Chapter 25: President Qin, So You’re a Masochist?

Night Color top floor, presidential suite.

The bathroom was ridiculously large, speech echoing with its own reverb.

Steam filled the air, Gu Chen leaning against the bathtub edge, his long hair spreading like seaweed on the water surface.

Had to admit, this body’s hardware specs were indeed top-tier.

Pale white skin glowed like jade underwater, the collarbone hollows holding pools of clear water that rippled gently with each breath—this scene, if posted online, would probably make all the pervs nosebleed on the spot.

Unfortunately, piloting this top-grade body was the soul of a straight-as-steel man.

Gu Chen’s current feeling boiled down to two words: stifled.

Splash.

The frosted door was pushed open.

Qin Hongyi walked in barefoot, swirling a red wine glass in her hand.

That damaged custom suit had long been tossed; she wore only a black silk camisole.

The hem was shockingly short, long powerful thighs dotted with a few unwashed bloodstains—not ruining the beauty, but adding a battle-damaged wildness.

“Done washing already?”

Qin Hongyi walked to the bathtub edge, her gaze brazenly patrolling underwater. 

“Young Master Gu, never noticed before—you’re a hidden treasure boy?”

Gu Chen irritably flicked his wet hair, that face steamed pink by the heat carrying a hint of unspoken allure.

“President Qin, reel in that leering gaze.”

He lounged lazily, voice soft and sticky, but the words infuriating. 

“Anyone who doesn’t know might think you’re picking pork belly at the market.”

“Ordinary meat isn’t as expensive as you.”

Qin Hongyi clunked the wine glass on the marble surface, suddenly leaning over.

That aggressively imperial sister face closed in instantly, oppression maxed out.

“Three billion in build cost, hundreds of billions in hidden assets, and this killing skill set…”

She extended cool fingers, poking Gu Chen’s shoulder exposed above water. 

“This isn’t pork—it’s Tang Monk meat. Everyone wants a bite.”

The instant her fingertip touched.

Gu Chen shuddered all over.

Fuck! Damn Eden factory settings!

This body had negative defense against Qin Hongyi’s touch—that electric tingling shot from the shoulder, exploding straight down to the tailbone, numbing the scalp with pleasure.

“Mm…”

Gu Chen bit his lower lip hard, forcibly swallowing that weird sound about to escape.

But his body was utterly uncooperative—not only not dodging, the waist underwater twisted instinctively, like actively catering.

Gu Chen’s mentality collapsed.

So this is the brain saying no, body being honest, huh?

Catching Gu Chen’s half-resisting, half-welcoming reaction, the wolfishness in Qin Hongyi’s eyes ignited instantly.

“Look, your genes are begging me.”

She chuckled lightly, fingers sliding from the shoulder into the water, trailing down the spine line, passing the red mark from earlier injection. “Here, still hurt?”

Gu Chen gripped the bathtub edge tightly.

The water temperature was rising, the inner heat madly seizing control.

If this continued, tonight he’d really end up done in by this crazy bitch.

“The dignified crown prince of the Gu family, turned into a female body and taken by his archenemy—if he died again, he wouldn’t even have the face to burn paper at his ancestors’ graves!”

“Hurt?”

Gu Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

The misty haze in his peach blossom eyes evaporated instantly, replaced by extreme clarity and cunning.

“Qin Hongyi, you don’t really think a bit of physiological reaction means I’ll obediently lie flat and take it, do you?”

“Isn’t it?” Qin Hongyi raised an eyebrow.

“Genes are genes, brain is brain.”

Before the words finished, Gu Chen erupted!

This time, not pushing away—but attacking.

Splash!

Water sprayed everywhere!

He bolted upright from the water, hands grabbing Qin Hongyi’s camisole collar, yanking down hard!

Plop!

Qin Hongyi caught off guard, her center of gravity lost—she plunged headfirst into the wide massage tub.

The wine glass tipped over, scarlet liquid splashing into the white foam, like some murder scene.

“Cough cough! Gu Qingcheng! You sick?!”

Qin Hongyi surfaced messily from the water, soaked through—black hair plastered to her face, the domineering female CEO instantly turned drowned rat.

Before she could rage, a scorching, slippery body pressed up.

Gu Chen bullied forward.

He pinned Qin Hongyi dead against the tub wall, two long legs forcefully locking her in place.

Both their clothes drenched, the atmosphere ambiguously maxed—and dangerously maxed.

Gu Chen leaned close to her face.

“Wasn’t President Qin wanting a mandarin duck bath? Now you’re in the water—why can’t you play?”

Qin Hongyi was stunned.

She felt the astonishing heat from Gu Chen’s body, and that extremely familiar oppression.

Even if this body was female, the aura emanating now was clearly that of the Gu Chen who’d once cornered her in business.

“You!” Qin Hongyi’s throat went dry.

The script was wrong!

Was this still that soft cute little white rabbit?

“Shh.”

Gu Chen raised a finger, sealing her lips.

His other hand wasn’t idle underwater.

Following Qin Hongyi’s toned waistline, touching a old scar on her side abdomen.

“This scar—from three years ago, stabbed during the West City land grab, right?”

Gu Chen’s finger circled the scar. “That time Qin Corp stock hit limit down, I shorted and made five billion. President Qin, this scar feels nice—pretty valuable.”

Qin Hongyi’s body stiffened, the flirtation in her eyes retreating—anger surging up. “Gu Chen! Bringing this up now—you wanna die?”

Gu Chen ignored it.

His hand continued upward.

Stopping at her left shoulder.

“Here—from five years ago, you smashed a cup in rage at the negotiation table, shard cut.”

Gu Chen smiled wickedly. 

“Back then I thought, this female devil is flesh too? Signing that unequal treaty while bleeding—really ruthless.”

His hand finally stopped at Qin Hongyi’s heart.

Under the palm, that beating heart.

Thump, thump, thump.

“Qin Hongyi.”

Gu Chen stared into her eyes, voice low and magnetic, with a hook. 

“Admit it. You want to sleep me—not because I’m some damn prototype, not some mating instinct.”

“Purely because deep down, you’re a masochist.”

“You crave that me who once stepped on you, made you itch with hate, but couldn’t take down. Right?”

Straight to the point.

Killing with words.

Qin Hongyi’s pupils shook violently.

She felt stripped naked under spotlights, her innermost twisted kink laid bare by Gu Chen.

“You…”

Qin Hongyi opened her mouth, actually unable to refute.

This damn bastard.

Even turned woman, that mouth was still poisonously infuriating.

“Hit the nail on the head?”

Gu Chen chuckled lightly, suddenly releasing his hand.

Splash!

Water sprayed, he stood up.

“Since you’re a masochist, have the awareness of an M. I don’t like easy deliveries—too cheap.”

Gu Chen stepped out of the tub, barefoot on the carpet, casually grabbing a bath towel to wrap himself—movements fluid, both alpha and sassy.

“Tonight’s bath was nice. But President Qin’s technique is too poor—remember to study up next time.”

“And.”

He turned back, looking at Qin Hongyi still dazed in the tub—vertical pupils narrowing slightly, exuding queenly arrogance.

“Before I nod, dare touch me—and I’ll strip your Qin family’s undies bare for all to see.”

With that, Gu Chen walked out of the bathroom without looking back.

Leaving Qin Hongyi alone soaking in the gradually cooling water.

After a while.

Qin Hongyi lowered her head at her reflection in the water, lips curling bit by bit—finally erupting in manic laughter.

“Ha… hahaha…”

The laugh carried excitement, even a bit of perverted satisfaction.

“Gu Chen… you bastard…”

“This lady really… wants to break you more and more.”

Bedroom.

Gu Chen threw himself into the soft big bed.

Acting cool felt great in the moment—cremation afterward.

That operation earlier seemed steady as an old dog, but actually panicked as hell.

If Qin Hongyi had been a bit more forceful, or this shitty body a bit softer—tonight’s plot would’ve been locked for review.

The bedroom AC was on lowest, but Gu Chen still felt like a butter crab tossed in an oven.

That restlessness wasn’t heat—but the Eden prototype’s side effect after energy overflow: sensory overload.

He could hear the rustle of Buddha counting money in the next suite, smell the sugary stewed bird’s nest from the downstairs kitchen, even feel the faint static from Qin Hongyi’s bare feet on the carpet with each step.

“What? Not done acting?”

Qin Hongyi slammed a cup of warm water on the nightstand, water stains splashing the solid wood surface.

She’d changed into a dark red silk robe, collar open extremely low—a vast expanse of pale skin dazzling, her post-bath steam wrapped in cool, faint fragrance.