The Devil CEO’s Reborn Lover

The morning sun peeked through the half-opened curtains, casting a warm glow over the spacious bedroom. Wu Mei stirred slightly in her sleep, but the sharp trill of her phone broke the stillness. Groaning softly, she reached for the device on her nightstand, squinting at the screen.

It was Zhao Yi.

She slid her finger across the screen and answered, "Hello?"

"Mei-Mei!" Zhao Yi's voice crackled with excitement and anxiety. "Can you come over? I really need your help."

Wu Mei sat up, brushing her hair away from her face. "What happened?"

"I'll explain everything when you get here. Just… please come."

Wu Mei hesitated only a moment before nodding, even though her friend couldn't see her. "Okay, I'm on my way."

By then, Qin Yanzhou was already up, buttoning the cuffs of his shirt. When he heard Wu Mei mention Zhao Yi's name, he turned. "You're going out?"

"She asked for my help," Wu Mei replied as she walked to the vanity, brushing her hair into place.

Qin Yanzhou approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Alright," he said, his voice low. "But be careful. I don't want anyone hurting you."

"I'll be fine," she reassured him with a smile.

He pulled her into a soft kiss on the lips, lingering just a bit longer than necessary. When they finally parted, Wu Mei grabbed her purse and left.

Outside Zhao Yi's apartment, Wu Mei spotted her friend pacing by the entrance. As soon as Zhao Yi saw her, she ran over and threw her arms around Wu Mei.

"I broke up with my stupid boyfriend," Zhao Yi announced dramatically. "And now I need a distraction. So we're going to the male model club."

Wu Mei blinked. "What?"

"Please!" Zhao Yi pouted. "I need this. It'll be fun. No touching, just looking. Please say yes!"

Wu Mei sighed, unsure. "I don't think it's a good idea…"

Zhao Yi clutched her hand. "Just this once. I'll never ask again."

After much coaxing, Wu Mei reluctantly agreed. What she didn't know was that Qin Yanzhou, worried about her safety, had assigned an assistant to discreetly follow her.

The club's sleek neon lights glowed invitingly as the two women entered. It wasn't seedy—just lavish and designed for high-end clientele. They were led into a private VIP room with plush red seating and champagne already waiting.

Zhao Yi, always bold, requested five of the youngest and hottest male models the club had.

Moments later, the door opened, and five tall, sculpted men entered, each one with a confident smirk. At Zhao Yi's command, they began removing their shirts, revealing toned abs and broad chests.

Wu Mei turned her face, covering her eyes with her hands. "Yi! This is too much."

"Oh please!" Zhao Yi laughed, grabbing Wu Mei's wrists and pulling her hands down. "Don't pretend you're not curious!"

One of the models stepped forward, and Zhao Yi grabbed Wu Mei's hand, placing it squarely on the man's chest. Wu Mei gasped in shock and yanked her hand back instantly.

What they didn't know was that Qin Yanzhou's assistant had already taken several pictures—especially the one of Wu Mei with her hand on the male model's chest. He quickly forwarded them to Qin Yanzhou with the message: Sir, she is at a male model club.

Within minutes, Qin Yanzhou's phone buzzed with the images.

His jaw clenched as he stared at the photos. His eyes darkened, and he growled under his breath, "Give me the location. Don't let her out of your sight."

When he arrived at the club, fury boiled beneath his calm expression. The moment he opened the private room's door and saw Wu Mei surrounded by shirtless men, he didn't hesitate.

Wu Mei turned, startled, her heart skipping a beat. "Yanzhou?"

She scrambled for her bag, but before she could say anything else, Qin Yanzhou was already beside her. He swept her up over his shoulder effortlessly, ignoring her protests.

"Hey!" Zhao Yi called after them. "What do I do now? He's going to kill me…"

Back in the car, Qin Yanzhou's jaw was tight, his expression unreadable. Wu Mei sat beside him in silence, knowing he was furious.

When they arrived at the mansion, he opened her door and carried her inside once again, this time without a word.

"Put me down—"

He didn't listen. Instead, he marched into the bedroom, set her down on the bed, and with a swift movement, smacked her lightly on the bottom.

Wu Mei gasped, "Yanzhou!"

His voice was low and dangerous. "How dare you go to a male model club?"

She shrank slightly under his gaze. "It was Yi's idea. I didn't do anything…"

"Oh really?" he murmured, climbing over her. He took off his tie, and before she could react, he tied her wrists together gently but firmly.

"I just looked!" she protested.

"If you want a male model," he said, leaning close until their noses touched, "use me. I'm free."

He guided her tied hands to his chest, dragging them slowly downward until they brushed against his abs.

"Yanzhou, no… I'm sorry, okay? Let me go."

But he didn't stop. Instead, he kissed her, hard and full of possessive need. Wu Mei struggled for a moment, but then slowly leaned into the kiss.

Their breath mingled as Qin Yanzhou flipped her on top of him, watching her face with hungry eyes. Then, suddenly, Wu Mei smirked.

Seizing the moment, she shifted her weight and used her legs to trap his arms. She grabbed the loose tie and wrapped it around his wrists, binding him.

He arched a brow. "My little princess wants to play games now?"

"You started it," she said with a coy smile. "Now play alone."

But Yanzhou had other ideas. With practiced ease, he undid the knot and flipped her over again, pinning her beneath him.

He kissed her neck, nipping it lightly. "Don't tease the devil, baby."

Wu Mei let out a gasp as he reached for the tie again—this time wrapping it gently over her eyes.

Darkness clouded her vision, and anticipation made her skin burn. "Yanzhou…"

His lips brushed her ear. "Now you'll feel everything, not see it."

And that night, their passion burned wild, a chaotic storm of love, jealousy, and desire—marking the beginning of yet another chapter in their tangled fate.