved by the Creator. Even his eyelashes were long and thick, not to mention everything else.

“Alright, enough worshipping your ‘noble countenance.’ Once I walk out of this room, we’ll have nothing to do with each other anymore. Hmph. I’m leaving—goodbye forever!”

Qi Ran had just about gotten up to leave when, unexpectedly, the man on the bed suddenly grabbed her wrist and yanked her down onto the bed.

“Hey! What are you doing? Let me go!”

Her wrist was gripped so tightly she couldn’t break free. Liang Bo’an—who had been completely drunk moments ago—was now pressing down on her. Qi Ran panicked. What’s he trying to do?!

“Don’t go… please don’t go…”

Liang Bo’an murmured, his blurred eyes half-open, staring at the now-terrified Qi Ran with a dazed intensity.

“What the hell! I’m not your sweetheart! I’m warning you—let me go, or else—”

Before she could finish, her lips were crushed under his. A heavy stench of alcohol instantly overwhelmed all her senses.

Qi Ran froze in shock. She stayed stunned for a few seconds before regaining her senses and struggling fiercely. With her free hand, she pounded on Liang Bo’an’s shoulder. Damn it! He’s trying to take advantage of me?!

Perhaps feeling the pain, Liang Bo’an caught her striking hand and pinned it above her head. Then he grabbed her other hand too, restraining both with one grip. Now Qi Ran couldn’t move at all, and her fury boiled over—she wanted to bite him to death.

Perhaps because he was too drunk, his actions grew rough and hurried. Even as he whispered “don’t go,” his hand was already lifting the hem of Qi Ran’s skirt.

Qi Ran was both angry and scared, but trapped under his full weight, there was no way she could resist.

“Stop! If you dare, I’ll charge you with rape tomorrow!”

she screamed.

But Liang Bo’an didn’t hear a thing. He laughed bitterly, almost savagely:

“Stop? And then you’ll go back to Xi Yuechen? Why do you never see me? Huh?”

The last word came out almost as a roar. His hand urgently stroked her bare leg as his mouth descended again, sealing hers.

Qi Ran was startled by his outburst. Her lips parted slightly in shock, and before she could dodge, he kissed her fully, even thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

She was about to bite down hard—but in that instant, she hesitated. Something flickered through her mind. She opened her eyes, studied the man kissing her, and realized—there was no disgust or revulsion. A sudden, inexplicable smile flashed in her eyes, and astonishingly, she responded, tangling her tongue with his.

Liang Bo’an, satisfied with her cooperation, loosened his grip. His kiss grew gentler.

While responding, Qi Ran slid her freed hands to his shoulders, caressing while deftly unbuttoning his shirt. The two moved in such tacit harmony, it was hard to imagine they’d just been at each other’s throats.

Before long, both were stripped bare, facing each other openly. What followed happened naturally.

Time passed—no one knew how long—until silence returned to the room, broken only by their heavy breaths.

The next morning, Qi Ran awoke early. She found herself tightly enclosed in Liang Bo’an’s embrace. His arms were wrapped firmly around her waist—such an intimate pose, one that would look sweet between lovers. But… what were they?

At most, just a one-night stand.

She pried at his arms around her waist. Damn, why is he holding so tight?!

Finally breaking free, she got up, gathered her clothes from the floor, and dressed, wincing as she rubbed her sore waist, cursing under her breath.

Turning back to glance at the still-sleeping Liang Bo’an, she slowly walked to the bedside and sat down. Knowing he wouldn’t wake anytime soon, she reached out and patted his harmless-looking face, chuckling softly.

“Aside from being too rough, last night wasn’t bad. With your conditions, I’d say I didn’t lose out. Thanks for the service.”

With that, she stood and left, leaving Liang Bo’an alone in the large bed, his brows faintly furrowing in his sleep.

Two hours can hold countless possibilities—or pass in an instant. It’s also enough time for someone to vanish without a trace.

Exactly two hours later, Liang Bo’an groaned, frowning as he slowly opened his eyes.

His hangover was brutal—his head heavy, his body weak.

Very quickly, he realized something was off. This wasn’t his home. It looked like… a hotel suite?

His eyes snapped open, and he sat up, massaging his temples. He was about to look around when he froze.

He was naked.

The strange sensations in his body, the lingering smell of passion in the air—it all told him clearly what had happened last night.

Looking around, he saw only himself. His clothes lay scattered on the floor. Even a fool would realize what had happened: he, Liang Bo’an, had spent the night with a woman he’d only met once.

He cursed under his breath, regret gnawing at him. How could he have drunk so much? How could he have been so defenseless in front of a stranger?

Then, feeling something odd beneath him, he pulled back the covers—and froze.

…Fuck. That woman had been a virgin?! Liang Bo’an wanted to slap himself.

He sat on the bed for a long time, motionless, utterly frustrated. Should he try to find her? Maybe give her some compensation to end things cleanly?

But then he thought: since she left without a word, leaving no way to contact her, she clearly didn’t want to get entangled.

Fine. If she didn’t want to linger, neither would he. Just one drunken night—he’d treat it like ordinary indulgence between man and woman.

But no matter what he told himself, the sight of the bloodstain on the sheets kept flashing before his eyes, leaving him restless and irritated.

Sometimes, what seems like a fleeting encounter is the very start of destiny—though the people involved remain oblivious.

Meanwhile, Feng Weijia checked the time, dark lines forming on his forehead. It was nearly the end of the workday, and Liang Bo’an still hadn’t shown up.

He asked Liang Bo’an’s secretary, who said that he had left work on time yesterday. Feng Weijia raised his brows. Skipping work? After working himself to death the past few days, now he’s vanished?

Pulling out his phone, he called Liang Bo’an to demand an explanation.

Liang Bo’an, still brooding, heard his phone ring but wasn’t in the mood.

“Speak.”

His tone startled Feng Weijia. What was with this foul mood? The frustration and gloom came through even over the line.

“What happened? Did something go wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m not coming to the company today. Pay more attention yourself.”

Without waiting for a reply, Liang Bo’an hung up.

“What the hell? How did he change so much overnight?”

Feng Weijia muttered in confusion. Normally, only Su Ruo could stir Liang Bo’an’s emotions—and even then, it was quiet brooding, not this volatile mood.

Liang Bo’an lingered in the room for a while, smoked a few cigarettes, then finally left. With a loud bang, the door slammed shut, as if sealing away everything that had happened inside.

On the large white bed, the vivid stain of blood bloomed like a red plum blossom, silently bearing witness to the night before.

Downstairs, just as he was about to leave the hotel, Liang Bo’an glanced toward the front desk. For a moment, he felt an impulse to check the woman’s information from last night. But the next second, his footsteps carried him forward, his tall figure looking cold and resolute.

Some mistakes are best stopped before they go further.

At that very moment, the plane carrying Qi Ran was taking off, slowly rising into the gray sky.

Goodbye, City B. Perhaps… goodbye forever.

Everything seemed to have returned to the starting point.

At this time, Su Ruo was accompanying Shen Liang at a beauty salon, getting a full-body treatment herself.

Shen Liang came to the salon regularly. Beyond age, women naturally loved beauty, but as Xi Jian’an’s wife, her image couldn’t afford to slip. Every detail mattered—temperament, poise, even appearance. After all, whenever she went out, she represented Xi Jian’an.

In today’s society, the image of a high-ranking man wasn’t just about himself—his wife’s image mattered greatly too. It wasn’t about political influence, but about the impression left in public. A graceful, elegant wife reflected well on her husband’s reputation.

So Shen Liang often guided Su Ruo in this area. Everyone knew Xi Yuechen was destined for great achievements—becoming a general was certain—so his future wife’s image must match.

Not that Shen Liang worried too much. Su Ruo was naturally beautiful, with excellent looks and temperament. But she was careless about these things. She could pass as a well-bred young lady, but as a “madam,” she was still lacking.

Su Ruo, helpless, allowed Shen Liang to drag her into lessons on how to be a proper, perfect “wife.”

Just a way to kill time, Su Ruo consoled herself. It’s boring anyway…